Storytelling

Below I’ve included a story from a friend at mine from Outback. She’s a single mom and has an amazing perspective to give us concerning church. If you get (and read) my newsletter then you’ve already read this post. If you do not read or receive my newsletter, this will be a good post for you to read. I want you to read it in a specific way however, beyond just gaining new perspective. I have had more responses concerning Ambers article than anything else I’ve ever written because it specifically speaks for a group of people that need a voice. Here’s the important part, YOU have a story. Amber’s story isn’t flashy, it isn’t exceedingly special or exciting. It’s just life. So often we trick ourselves into believing that our stories, our lives, can have little impact in the world. Often we believe that our story is not worth sharing.

Wrong.

Here’s what Amber had to say:

I have one child, a boy. He’s almost eleven. He’s witty and smart and he challenges my patience on a daily basis. I’ve been a single mom for nearly four years now. My attempt at finding a church as a single mom was primarily driven by my    desire to seek out likeminded people for fellowship    and support because I REALLY, REALLY needed it.    We all do. Out of the three churches I erratically attended, I never really got past the introductions; no one invited me join their activities after the service or to their Bible study later that week. I never quite felt like I was a part of the larger picture. Sure, I talked to people. When I dropped off my son at Sunday School other parents would ask me if it was my first time, who I came with and was my husband in the sanctuary. Dialogue ended when I said that; no it    wasn’t my first time, I just came with my son. I found that even though I was of the right age, I didn’t fit with the single college age parishioners and since I wasn’t married I wasn’t really welcomed into the married with kids crowd either. I felt like a square peg in a round hole. If after a while I didn’t find fellowship and support at the church I was attending, I stopped going to that particular church and moved on. When I say I was seeking fellowship with likeminded people, I’m not saying I was looking for other single mothers or a single mothers group, I’m saying I was looking for fellowship with other Christians in general. Perhaps people had trouble reaching out to me because they didn’t fully understand what it’s like to be a single parent or because they felt they couldn’t relate. In my experience it was similar to what I imagine it feels like to become a widow except that you’re received differently. You’re both losing a spouse and you’re hurting. You are both in a huge grieving process. In both situations your children are grieving and confused. Not only is there a physical loss, but you have no spiritual head, you are financially and emotionally at a loss. Except with a death, people don’t assume that you did something wrong or that it was your choice. You don’t receive compassion when people hear that you are divorced that you would receive had your spouse passed away. When your spouse dies you have people reaching out to you, offering to fix the garbage disposal, wanting to be a male presence for your son. In no way am I trying to downplay what it’s like to become a widow/er, it’s not the exact same, but the comparison between the two situations and the way they are received may be helpful to those trying to understand what exactly single parents experience and what they are looking for in a church family. A lot of single parents that live in the area of your church plant need more than a single parents group where they can share their stories, they can find that anywhere. Many single parents must rely on public social services to help them get by. A church that is on the forefront of providing love and services to single parents and children in crisis in a neighborhood where divorced and unmarried parents are the majority is a rare thing. Getting enough food, getting legal advice forcustody or abuse issues, resume help and job leads are things that many single parents struggle with. Sometimes if their incomes are low enough they can qualify for public services to help and maybe they can put their children on the waiting list to get a “Lunch Buddy” at school or a “Big Brother/Big Sister” mentor. But what all of these public services are missing is love. The love of a Christian “Big Brother” or the love of a Christian business offering the former stay at home mom a temp job. Reaching out to people has to go further than handing them a program and showing them a seat. You’ve got to engage people, not see their differences as threatening but as a way to reach them.

Mister Rogers and the Message of Jesus

It’s been almost exactly two years since I last posted this and it’s time I did it again. Christians everywhere should watch and follow the example set out by the beloved Mister Rogers. I think this is truly a beautiful video.

Undercover Jesus and Willamette Week

First off let me apologize for the disjointed nature of this post. The reality is that I keep getting distracted and have much more important things to do than to post a blog. But I was so moved by what I’m sharing that I had to post it. Enjoy.

Who would have thought that Billy Graham wannabe (I say that in the most positive and joking way!) Luis Palau and his son would be on the cover of Portlands urban magazine/newspaper Willamette Week in a positive light! You can read the story here and it’s a very good one.

Kudos must be given (credit, not the granola bar) to WW for being “edgy” enough to write this story and for highlighting something that has its roots in the gospel of Jesus. But even more credit must go to the Palau Association for giving WW something to write about. For too long churches and Christians have made headlines for all the wrong reasons, for too long we’ve called the world around us to come to our events, and it is exciting and refreshing to see the Palau Association going to the community and showing through their actions what a Jesus movement looks like. What Palau has done is transitioned from revival type events and instead focused on sending Christians and churches to the community in service. For more info about their work you can read here. It’s about time that we stopped defining sharing our faith as something that happens only verbally, may we all follow the Palau Association and start sharing our faith with our actions, our money, and our presence.

My only regret is that I missed the downtown Vancouver Season of Service. I’ll end with this quote from Portlands Commissioner Nick Fish concerning Palau’s partnership with the city in bringing renewal:

“If we’re succesful, perhaps someday we’ll be known as Jesus’ favorite city.”

Derek Webb- Stockholm Syndrome

Derek Webb is a Christian musician (former lead singer of Caedmons Call) who tends to divide the Christian music industry. I love his lyrics, I love is creativity, I love his edginess, and I like his music. I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again, if you haven’t gone to noisetrade.com and downloaded free legal music you must do so now!

I recieved an email from Derek Webb this morning along with thousands of others. It was quite mysterious. Here’s what it said:

friends-

i haven’t sent many personal emails to this email list but we’re in a situation that has gotten a little out of control and it’s time to fill you in.  as some of you may know, i’ve been working for months on my new record, ‘stockholm syndrome’, which i’ve recently finished and turned in to the record label.  they’ve been very supportive over the years, but this time we didn’t get the response we expected.  it seems i’ve finally found the line beyond which my label can support me, and apparently i’ve crossed it. 

 i consider this my most important record and am adamant about all of you hearing it.  we had originally hoped to have ‘stockholm syndrome’ out this month (next week even), but at this point we’re not sure when the record will come out and in what form.  the majority of the controversy is surrounding one song, which i consider to be among the most important songs on the record.  so we’ve decided it’s an appropriate time to break the rules. 

 but because of various legal/publishing issues we’re having to be rather careful with how we do what we’re going to do next.  that’s really all i can say for now and i’ve probably said too much. 

 we have a plan and we’re moving ahead, but we’re not sure what kind of trouble we might be getting into.  we’ll let you know as soon as we know our next move- derek

Jones' Story

I’ve transcribed these stories for Jones. They are word for word, straight from him. It’s bedtime right now so naturally these are not his most detailed stories but I hope they are a window into my wonderful little boy’s imagination.

Once upon a time there was a duck. And he was a nice duck. And he would like to play with all the boys and girls and mans and mommies and daddies and grandmas and dads and papas. And he did all such nice things. Do you know what? He ate every single food that the people gave him. And the boys gave him food but not the mommies and daddies ’cause the mommies and daddies were sleeping. And you know what? That was the end.

Once upon a time there was a frog. Frog. And he was nice. And he was trying to do nice stuff. And you know what? To be continued. Ok? We’ll get the rest of it tomorrow.

Once upon a time there was a crazy crazy crazy crazy duckling. He lived with his mommy and daddy duck. The duckling went off in

the water snorkeling under the water. And his mommy and dad said where is that duckling? And he said “I’m under the waaaater”. And they found him! He was in the water. He was in the water with the elephants. He was just sayin’ hello to the baby elephants and then he came out of the water. Then the duckling was going underneath the water and the mommy and daddy duck went with him to the big elephants. All of a sudden they got to the grass and they saw the big elephants. And you know what? The baby elephants were under the water and the mommy and daddy elephants could find them. And the babies said “I’m under the water!” Then they went on a trip to all the big elephants. And the big elephants ate the baby duckling. The end.

Once upon a time there was a silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly duck. He was a big duck. And he was nice. The baby duckling grew up in that elephants tummy and the elephant spit him up and the elephant made him alive again. To be continued. We’ll read this story tomorrow.