Friday, July 25, 2014

Fishing Alongside

There is a timeless quote that says “Give a man a fish and he eats for a day, teach a man to fish and he can eat for life.”  The idea is an appropriate challenge for those of us called to the work of poverty alleviation.  You need not look far to see examples of institutional short-sidedness that focuses on today’s need rather than tomorrow’s stability.
  
Having been immersed in the topic for the past decade I understand the temptation toward transactional solutions that leave the giver feeling good about their contribution and the receiver happy to collect the benefit.   The fish comes in many forms, food, clothes, housing, transportation, health care and cell phones.  All necessary for our world and all for good cause.  Unfortunately, while the war on poverty has elevated the standard of living for many it has also created a cycle of generational dependency and entitlement.   We’ve asked those in need to check their dignity, motivation and self-worth at the door while we do the fishing for them.  We feel better giving and they’re content to just receive.   It’s a corrupt system.



So the solution has to be teaching people to fish…right?  It makes sense that investing the resources in hooks, rods and worms and showing poor people how to bait the hook will solve the problem.  We provide the resources and training and they reel them in.  The metaphor works… in our minds.  However, it’s been my observation that baiting hooks and learning to spot weld are great skills but, for many, are not enough.  Not in today’s economy.   Today’s economy is a service economy moving quickly toward an information economy.  It’s important to understand how to bait a hook and cast a rod.  However, to provide for yourself and family in our world, you need to know where the worms are, what’s the best value in a fishing rod and which pond yields the best fish.   Our world requires fishing skills but it mostly requires relational understandings that help us maneuver through complex systems.  Giving poor families access to our current economy is about helping poor individuals better relate to themselves, others, their community and God. 

So how do we do this?  Even more importantly, who should do this?  

At the risk of becoming political, I would argue that our governmental systems cannot.  The history of politics and poverty has given us decades of indulgence by the “Liberals” and indifference by the “Conservatives”.   I know this is a broad brush and I don’t judge the heart, I’m simply assessing the fruit of the trends.   I believe most institutional systems (from either camp) begin with the assumption that poverty is a material problem.  People don’t have enough things so we need to give them, or teach them, how to survive.  Unfortunately, we all know too well the stories of poor lottery winners that find material poverty again not long after “winning”.  We’ve spent billions of dollars to improve the quality of life for poor people but have ultimately separated them from being productive parts of our community.  They’re not lazy, they are deceived. 

I’ve committed my life to being one of the “who”.  I lead a faith-based non-profit that’s mission is “breaking the cycle of addiction, despair and generational poverty found in our community” (www.joshuasplace.cc).  We’ve renovated an old elementary school into a Community Center where I also pastor a church that meets there (www.thevillagechurch.cc).  When Jesus was announcing his reason for coming to earth, reading from the scroll of the prophet Isaiah, he said, “The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” (Luke 4:18-19)  Since the local church is the “hands and feet” of Jesus, His mission is our mission.  I believe the local church (not the building but the people) are best equipped to do this relational mission.  I serve alongside the most committed group of Christ Followers that give of themselves and their resources every week for this purpose.  It is messy and beautiful, you can’t immerse yourself in this work and stay unsoiled.  However, the impact is amazing and Spirit led. 

We’re practitioners not philosophers.   What I mean is that we’ve learned and evolved over the past seven years of working in our community.  We’ve made mistakes but we’ve made them leaning into the problem, never retreating.  We have simple rules: 

Firstly, do no harm, just because it feels good to us doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to do.
 
Secondly, set aside our self-righteousness and “God-complexes”, we’re all broken in need of redemption.  Just because we have a pool in our neighborhood doesn’t mean we have it figured out. 

Thirdly, everything we do is in the context of deepening relationships.   We avoid transactional methods that simply pass materials and goods.  Sometimes the help we give is material but we never lose site of the greater need.

Fourthly, we distinguish between crisis care (relief), rehabilitation and development.  If all we offer is free food then we assume the problem is only material.  Instead we take a more comprehensive approach that focuses on the physical, relational, emotional and spiritual subjects.
 
Finally, we’re here all year long and for the long haul.  Relationships and development take time.  We avoid the temptation to focus on the “headline needs” and write a budget and structure that is available every week and long term.   


I love the story of the calling of St. Peter.  While Peter’s out fishing (his occupation at the time) Jesus says “Follow me and I’ll make you fishers of men.”  I have felt that same calling, the calling to fish, give fish, teach to fish and fish alongside.   

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Risk in Beauty

I'm wired for results.  I like good plans, hard work and predictable outcomes.  This doesn't prepare me well for life in the Kingdom.  The apostle Paul says "I planted, Apollos watered but God gives the yield."  While I appreciate Paul's preparation for Christian service I prefer good plans, hard work and predictable outcomes.  Not because they yield the best results (God results) but because they're safe.  I also like safe.  

Recently we started our third year of a Summer Camp in the Village where I pastor.  It's a small quaint community with many positives and many problems.  In many ways, it's a microcosm of our culture, plenty of beauty, but headlines and gossip prefer the bad.  Our church is housed in an former elementary school that we've re-purposed into a Community Center.  Our vision is simple, Love God-Love Others.  In our context we believe this means investing heavily into this community that is marked by bad reputation and bad actors.  We believe God has a plan for our town, a trans formative plan,  and we play a role in that bigger story.  Our camp is part of His plan.   Three days a week 100 kids from the neighborhood come to the community center to sing, dance, eat, read, exercise, serve and learn how God is relevant in their lives.  It's a big deal in our small town.  

Last Friday the kids from each age group decorated large flower pots and planted flowers along the sidewalk of our Community Center.  They loved getting their hands dirty, arranging the flowers and watering when they were complete.  When it was all finished it was beautiful.  Unfortunately, not everyone see pots with flowers as beautiful but instead an opportunity to act out and vandalize.  Remember I said our town is both beauty and bad.   Like most communities, a bad actor with a strong kick can ruin the work of 10 well intended 1st graders.  It's stupid and it makes me mad.  (Sometimes Pastors get really mad.)  Monday morning we had the 5/6 the grade boys (They call themselves The Gladiators) remove the damaged pot and replant the flowers in the remaining nine.  All was well again, beauty restored.

The interesting thing about beauty is that it's never permanent and there's always opposition to change.  Monday night we got a call from someone walking past the Community Center, she was very upset because someone had pulled flowers out of the pots and thrown them on the sidewalk.  Two days of camp, two acts of vandalism.  I was mad...again.  Remember, I like results, especially results that are permanent and other people don't mess up.  Unfortunately, life, Kingdom life, works nothing like that.   When I woke up this morning I was already making plans on how we can better protect the beauty outside our Community Center.   I took a drive to see how bad the damage was and what was needed to replace the broken beauty.  When I'm mad, I'm also driven, both are bad things for me.   

I have found in my years of following Jesus that His ways are not always mine but He's always a patient and loving teacher.  On my drive over to the Community Center I was imagining the conversations we'd have with the kids that invested their time and creativity.  I was preparing the talking points for how best to assure them that the whole world is not like the person(s) that vandalized our pots.  I knew I needed to motivate our volunteers to not get discouraged by these senseless acts.  However, when I pulled around the corner to assess the damage I saw 9 beautiful pots, perfectly manicured and recently watered.   While I had spent the night upset and planning, someone came by replanted and re-watered the pots.  Beauty restored, faith in humanity restored.    

Of course the question for today is "How many more times will someone vandalize the pots?".  I expect several.  However, I have to remember that when God called our family to serve this Village eight years age he didn't say it would happen quickly, he only told me that He would bring Beauty from Ashes.  I believe Him.  That's where the risk comes in.  Hope is messy and dangerous.  It has critics and negative predictors.  You see, the negative prediction is right most often.  Hope for beauty requires taking a risk that you'll be wrong more often but live for the eventual change.  I see that change coming in the hands of the kids that took the risk to create beauty in spite of the potential for bad.  We plant and water, and replant and re-water, but God gives the yield.  




The Gladiators