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Pancake Breakfast – New Beginning

This morning we had a pancake breakfast in the fellowship hall, followed by the service there. Pastor Tim Hallman spearheaded the pancake-making. During his sermon, he thanked everyone for coming for pancakes, and explained why it held such significance for him.

A number of us remembered.

Five years ago, on the last Sunday of that year, Tim was getting ready to make pancakes when he was told to go upstairs. His wife, Tara, was waiting for him in the office with terrible news: Tim’s brother, Matt, had just been killed in an auto accident. MattsGrave.jpgA drunk driver–a young mother with two young children in the backseat–hit Matt’s car. Only the children survived.

So holding this pancake breakfast was a big deal for Tim. He told how the accident took away much of his passion for ministry, and he thanked people for hanging in there with him. He said this pancake breakfast was somewhat of a new beginning for him.

Yesterday, on the actual anniversary of Matt’s death, the family visited the Pilgrim’s Rest cemetery in Huntington where Matt is buried along with Tim’s youngest brother, Ben, who died in 1994. That’s Tim’s family in the photo, and I’m trusting Tim doesn’t mind me stealing this photo from his own blog entry about the day. Sometimes stuff like this drives people out of the ministry. I’m glad Tim is still with us.

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When the Church is the Church

We had 16 people at prayer meeting last night (two of them babies). That’s a new record. We met around two big round tables in the sanctuary. Except for Pam and me and the couple leading the thing, all of the attenders are on the lowest socio-economic end of the Anchor spectrum. We have unwed mothers and convicted felons and people who have trouble reading and/or still lack their GED. People whose prayer needs focus around work–finding a job, finding a better job, making ends meet, just getting by.

I love these people. The group has become a community, a patchwork of meaningful relationships. And we have most definitely seen prayers answered. It’s incredibly neat. Bill Hybels says something along the line that, when the church is the church, there’s nothing like it in the world. He’s right. And even with all of its flaws, which any idiot can point out and criticize, the church of Jesus Christ is still an amazing thing.

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Giving a Handout

Yesterday at church, two persons came asking for a handout. I talked to both of them. They told their hard-luck stories and explained what they needed. I’ve heard three such stories in the past couple of weeks, and they were very similar. All three, I’m sure, knew I was listening with skeptical, maybe even cynical, ears. That might explain why they tried so hard, with their rambling words, to convince me that their situation was for real.

What they didn’t know is that I basically accepted (naively, I’m sure) their situations as true, or at least within the ballpark. I certainly didn’t see them as ever becoming rich from handouts. These are guys for whom life is a constant, day-to-day struggle, and nothing will change that. “Begging” is a survival thing, not something they enjoy or take pride in.

For the two guys yesterday…well, these are not guys who would get hired anywhere very easily. There is this whole underclass which, before coming to Anchor, I never saw. People who piece together an existence from government programs, from begging, from occasional work, and from mooching off of relatives and friends. They lack job skills, education, social skills, confidence, and self-esteem.

These are the people for whom the minimum wage matters. If they can find work, it’ll probably be minimum wage. So I’m glad that the Democrats are in charge, because, in their mixture of quasi-good and charlatanish motives, they do intend to raise the minimum wage, whereas it’s nowhere on the radar of Republicans.

The first guy came before the first service, while the worship team was practicing. He said he needed gas money, and wondered if we could provide some food for Thanksgiving. We don’t give out gas money, I learned. I don’t think we give out cash, period, and there are very good reasons for that. But I did give him money (which may or may not go toward gas–I prefer to think it will), and I suggested he stop by the church during the week about his other needs.

The other fellow came halfway through the second service; the worship team had just finished our part, and we were out in the foyer. His arm was in a sling, and lest I not believe his story, he pulled his T-shirt aside to show me a substantial scar on his shoulder. I directed him to Cheryl, who handles our Needy Fund. He sat through about half of the service, so that’s good.

I am unbelievably blessed. Skepticism toward the poor underclass should not be part of my make-up, but I do wrestle with a good chunk of skepticism. If I’m going to err, it needs to be on the side of generosity, not the side of skepticism. But how it works out in everyday life–how and when to give a handout, without becoming some kind of “enabler” (if that concept even applies to people like this)–is not something I’m close to having figured out.

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Voting, Prison, and Jobs — But Not in the Political Sense

Last night at our prayer meeting, Jennifer had a neat praise. She’s a twenty-something who works at Taco Bell, and she has great difficulty reading. But on Tuesday, she voted for the first time. A poll volunteer helped walk her through the process, but she did it, she pressed the red button at the end…and she voted. She was included. It was a big deal for Jennifer. So it’s a big deal for me. For all of us in that group.

Mark, our leader, led us in a little discussion of some verses in Philippians. We talked some about the fact that Paul was writing this from prison. Both Dan and Alan, other members of our prayer group, have spent time in prison. Alan wasn’t there last night, but Dan gave us some insights into prison life.

We’ve prayed a lot about job situations, and we’ve seen answers. Mark has been working fulltime. Alan got a job (started this week). Terry got a different job. Nicolette got a promotion and it’s going well. We’ve been praying that Jeremy, the son of Mark and Tami, would find a job. Tami’s phone rang during our meeting last night. It was Jeremy. He landed a college teaching position and starts Wednesday.

This prayer stuff really does work, because God’s listening on the other end, and he knows how to make things happen.

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Seeking Justice

I read a definition of injustice as “people with power taking something from people who lack power.” I like that. The context involved helping to free women and young girls in south Asia who are forced into prostitution. That’s a rather obvious case of injustice. So was American slavery, and our treatment of native Indians. So is the way cities seize private homes, via imminent domain, to satisfy the greed of wealthy businessmen wanting to build expensive condos.

Injustice also arises in very small ways. I think of Josh, a young man who showed up at our church a few months ago after having been out of state for a few years. He had gotten his life in order, and was excited about going back to school to get his GED. After getting his GED, he planned to join the Marines. So he had purpose in his life.

But he didn’t have a car. He planned to get his GED at North Side High School in Fort Wayne. But when he met with an administrator there, he was told that he would need to attend Elmhurst High School. Most of the kids in our neighborhood are bused to Elmhurst, located many miles away on the south side of the city. North Side is closer, and Josh told me he could walk there.

But because of some rigid rule and an equally rigid administrator, Josh’s plans were dashed. He told me this one Sunday in August. I decided that the next time I saw Josh, I would offer to go with him to North Side, to plead his case for a reasonable exception. But that was the last time I saw Josh, and I wonder what has happened to him.

An injustice occurred. Josh needed an advocate to go up against persons of power–in this case, an uncaring school administrator hiding behind a policy. It was a little thing to that person, a simple matter of saying, “Sorry, we can’t do that.” But to Josh, the ramifications were huge.

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Prayer and Smoke

Tonight was our prayer meeting. This is totally unlike prayer meetings I grew up with. It’s more like a small group, with lots of koinonia happening, yet we’re focused around prayer. And it’s not attended by the “church faithful,” as were all the prayer meetings of my childhood, but by an interesting assortment of folks whom I’ve really come to cherish. Since we started in June, we’ve seen a lot of prayers answered. Pretty neat.

Last week Dan, one of our resident felons, came halfway through the meeting and stayed. Tonight he was the first one there. Alan and Carolyn came tonight for the first time (my heart leaped when they came through the door), along with their newborn son, Conner. They aren’t married yet, and live in a house with a lot of smokers, most of whom have consented to restrict their smoking to the outdoors, out of concern for Conner. Alan, who also has a felony conviction, told us he finally landed a job and starts next week. He’s had a tough time finding work. I hope this one pans out. Alan referred to it as an answer to prayer.

We had 13 people there tonight. I think that might be our largest group yet.

We met in the youth center, which is a house next to the church, because a concert was going on at the church. I hadn’t been to one of our concerts (held at least once or twice a month) in quite a while, so I decided to stroll inside and see what was happening. Just under 200 teens and young adults came; at least, that’s how many wrist-bands they had given out. I’m not sure band members get wristbands, and there were four bands, one hailing all the way from California. They were charging $10 per person tonight, so I think they did pretty well.

Lots of kids were on the church steps smoking, so I walked through the haze to enter and exit the church. That would upset the saints in many UB churches. Me–it made me proud. Proud that my church doesn’t get in a snit about it.

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Associating with the Snooties

Last night at our little prayer meeting, we spent some time looking at Romans 12:9-21. Verse 16 says, “Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.”

Nicolette offered what, to me, is a fascinating observation. She wondered if you could read that verse in the opposite way, meaning, “Be willing to associate with people of high position.”

So we talked about that. Nicolette said she felt uncomfortable, in particular, being around wealthy people. (In that regard, Anchor is definitely a low-position church.) We might view someone as a high-position person because of their education, important job, or wealth. Especially wealth. We agreed that we don’t like being around snootie people. People who regard themselves as better than you. People who use their intellect/position/money to assert their superiority, to intimidate others, or to wield power and influence.

No, it’s not fun being around such people. But perhaps the Bible is saying we shouldn’t avoid them. Maybe the spirit of the verse is, “Be willing to associate with anyone who isn’t like you. Don’t let your differences separate you.”

[Okay, amateur theologian on the premises.]

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Eight Years at Anchor

Today was Anchor’s 8th anniversary. Nothing special about 8. But we recognized the day. Seems so long ago, that morning when we wondered if anybody would show up. Well over 100 people came. Closer to 150. It was an exciting, even giddy, day. A real adrenaline rush.

Lots of people have come through our doors. Lots of ministry has occurred. But our attendance hasn’t changed much. That concerns me to an extent. And yet, I know that many lives have been touched, whether or not that translates into the numerical growth which evangelical Christianity worships. I, personally, have done more ministry this year than I did in nine years at my previous booming church.

So, praise the Lord for Anchor–what it has meant to me personally, and what it has meant to the scores of people who, in some way, Christ has touched through our hands.

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The Duct-Tape Artist

JoeLeatherman_200.jpgJoe Leatherman, Anchor’s drummer, is a 7th grader and sometimes sports a Mohawk. This week he also sported something else which drew unfavorable reviews from school administrators. He went to school wearing shorts made entirely of duct tape. They had pockets and everything. Joe’s Dad, Terry, was quite impressed, though he says the house is now littered with scraps of duct tape.

This is a magnet school focused on drawing youngsters interested in the arts. Don’t duct-tape shorts demonstrate a definite sense of artistry? I think so. Joe insists they are comfortable, though I have difficulty imagining that, with the chaffing and general inflexibility, and I didn’t think to inquire about zipper-related accomodations. But much of what youngsters wear (such as jeans magically held in place below butt level) don’t appear to my untrained eye to be particularly comfy.

Anyway, Joe was asked to remove his duct-tape shorts and don the spare shorts he brought for just such an occasion. Which he anticipated, since a friend got the same treatment a day or two previous.

Joe was told that the shorts were a distraction, to which Joe responded in a most reasonable and respectful tone, “Isn’t my Mohawk a distraction?” He was told, “If kids talk about your Mohawk more than they talk about school, then I’ll deal with that.” Or something along that line. The reasoning doesn’t quite track with me, especially when I consider all the other teen-culture fashion accessorizing that could conceivably qualify as distracting–chains and colored hair and prolific piercings, and pants with pockets around shin level.

Joe was telling us about this experience tonight at music practice. I asked Pastor Tim what he would think of someone coming to church wearing shorts made of duct tape. He thought that would be awesome. So maybe Joe will wear them to church Sunday. I, personally, would like to see this example of 21st Century postmodern creative expression. Maybe Joe will sit down on the drum seat and get stuck. Alas, the cost of being an artist.

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God’s Economy of Prayer

Ten of us meet every Wednesday night at the church for a prayer time. Been doing it all summer. Two of us are elders, plus our wives. None of the others hold any leadership positions in the church. But they are precious people, regular in coming to pray for the church. God doesn’t view people the same way we do. He doesn’t add up education and talents and IQ and articulateness and the size of your church, and assign worth. His scale is totally different.

Jennifer is a young girl, maybe 18, with a learning disability. Very poor family. She works at Taco Bell. She has difficulty reading. Every Wednesday we discuss prayer needs and praises, and then split up for about ten minutes of individual prayer, with the group scattering around the sanctuary. Afterwards, tonight, I asked each person to mention one matter of prayer that has been on their minds.

“How about it, Jennifer? What’s something that’s been on your mind for prayer?”

A little coaxing was needed. But finally she said very quietly, “The worship team.” And it immediately choked me up. She said that ever since Chris Kuntz, our worship leader, left for a position in another church, she has been praying for the worship team. I type this with water-soaked eyes.

Chris has been gone six weeks, and we’ve struggled to adjust without a strong lead singer. It’s not been easy. We’ve all had to make adjustments, and we acutely feel Chris’s absence. We have definitely needed prayer. But how did Jennifer, who has nothing to do with the worship team, know that?

Prayer often arises out of a personal burden, out of some sense that this particular need requires sustained prayer. When God looked down at the Anchor congregation, wondering whom to give a special burden for the worship team, he passed over the elders. He passed over the board members. He passed over Sunday school teachers. And he went to Jennifer. Meek, timid Jennifer. For six weeks now, Jennifer has been praying for us. And I had no idea.

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