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Summer of Shalom – Alex Gross

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

This post is from Alex Gross.  She is one of four interns who stayed in Apartment 55 at the Village.  This is her take on her summer experience experiencing Shalom in Santa Barbara :)  Thanks Alex!

Summer of Shalom
    “I have been surprised to find that I am given more life, more hope,
more moments of buoyancy and redemption, the more I give up. The more
I let go, do without, reduce, the more I feel rich.  The more I let
people be who they are, instead of cramming them into what I need from
them, the more surprised I am by their beauty and depth” (Niequist
159).  I re-read those sentences over and over again. Mayterm had just
ended, I had made one final trip up north and my focus was finally
fully devoted to the residents of the Village Apartments.  I cracked
open Cold Tangerines, by Shauna Niequist and when I hit the chapter
entitled “Shalom,” I knew I was in for a treat.  As I read the chapter
and eventually came across the previous paragraph I had true,
undeniable clarity.  I was in the midst of a summer of Shalom, a
summer of appreciation and peace.
    It was a known fact that I would be working at Hume Lake Christian
Camps the first summer of my college years since I was in Jr High.  It
may have been a fact in my world, but God had a whole different vision
in mind.  As the weeks went by last spring I waited daily for Hume to
call and offer me a job at the snack shop or even on the janitorial
staff.  During this season I found myself becoming more deeply
involved with the West Side ministry at Westmont.  I helped out over
spring break and drove down when homework would permit to visit the
students I had met over the course of the week.  It became clear as
the weeks and days went on that God wanted me there.  It suddenly
seemed like the opportunity of a lifetime to live in Apartment 55 in
the Village Apartments.  Thus, I found myself moving out of my dorm
room and into the apartment the last week of May.
    The first week of mayterm was coming to an end and I was suddenly
asking myself,  “what in the world did I get myself into?”  I was
missing, for the first time since I had moved, Turlock.  My dads
cooking, my laundry room, and a summer in the central valley looked
much better than it ever had before.  I withheld the temptation to go
home that first week more times than one and listened to the clear
voice that was saying loud and clear, be present and be here.  So
here, is where I stayed.  And I can now look back and say that it is
the best decision I made all summer.
    By mid July my weekly schedule was finally set in stone.
I worked in the Westmont admissions office everyday from two to five,
Monday nights was a bible study with the younger girls at  the Carillo
apartments, Tuesdays I met with Jeff and my roommates, Wednesdays
entailed more meetings, Thursdays were Younglife, which all lead to
the highlight of my week; Friday night bible study with the Jr high
girls.  Even when I was not at one of these events, just being at home
meant being in the midst of the beautifulness that lead up to them.
     Monday night bible studies- “Shalom happens when we do the hardest
work, the most secret struggle, the most demanding truth telling”
(Niequist 160).  I met two girls from the Carrillo Apartments over Spring Break in Santa
Barbara.  The two fifth grade girls lived in the Carillo apartments
across from the Village and seeing their homes absolutely broke my
heart.  Over spring break I got to know the girls on a surface level
but the day they found out I moved in the village I earned the title
of “big sister.”  During a trip to Yogurtland in early June I asked
the girls if they would like a bible study..maybe Monday nights at
six?  A few nights later there were six girls knocking on our door at
five till six. These girls became the core
girls that showed up every week.  Fifth and sixth grade girls are
vicious, very vicious. They had a lot of drama to work out and it was
both a struggle and blessing to hold their hands during those first
few weeks. Romans twelve became the theme of out bible study talks.
“If at all possible, as far as it depends, live at peace with
everyone.”  This one line seemed to get through to the girls as the
weeks went one.  Less tears have been shed and girls who were once
enemies love to show us how much they are getting along because they
know it makes us proud.  Those girls come over often and I love having
them over.  Two girls asked me over spring break if  I would be
their camp counselor at Kids camp that summer.  Back then I gave a
“probably not but we’ll see,” and I could not stop smiling as we got
in to bed the first night of camp and one of these girls said, “ See, I told you
that you would be our counselor at the camp.”
    5:45 AM is extremely early.  6:00 AM is extremely early to walk into
an over crowded community center and wait in line for a cup of coffee.
 6:05 AM on Wednesday mornings has made it all worth it.  There have
been quite a few Westmont Students this summer that have found their
way in and out of Santa Barbara, jumping in and out of this summer of
Shalom.  In order for all of us to keep our sanity, and have the
community that is needed, we all gather Wednesday mornings for our
Shalom Meetings at 6 AM in the community center.  I absolutely love
those meetings.  Together we read, processed, and discussed Santa
Barbara outside of the Westmont lens.  Together we faced the poverty
that dwells in our city, together we sought guidance from our elders,
together we formed a different sort of community.  6 AM is extremely
early, but there is something about that early morning hour that
brought about a unique since of joy and strength.  Looking back, it
was during those meetings that Shalom was tangible, plausible, and a
guaranteed reality.
    Young Life. I had never even heard of the organization until Westmont
and little did I know how much I would end up loving the program when
I showed up at the first meeting this summer.  There are about seven
of us students that show up on Thursday nights in an attempt to
entertain jr high and high school students for an hour or so... and
when it comes down to it none of us have a clue what we are doing.  We
are all pretty good at pretending but we are a new club with leaders
who are new to Young life.  So we do the best we can, and I have loved
the results.  Some of the students call it “the program.”  We play
basketball, watch a skit or two, hear some of the bible, and eat pizza
together at the end.  It has been awesome to see Christ in those
students.  I am excited for the next season of Young Life on the West
side.  God has started something pretty big in those students and I am
blessed enough to be here for three more years to watch the beginning
of it unfold.
     There are six girls that make
up our Friday night Jh High girls bible study.  We label it a bible
study but at times I am so tempted to call it a boy study.  Friday
nights are the night we intentionally gather but these girls are my
neighbors.  Not a day has gone by that I have not been stopped walking
to my car, to get my laundry, or to get the mail without hearing about
someone’s boyfriend or about the outfit they plan on wearing to the
movies that night. Dominique claimed me as her mentor in May and I am
blessed to have been able to spend time with her.  She will be a
freshmen in high school next year and she has more questions than I
could have imagined.  I absolutely love answering each and every one
of them.  I could write on and on about each one of the girls because
they have all impacted me in such tremendous ways.  It has been great
to be apart of their circle, get to know their secret code language,
and walk with them during this season of life.
    I have learned more this summer then I did my whole freshmen year at
Westmont.  I met Jesus in a way I had never before.  It has been a
summer of Shalom and it is my prayer that this would turn into a life
time of Shalom.  I have started relationships with these girls and I
am to close to walk away now.  For the first time I have invested
prayer and relational time into specific people for a long period of
time.  I have found a whole new meaning of community and church.  I
have seen the struggles of being a single moms and felt the burden of
young girls being not only a daughter but roommate, best friend, and
babysitter too.  It is my prayer that these girls find the holistic
healing of Jesus.  Because of them I have fallen more in love with
Jesus and am trusting Him more and more. It was on my lesson plan to
“cultivate my own spiritual life.”  I would say that cultivate is an
understatement. I have better knowledge of who Jesus Christ is and
have thus been compelled into action by love.  Working at Hume Lake
could have been great but this has been so much better than that.  I
am thankful for the spirit and the conviction to stay this summer.
Romans twelve was the theme of our bible study with the carillo girls
and I pray I daily  to live out the words written in that chapter.
“Therefore I urge you brothers to offer up your bodies as a living
sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God, this is your spiritual act of
worship.”  I learned this summer that when I live this out I am most
satisfied in Him. It was through the hardships of this summer  and the
ones  I will face the rest of my life that will produce the sweet
essence of Shalom. “And when you have tasted it, smelled it, fought
for it, labored it into life, you’ll give your soul to get a little
more, and it is always worth it.
    Shalom” (Niequist).

Eyes Wide Shut

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

I am sitting in a local coffee shop in Buellton, listening to the soundtrack of “Eyes Wide Shut,” when I realized that is our problem.  I had to write about it with the few minutes remaining before I head into Santa Barbara.

We look but we don’t really see.  We die because of lack of vision.  Perhaps it is better said that we let others die because of our lack of vision.

We can’t seem to buckle down and pay the price.  We can’t give our lives away.

I was musing over my inability to motivate toward the cause.  I am a waste of three years of public speaking experience.  Yes, I did three years of public speaking in high school.  (I got out of a lot of math to do it)  But my results are not so good.  When I speak, seems that no one wants to hear more after.  It is either my speaking or the content of my speech.  I keep making the mistake of asking for too much too quickly.  I want people to come out and see what I see, but more than that, do something about it.

I keep getting introduced as a missionary when I want to see a missional church.  But mission does not sum it up well, because it is a loaded and attractive and unattractive term at the same time.  The agenda of God seems to be love – I can’t get away from that.

Our eyes are wide shut.  Wide open eyes will inquire about new paradigms and solutions – and a radical shift from a passive to aggressive love.  Empty buildings but full on the streets.  It will be the strange parties Jesus describes – a freak show centered around a strange juice.  I see colors coming to visit black and white.

I suddenly got a bit depressed… opening eyes are the healing balm.

The Homeless Bill of Rights

Friday, July 23rd, 2010

Well, so word has it more people died last year on the streets than reported…

Some word may be coming out about this soon.  And it is probably also true that some of those deaths may have been avoided.  I have no idea how many, and I guess it depends how you view the sovereignty of God.  I tend to believe that God is asking us to partner with Him to prevent senseless death.

So, I am a big believer in shalom and in an holistic health ideal.  I believe God is concerned with the whole person now and into eternity.  I think our love for people now is a sign of whether we really care about the soul or not… you can’t really just care about a soul on earth can you – don’t we have to work with flesh and blood?

A couple of us, representing the faith community, have been asked to get behind the homeless bill of rights, and rally the churches to awareness.  This is one of the ways I can do it, but publishing the bill of rights on my blog site.  It was put together by Ken Williams, and has the backing now of several local organizations.  I am hoping some local churches will officially back it.

I personally don’t think it is that radical, but of course these folks are my friends now – and I have witnessed first hand many of the street dangers they face.  Just today I was talking with some folks at the Santa Barbara Roasting Company about whether one of their friends was in the hospital or not…

So, I will paste the bill of rights in here.  You can comment on whether you are behind it or not, or if you want to help me get your church behind it :)

1. Right not to be murdered
2. Right not to be physically assaulted
3. Right not to be raped
4. Right to shelter when sick or injured
5. Right to medical care when sick or injured
6. Right to shelter, food and treatment for people with a mental illness
7. Right to shelter in severe rain, cold or heat that threatens health & welfare
8. Right not to be demonized by private or government entities & treated with respect by all
9. Right of women and men not to be hunted by sexual predators
10. Right of children for clothing, food, shelter & education

You can find the Homeless Bill of Rights on Facebook too, and “like” the group.  You can get involved and save lives with local organizations, or join us at Pershing Park or the community of Holy Chaos on Sunday mornings.

Rudolph’s Misfit Heaven

Friday, July 16th, 2010

I am around so many that have been abandoned and forgotten, or at least feel that way – either in the real world or through connections in cyber space.  These are people who wonder if the doors of heaven are still open to them, whether in heaven or on earth.  The theme of abandonment keeps resurfacing in my life, mind, heart, and ministry, as I am with people who just don’t seem to fit.

I recently posted on facebook that I believed heaven probably looked a bit like a long stint on Rudolph’s Island of Misfit Toys – everyone in need of some repair and some child who still wants to play with them…

I think I have learned that people are very fickle, including myself.  At one moment you can be a hero and famous and have the best seat at the table, and in the next moment the flame is blown out and you are asked to leave survivor island, pack up your items, and go home.  You didn’t get the million dollars.  (just look at what is happening to Mel Gibson heralded for his movie about Christ, but now that his sore are revealed… well, you know)  The same has and can happen to me and to you.

Is there a being that says “You are not Abandoned?”

I have to believe that is the idea behind the gospel, where the good news is that God is with us, that He is living in the midst, and that heaven is not cut off while there is still a brief in our lungs…

Pershing Park is a big mess – always has been.  A mix of illnesses and agonies -whether it is rich/poor; colored/white; religious/non-religious; hungry/filled; joyful/depressed… you get the picture.  It is beautiful in its own lack of sanitation.  It is a reputation of real life.  Despair leads to hope to despair to hope – finally to hope because at Pershing we want people to know that they are not abandoned.  Fickle humanity has a chance because the disguise of Jesus is found there.

Last Wednesday one man traveled all the way to the park to find me because I am the one in the city who will listen to him.  He is both mentally ill and addicted – dipping in and out of reality – so hard to converse to determine the underlying point. (There is no underlying point – heaven is probably the fact that we came together at all)  But, we committed to meet when he had not had a drink for a day, so we can find a way to better clarity.  I wonder what would happen if we made everyone who came to Pershing clean up their act before they got to the park?

I talk with athiests, the ex-communicated, the unclean – the question is – “is there room for me at the inn?”

The thing is – Heaven is a given, and a given under the authority of the Creator – the book will be opened by the One who created all and knows all.  I don’t get to open the book.  But I have a sense that there will be alot of misfits there when I think about the friends of Jesus.

I do have control of what doors I leave open in my life – who gets an opportunity to be loved here on earth.  For me, that is a wide door on earth, the people who deserve and get my love.  After all, this is supposed to go so far as including my enemies.

Pershing Park has a big door.  You can get to the park from all directions – south, north, east, west.  It does not have doors that can be locked.  We who have been shipwrecked in many ways together, have had our other vessels crash, have landed at the Park of Misfit People, all awaiting something better.

West Side Jesus

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

I really should be sleeping somewhere, after surviving my 2nd West Side Kids Camp.  I say survive because I go all out for three days and it takes a week to recover, while the kids could go another seven with no problem.  This year I was kicked out of my guy’s cabin (for snoring), called “Old Man” (yet I recovered with a tremendous flurry in a game of hoops), over dosed on purple drink (only to discover that yes it is actually a juice), and was attacked by everyone in the pool in an overthrow attempt.

I think what I believe about West Side Jesus is this – He better be fun and he better be able to deliver.  This won’t be just a gentle Jesus – this will be a rowdy God and one who will have to go the distance.  These kids have alot of questions, and they have alot of energy.  You won’t captivate them unless you allow them to go on your shoulders while they test you by making fun of every potential weakness.  They are love testers to the extreme.

Every time I was challenged in the swimming pool, challenged to one more game of knock out on the basketball courts, or heard one more Spanish phrase thrown at me that somehow I knew was making fun of me – my body was saying escape but I knew God was saying, “Go for it!”

I asked our team of counselors, “What do we do next?  What have we learned from camp this year that we can take home with us?  What do the kids need now?”  I think what came out of the discussion is yes, these kids will need the community which is the “church,” but they will need a Jesus that delivers on the ground where they live.  That is why, in my mind, we have “The Village.”  The Village apts are a safe haven, with interns who love the kids, the library, the community center, swimming hours, girls and guys nights – they need Jesus 24/7.

This also why we will be on the ground more in 2010-2011 with empowerment – the next stage.  God Who Goes the Distance will inhabit a block of the lower West Side.  It is a Jesus who mends hearts, souls, and spirits.  It is a God who is concerned about broken windows, empty tables, lonely children.

I get into these facebook discussions about holistic Jesus – which is most important – the spiritual or everything of earth?  I can’t separate them anymore.  If you can’t let a West Side kid ride your shoulders, then how are you going to tell him or her about the Kingdom?  I’m not sure you can read the gospels without seeing a holistic Jesus.  I don’t think you can find a Jesus who isn’t as active now as in heaven.

The number of camps I have been on in life – probably getting close to a hundred.  My camp theology has changed.  I get made fun of because of my “decentralized leadership” strategy.  My meetings start late and my kids break the rules.  I think perhaps I have become too relational – I like hanging out.  I am not sure what it is – but I love that the kids love the 2 hours in the pool as much as I love teaching them in words that Jesus loves them.

It hit me a few weeks back, when I witnessed the first two children from the Carrillo Apts discover the library at the Village.  I was so excited they discovered all the books and that they were welcome to come.  Is this not a bit like the discovery of heaven for children?

I was reading something at camp, about a theologian who says that Jesus cannot be understood outside of the table – who He dined with… He was scandalous in friendship and meal sharing.  It was the purest form of His theology.  The Kingdom would be open to the outsiders, and they would be welcome at His table.

Any Jesus follower who wants to travel to the West Side should heed this warning – you had better allow a child to ride on your shoulders, and you had better want to go the distance.

Thanks to everyone who made camp a great success!

Aged and Flawed

Thursday, July 1st, 2010

I have been considering my age and flaws of late, and thought I would blog a bit on the process and how it affects me and the Uffizi Mission Project.

Here is a stream of consciousness writing regarding my age and flaws – how my mind works:  my eyesight is going, I weigh more than I should, my brain is more cloudy and harder to focus, I find it difficult to remember names, more difficult to sit down and work out what I need to train people in, rub my head alot, seem to stall in conversations when I should know what I am talking about… lose a bit of control with my emotions (cry for ten minutes during Toy Story 3, get defensive over my way of life chosen)…

Why do I blog about it – because I am done with perfection.  I am through with the idea of the perfect family, perfect life, perfect ministry, becoming the perfect person, having the perfect theology, being perfect in love.  I just want to be flawed.  It is push back in my own soul.

And yet I am all about becoming like Christ.  It is really the direction of my compass.

But what is it to be “fully human?”  What is it like to need to be saved yourself, and remain there?  To bask in not-knowingness or being a no one?  Of no reputation?

I am getting prepared again for the human journey that none of us can escape, though we build up all kinds of systems to be someone in someone else’s eyes.

I will be forgotten.  I will no longer be needed.  Horrible thing to think or feel – but absolute reality.  I can be replaced – and should prepare for it.  It is another point on my compass.  It is when it all ends.

I have a love hate relationship with success.  God is doing something really special now on the West Side and on the Streets – because of the work of all kinds of people.  Now people want to know how it happened, or make it better, or have an opinion about it.  People are meeting with me with secret objectives – checking me/us out.  Are we legit – is our theology right?

Can I say, “I don’t know.”  I just simply put the words of Jesus into practice in sub-cultures and let it be?  Does it have to be more than that?  Because, that is all I really want to do.  I want to see what happens when we do what Jesus says to do – it is an experiment.

I don’t deserve a reputation either way.  It is not attached to me.  It is attached to Him.  See if He didn’t ask us to do it?

As everything grows – I decline.