Monthly Archives: March 2012


There is a woman who cycles through the Mission regularly because she just can’t seem to figure out how to change the way she is living.  She is small in stature and sometimes seems as though she is going to break if someone looks at her the wrong way, but she is a fighter.  The problem is, she doesn’t yet know it.  Instead, she has let her mental illness and her alcoholism consume her.  She wanders into our office every few months to let us know she’s still alive.  She always has some new story about her abusive boyfriend(s) and how this time is going to be the time that she turns her life around.  There is always a raw desperation in her voice when she tells us to be proud of her, to accept her for who she is because she’s really trying this time.

Another woman was brought to us by a guy who found her passed out in an alley.  She stayed with us for about a week and then disappeared.  Two days later she was back telling me that, after 6 years of being clean and sober, she found herself in a motel room with two strange men and a drug that she couldn’t find the strength to say no to anymore.  My heart broke as she described the men’s attempts to get something in return for what they had given her.

And then there is the woman who called periodically over the course of a couple weeks to see if we had openings.  When she called the first time, she told me that she would be bringing her two oldest children.  Her youngest two had been taken away from her by the state.  She showed up, days later, alone.  Her caseworker had stepped in and advised temporary removal of her older children.  This woman came in shell-shocked, not knowing how she had let it happen.

On a regular basis, I have conversations with women who are addicts, domestic violence victims, single mothers, or mentally ill.  Often, as with the women I wrote about above, they fall into more than one of those categories.

What I want them (and you) to know, what I’m still trying to figure out how to convey, is that despite what they have been told–through words, actions, or even sideways glances–those categories don’t define them.

These women spend their lives struggling for one reason or another.  It is as though no one has ever told them that they are allowed to ask for help, that they don’t have to be chained to their past.  Many of them were born into families already struggling financially or emotionally or mentally, and so that life is the only one that they know.

I think that it is sometimes a little too easy for us to label people–we look at them and think that, because of the situation they’re in, they must lack willpower, or that they’re weak or lazy or a host of other things.

But by assuming that about others without taking the time to find out what the underlying issue is, we open the door for other people to assume those same things about us.

If we continue to allow this cycle to dictate our lives, and theirs, what are we gaining?  Not addressing the issue at hand means that we let ourselves stay broken and hurt and ashamed.

Psalm 146:7 says that the LORD sets prisoners free…and lifts up those who are bowed down.

We are invited to be set free from all of the guilt, shame, and condemnation that we have been living with for far too long.  That invitation is for everyone.  Every single person that you come into contact with is loved by Jesus.  He longs for the chance to show them that they don’t need to be bowed down anymore, that they can lift their heads high, knowing that he loves and accepts them.

And we have a choice.  We can keep categorizing people, looking at them with contempt and wondering why they never seem to change.  Or we can give them another chance; we can attempt to love them with that same love even if it’s the hardest thing in the world, knowing that Jesus does that for us.  He scoops us up, brushes us off, and points us in the right direction.  Over and over and over.

My challenge for you is to let yourself be redefined.  And then pray that Jesus would show you how to redefine the way you look at and love the people around you.


reach out.

We live in a world that tells us to put ourselves before others, to choose independence over interdependence.  Because of this, it is easy for us to focus only on what is right in front of us.

We live in a world where we are taught that being self-sufficient is important, that we need to rely on our own resources to get us by, and so it is easy for us to think poorly of those who clearly need help.

We live in a world that lies to us.

From the beginning of the Bible to the end, it is clear that God created us to rely on and support each other.  Genesis 2:18 says, “The Lord God said, ‘It is not good for man to be alone.  I will make a helper suitable for him.’”  Things weren’t good until there was more than one person.

Jesus lived and modeled community with his disciples constantly.  He always sent them out in pairs, and the early church is the story of a people who were together and were of one heart and mind, sharing all in common.  And then in Revelation 21, we’re given a picture of a new kind of community.

The time that we have here on earth isn’t about us.  It’s not about helping ourselves to anything we want, climbing the ladder of success (that always seemed like an odd saying to me…how sturdy can that ladder really be, especially when a whole bunch of people are climbing it simultaneously?), relying on our own selves to get by, or any of those other things that we’ve been told are good ideas.

Philippians 2:3 says this:  “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit.  Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of others.”

It should be our goal to look out for each other, to reach out to people who are hurting and offer to help carry their burdens for a little while.  Because isn’t that what Jesus would be doing if he were physically here?  And aren’t we to be the hands and feet of Jesus?

What does this have to do with the Mission?  A couple things, actually.  In thinking about my last post, in which I wrote about generosity (Yes, I know you don’t really need that reminder because you’re only one mouse scroll away from seeing it.  I just like to make things easier for people.), I realized that I had more to say on that subject.

The people here are generous with their time and advice and concern because they recognize that we are all in this together–we’re part of a community that attempts to openly and honestly care for the well-being of others.

At any given time, I know what is happening in the lives of the people here because they tell me.  Or they tell each other, and the information slowly makes its way back to me.  It is a messy, somewhat unexpected community, but it thrives because these people care about each other.  They are quick to share in both the heartaches and joys of their neighbors, and they genuinely look out for the people around them.

Granted, there are those who take advantage of this idea of reliance by taking more than they’ll ever be able to give.  But they are usually balanced out by those who freely give all that they themselves have been blessed with.

Jesus is so clearly at work here, and it is amazing to watch.