Monday, December 28, 2009
A Supporter's Experience
By DRR Supporter Cheralee Volken:
We were at Children's Hospital today for our kids ear appointments and as we left, in the cold drizzle stood a man in the median, a young man who couldn't have been more than 25 or 30 with a sign that read "Homeless with Wife & Kid, Willing to Work". There was more, but I couldn't read it.
As the light turned green and we were moving down the interstate my heart ached. This man was my age, likely with a child around the age of one of mine, and it is getting so cold and nasty out. It was all I could do to hold back my tears. I simply cannot imagine what this must be like.
I wanted so desperately to whip a U-turn and doing something to help him. What to do, I don't know, I had no cash on me and nothing in the vehicle that even resembled something that could be useful to a homeless family, but all the same my heart ached to do something for him.
All day this has been on my mind. In fact, I prayed for his family on more than one occasion today, but I can't help but feel like I should have/could have done more.
This just really hit me hard today and I struggled greatly with my response, or rather lack of response, in this situation.
I donate supplies, money, and time as I can, but I couldn't help but be disappointed in myself for not taking an active step.
So, I have decided that while I cannot change today, I will change tomorrow. I am going to make a few of my own packs to keep in the vehicles and I am going to commit to getting someone to keep my kids before the end of January so that I can go on a DRR Homeless Outreach day.
Please pray for this man and his family along with your other homeless friends.
Friday, December 18, 2009
The Dirty Roots Revolution Needs YOUR Help - Read on to see how you can make a difference!!!
Revolutionaries:
This is a lengthy message, but our needs are increasing. Please take a moment to review…
A COUPLE OF EXCITING NEWS BRIEFS:
#1 – Did you hear??? Bubbles, the three-year-old girl who stole everyone’s heart this summer, is not living on the streets anymore!!! Her mom has chosen to remain on the streets, but she has sent Bubbles to live with family. Please remember to pray for Mom – BUT PRAISE THE LORD FOR THIS NEWS ABOUT BUBBLES!!! Many prayers have been answered. Thanks to each of you for the love you poured into this situation, in so many ways.
#2 – THE OFFICIAL DIRTY ROOTS REVOLUTION WEBSITE IS NOW UP!!! A few portions of it are still “under construction”, but it’s up and running! Check it out: www.DirtyRootsRevolution.com. Be sure to share that web address with all of your friends and family – far and wide – and let them see what the DRR is all about and why you believe it in and support it!!!!
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First things first, many folks have been asking what we need right now. We have supplied as many coats as we are able to at this point. THANK YOU for your donations of coats and winter clothes, however we would ask that all coat donations at this point be taken to the local thrift shop, to BCMW, or the Pregnancy Support Center. Additionally, the DRR does NOT do any clothing distribution to the homeless folks we serve. They have those needs met at the homeless shelters in St. Louis. Again, please take clothing donations to the above-listed organizations.
We DO accept contributions of new socks (which are ALWAYS appreciated), new men’s and women’s underwear, and new men’s T-shirts. ALL SIZES L & XL
We’re currently running short on the following items and are in urgent need of them:
TOILETRIES (always travel sized, please):
*Toothbrushes (but NO toothpaste)
*Shampoo
*Deodorant (men’s & women’s)
*Antibacterial wet wipes OR hand sanitizer
*Shaving cream AND razors
*Toilet paper (travel sized packs – NOT rolls – we have learned that the homeless shelters do NOT provide toilet paper in their restrooms)
*Soap (full sized bars OR travel size body wash)
*Lotion
*Feminine hygiene products
*Chap Stick
*Q-tips (travel size ONLY)
FOOD
*Tuna or chicken (foil packs)
*Peanut butter crackers
*Beef jerky
*Tuna/chicken salad cracker packs
*Cookies
*Raisins
*Nuts
OTHER NEEDS
*Our homeless friends also always ask for durable tote bags they can use to carry their belongings in.
***Financial contributions are also accepted, to help offset the expense of these items.
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We are looking to streamline some of our distribution processes.
In the summer, we take cold drinks to give to our homeless friends (they have access to water, but nothing else…juice, Gatorade, etc. is a REAL treat for them).
Now that it’s cold, we’d like to share hot drinks with them, too (coffee and hot cocoa). We’ve done this on a small scale, with carafes and thermoses, but this is impractical.
We would like to purchase two large, insulated containers that we can use in the summer AND winter to keep drinks hot/cold. If anyone would like to contribute one of these, please contact Ryan Mifflin at info@dirtyrootsrevolution.com or 618.267.5436.
***Financial contributions are also accepted, to help offset the expense of these items.
*Additionally, we will be in need of bulk cocoa and coffee (NOT individual packets) and paper cups.
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And, finally…One of the main goals of the Dirty Roots Revolution for 2010 is to convert the garage at the home of Ryan & Amber Mifflin into the official DRR headquarters. This is going to involve us clearing, rearranging, and organizing the garage. We are going to need the following for this project:
**MANPOWER
**DONATIONS OF CONTAINERS (PREFERABLY DURABLE, RUBBERMAID-STYLE CONTAINERS)
**FOLKS WHO KNOW ABOUT CONSTRUCTION (TO PUT UP PANELING AND BUILD SHELVES)
Please stay tuned for more information on this project, after the start of the New Year.
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Finally, we will be holding a fun event for everyone involved in the DRR soon after the New Year to commemorate our 6-month anniversary and the completion of a calendar year and to announce some of what’s coming up in 2010 for the Dirty Roots Revolution - including more local projects, to change the world right here at home!!!
***Don't forget - one of the easiest ways to support our cause is the CHANGE the World program! You can donate the loose change you have sitting around, unattended, in a jar. You're already not using it, so you won't "feel" the donation...other than in your heart. And just like all of our little efforts add up to something large, all of these donations of change add up to something huge!!! Contact us to arrange pick-up/delivery: info@dirtyrootsrevoltuion.com or 618.267.5436
THANK YOU FOR BELIEVING IN OUR CAUSE!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR INVOLVEMENT IN THIS REVOLUTION!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT OF OUR WORK – IN ALL WAYS…PRAYER, FINANCIAL, PHYSICAL, ETC.
EACH OF YOU ARE TRULY INVOLVED IN CHANGING OUR WORLD – ONE DAY AT A TIME, FOR ONE PERSON AT A TIME
THE DIRTY ROOTS REVOLUTION IS POWERED BY THE GENEROSITY OF OUR COMMUNITY!!!!!!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
A Tale of Some Socks...
I don’t say that for any kind of glory.
Quite in fact, it wasn’t my idea…
You’ve heard me say that each of us have our “favorite person” that we deal with regularly on our weekly Homeless Outreach. My wife’s “person” is a lovely Haitian woman named Marie.
This past Saturday, Marie was wearing backless shoes with no socks. And it was COOOOOLD.
Amber, my wife, pulled me aside, and said “Marie is asking for socks…”. I told her that most of our friends were, but we didn’t have any to distribute that week. “No, Ryan…Marie’s not WEARING any socks! Should I give her mine?”
I told Amber to keep her socks on…I’d give her mine. I have a MUCH higher tolerance for cold than Amber does.
I had relatively new, thick tennis shoes on my feet. I was concerned my feet would sweat. In fact, I knew they would. I’m just a sweater. The last time I wore tennis shoes and no socks for any length of time, the shoes wreaked and were irreparable. I was concerned this would happen this time.
Marie HAD NO SOCKS ON HER FEET and I was concerned that my semi-new shoes (which are accompanied by probably 3-4 other pairs of shoes in my closet) would smell bad.
What a jerk.
I spent another hour to hour-and-a-half on our Homeless Outreach, and as Amber and I and our daughter got in the car, my first thought was to head somewhere that I could get a new pair of socks.
Now…let me state…
I’m not in favor of suffering for the sake of suffering. I know people who won’t take Tylenol when they have a headache, for no reason other than that there are some people on the earth who lack access to such medicine. With all due respect to folks of that disposition, I think that’s silly.
We shouldn’t be excessive or wasteful, but if we do have means and resources, then we should use them. Wisely, of course, but we should use them.
So…we happened to be heading in the direction of several department stores and we had the finances to purchase new socks. The plan was to purchase a package. One pair for me…the other seven (or so) in the package would go toward the Homeless Outreach next week.
My point is, I don’t feel that I was wrong for getting new socks.
My point is that I was wrong for how I FELT prior to getting those socks. How urgently I WANTED to get new socks.
As I said, Marie had no socks on her feet. In the past, Marie had socks on. Quite in fact, we’ve given her socks. So, the socks she had were either stolen or given away by her to someone she felt was more deserving (we’ve seen both happen many times in the time we’ve been visiting our brothers and sisters on the streets of St. Louis).
Either way…I have no way of knowing how long Marie had been going with no socks. In backless shoes. In VERY COLD weather.
I had no socks on for an hour and couldn’t wait to run to the nearest store and buy new ones.
You get what I’m saying…
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
OUR HOMELESS BROTHERS & SISTERS NEED YOUR HELP
Revolutionaries!!!
In case ya'll hadn't already noticed, IT'S COLD!!!
This winter marks the first time we've done our Homeless Outreach on any kind of consistent basis, so it's already been a learning process and will continue to be so, we're quite sure.
People have asked all fall if we're going to continue traveling to STL weekly to visit our homeless brothers and sisters through the winter. The answer is a definite YES!!! We're sure the Homeless Outreach will look different over the next couple of months than it has over the summer and fall (we may not spend much time playing guitars and singing together in the park in January!), but we'll still do it.
Our homeless brothers and sisters are out in the elements all day. Many of them can't get into shelters - even during winter months. Sometimes, they get a brief respite from the cold by stepping into public buildings such as the library, but for the most part, they are out in the cold.
Last week, we were blessed with a large donation of new and gently used blankets. We distributed a few hundred of them to our brothers and sisters who were exceptionally grateful.
This week, we would like to bless our friends with gifts of socks, gloves, hats, and long underwear. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO CONTRIBUTE ANY OF THESE ITEMS TO THIS CAUSE, OR IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO GIVE FINANCIALLY, SO WE CAN PURCHASE THEM, READ ON:
Donations should be dropped off at my house - 615 East Oak St. in Greenville. We need to have these donations in-hand BY 5 p.m. this Thursday, December 10th.
If you would like more info, just respond to this email, contact me via Facebook, or call me at 618-267-5436.
Please know, we fully realize this is short notice. We apologize for this, but we have just now been able to have all our ducks in a row to make this happen for this weekend. The population we serve - our brothers and sisters on the streets of St. Louis live an unplanned, unscheduled, and unstable existence. We've discovered that sometimes our efforts to meet some of their immediate needs also unfold in the same ways.
GOD'S BLESSINGS TO YOU AND YOURS THIS HOLIDAY SEASON!!! A SINCERE THANK YOU - EACH AND EVERY ONE - FOR YOUR SUPPORT OF THE DIRTY ROOTS REVOLUTION!!!
-Ryan Mifflin
Founder/Director
Dirty Roots Revolution
Homeless Outreach: A Volunteer's Perspective
Saturday was, for me, the best yet. I feel like I'm getting more and more comfortable every week. After talking to Jay when we'd first arrived this week, I made the personal resolution that it would be better to offend someone by saying something ignorant in my conversation with them then insult them by not attempting to talk to them at all and, thus, ignoring them. After that, I had the opportunity to talk with three different people.
- Nacy, 23 from Mississippi who has a 2 year daughter Jeanay who lives with her grandma. She was sitting behind us on the bench with the pink winnie the pooh jacket. I've seen her before, but I can't wait until next week to go back and remember her name and ask about her daughter.
- I also spent a long time speaking with Colleen. I think she was the woman that Jen Manhart said she'd been speaking with. It was a blessing to play with her precious children who were very much just typical kids who happen to not have a home.
- And thirdly was a man who couldn't speak or respond to us. We decided to call him brother, which he nodded to in approval. He had the coolest bible that I've ever had the privilege of holding and reading from; well warn from travel and study, water warped pages and crinkled covers, but you could just tell it was a dearly cherished possession. We read him scripture that he pointed to, several which were about God providing for/protecting the poor, homeless, and rejected. It was so powerful, a conversation a won't ever forget. He was so desperate for someone to just talk with him, and be close to him...
Prophet Antoine, Teaching Me to Pray (Part Two)
Antoine told me he thought of the DRR in the middle of the night one night the week prior. He woke up and prayed for us. I told him, and I meant it, that for all I knew, the DRR may have been in extreme need for prayer for some reason right then. And I’m glad and comforted that Prophet Antoine was there for us and was receptive to whatever calling he was feeling.
As I mentioned in a previous post…Prophet Antoine is just “off” enough to make him quite a character. But he’s not all the way “off”. And in many, many really odd ways, he’s taught me a LOT about prayer and faith.
Here was my lesson on November 28th:
Antoine asked if I’d lift him up in prayer, asking special blessings for his finances and “keeping his house in order”. I did.
And then he prayed. And he immediately and very passionately started praying for the abandoned buildings that you can see from almost any point in the City of St. Louis:
“Father, I look all around and I see these buildings…and I want ‘em, God. We NEED these buildings, Lord. Give ‘em to me, God! WE NEED THESE BUILDINGS! I want ‘em!!!”
To be very honest, I sort of sniggered at first. And then I thought….WHY NOT???
Antoine knows what he needs. He needs a home. He needs a building. He knows that his brothers and sisters that live on the street with him need shelter. And he knows these buildings are empty and vacant. He knows they could be put to a better use.
So, instead of praying like I do…”Dear God, please take care of my homeless friends as you see fit”, Antoine prayed for what he knew he needed: “Lord, I see these buildings – we need them – give them to us!!!”
And I ask WHY NOT?
Is it a bit outlandish? Maybe? But then again…not really.
Prayer is our time in the throne room of God. Enter the throne room boldly. Ask what you need.
Antoine needs shelter. Why not ask for it?
Then he asked me for prayer cloths, anointing oils, and tracts.
I told him that I didn’t know that I would ever have access to those things…but if I ever see them, I’ll get them for him.
And you bet yer bippy I will.
The following week, Prophet Antoine asked my wife for a walkman that he can use to listen to gospel music. That one we can definitely hook him up with.
We prayed together that week, too. He told me when he opened his eyes after, he saw angels. Yeah, he’s a little “off”. But maybe he did see some angels.
Maybe they hang around the park to keep an eye on our homeless brothers and sisters.
A Beautiful Day...
BY RYAN MIFFLIN
During our November 21st Homeless Outreach, one of our homeless brothers named Will – who’s a new grandfather, by the way – told me his buddy Jimmy needed me. We’ve known Jimmy for several weeks. He’s a very lively young man with a great smile and warm attitude.
But as I approached him, it wasn’t the same Jimmy as I knew before.
I pulled Will aside and asked what was up. Jimmy’s mom had died a few nights before and Jimmy was in bad shape. He’d been crying since she died and a little before we showed up, he started talking to his friends about “doing something crazy, so the cops will have to shoot me”.
My wife used to be a substance abuse counselor and worked in crisis situations. I knew that when someone had a plan it was more serious than just when someone said “I’d like to kill myself”.
I didn’t know if Jimmy’s statements constituted a “plan”, but they constituted enough that I wasn’t going to leave him until I had talked to someone who knew way more than me.
We prayed with Jimmy for a while, and I asked some of our college volunteers to hang with him while I found help. I walked with another volunteer to a nearby church that also doubled as a “drop-in center” for homeless folks. They were closed on Saturday, but we found a few people around the building. They were aware of Jimmy’s situation and even though they weren’t open, they heated up some food and sent one of their hospitality volunteers back with me. They took Jimmy in and hung out with him for the day.
I was touched at how supportive Jimmy’s friends were. They came to get us to pray for him. When the volunteer came back, he didn’t want to go, but his buddies encouraged him to. He did go with them.
I’m not sure how the situation ended. I’ve seen Jimmy’s friends briefly on subsequent trips, but I haven’t seen him. Which isn’t really unusual, so I’m not alarmed by it. And I’m sure Will would tell me if anything exceptional had happened, be it good or bad.
What I do know about the situation is that Jimmy’s mom was not homeless. And they didn’t have the best of relationships. No one offered much specific, but I’m inclined to think he lived on the streets by choice and she didn’t approve. Will told me he didn’t think Jimmy was able to make amends with mom before she passed.
There was a lot of talking about Jimmy needing to go home and be with family, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it.
This, again, brings up the extremely complicated issues that accompany homelessness. Yes, some folks are homeless 100% by choice. And no, not all who choose to be homeless are drug addicts or alcoholics or crazy. Only they know why they choose it.
Please keep Jimmy in your prayers.
After we left Jimmy with the hospitality volunteer from church and said our goodbyes to his friends, Alisha (a college volunteer) and I headed back to the library. She, to study and me to find the rest of our group. A homeless man asked Alisha to have lunch with him on the library steps. She agreed. Not comfortable leaving Alisha alone with someone I didn’t know, I asked if I could join.
The man’s name was Mojo. Which is maybe the coolest name ever. And he was white. Which isn’t a big deal, but you gotta admit – a brotha could carry off the name better than a while guy could :-)
So we hung out with Mojo and had lunch. We talked about technology and how it’s making the world smaller. I’m still not sure why, but my conversation with Mojo remains one of my favorite encounters I’ve had on a Homeless Outreach trip.
One thing I do specifically remember is that he asked about the Dirty Roots Revolution. I told him the mission of the organization – to empower individuals with the knowledge that one person CAN make a difference – and that all pooled our resources, talents, time, etc., to make big things happen. He noted that college students were a big part of it. And he said I was “truly a professor and a student of life”.
That’s one of the best compliments anyone has ever given me. And I’m not sharing it to be prideful. I’m sharing it because I feel like it’s a challenge now. now that I’ve heard that phrase, I need to live up to it.
It’s my job as a father, a husband, a Sunday School teacher, a revolution leader, etc., to be a professor of life.
At the same time, it’s also my job to never, ever stop being a student of life, no matter what.
My homeless brothers and sisters generally serve as professors for me in this endeavor and help me continue to learn.
After we said our goodbyes with Mojo (whom I have unfortunately never met again), I encountered one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed with my two eyes.
Lucas Park is on the north side of the library – that’s where we’re not allowed to hand out our care packs, etc., so the residents in the loft apartments don’t have to see homeless folks in groups. They can not, however, legally stop us from gathering in the park and visiting with our friends.
So, that has become custom. Hand out packs on the south side…then head to the north side for visiting.
Since the south side was clear, I figured our group must be in the park.
As I walked around the library, my breath was taken away. I’m not being dramatic – it was actually staggering to me.
Lucas Park is a “depressed section” of land, meaning it’s lower than the sidewalk. So, I was looking down into it.
It was a beautiful, warm day that Saturday and the sun was shining bright.
As I looked into the park, I saw probably 12 different groups of folks. Each group had at least one college student in it. (Our volunteers that day consisted 100% of college students).
Two guys had brought guitars and were playing for one group. One group was standing in a circle, praying, holding hands. One group was reading the Bible. Many groups were just visiting.
I remember consciously thinking to myself, “Stay and watch this. Get a good look. You’re not going to see it again, and this is a BIG deal”. I burned that image into my memory. I don’t ever want to forget what that looked like. It was just that beautiful.
We stayed a long time that day. Eventually, the groups merged into one bigger group and everyone who wanted to listened to music. Some sang. A few even shared songs they’d written – performed for the first time with musical accompaniment. How beautiful do you think it would feel to write a song for your own enjoyment and then teach it to a college student who has a guitar, so you can sing your song with music?
Prophet Antoine
BY RYAN MIFFLIN
Almost as soon as we set up our distribution on Saturday, November 21st, a boisterous and hefty man came right up to me. “Are you the preacher???” he asked.
“Well…I’m not officially a preacher…but I guess I’m probably the one you’re looking for.”
He said we needed to pray.
We held hands and prayed together in the park. He spoke in tongues a little bit and I couldn’t understand a lot of what he said.
But I do remember him talking about a miracle. He was asking for miracles for me and for the Dirty Roots Revolution because, he said, we were “doing God’s work”.
Except the man didn’t ask for a miracle, he “claimed a miracle”.
I found out the man’s name was Prophet Antoine. You gotta love a guy who refers to himself personally as a prophet. And it wasn’t just an adjective, it was part of his name! Prophet Antoine. He’s fond of saying “I’m a minister and a prophet!”
And he is. Because over the last few weeks, he’s taught me a lot. A lot about God and a lot about prayer.
I suppose, in the interest of full disclosure, I should add that Antoine is more than a little unstable. Not “scary” unstable, just a little….”off”.
BUT…
When Prophet Antoine prayed for me that first time, he didn’t ask God for a miracle, he claimed one. It was almost like the miracle had already happened and Antoine wanted to make sure the DRR got in on some of it.
Or, maybe it was as though he EXPECTED a miracle. Why bother asking God for a miracle, when you can tell Him you expect one for people doing His work?
I’ve not been that bold in my prayer, but we are instructed to be bold, right? Maybe Antoine’s onto something…
He asked me to keep him in my prayers and I promised to. I told him to pray for the DRR whenever he thought of us. He said he would.
What a Beautiful Thought
BY RYAN MIFFLIN
One of the biggest blessings I received on the November 14th Homeless Outreach was a reunion with Dewayne. Dewayne is an incredibly happy, youthful middle aged man who asked me a great deal of Biblical questions on Halloween. He asked deep questions about living as a Christian and shining Jesus.
This time when I met him, he immediately asked me if Jesus was hated and eventually killed for things like performing miracles, how come no one came after the people who received the miracles. He asked specifically about Lazarus. If that was one of the reasons people were nervous about Jesus, why didn’t they come after Lazarus, too?
I told him that in many cases people who witnessed miracles and maybe even those who received them WERE persecuted, stoned, and even killed. They were the martyrs.
He also asked why Jesus put so much emphasis on how hard it was for rich people to get to Heaven. We talked about the “easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to get into heaven” passage and the rich young ruler whom Jesus instructed to sell all of his possessions and give the money to the poor.
I told Dewayne that it could be tough, if you think you have all of your needs met, to feel the need to lean on God and rely on Him. This was a very odd conversation, because my two-year-old daughter was on the trip. She was running and I had to run after her every so often.
So, I’d talk to Dewayne a bit…then chase Kate.
“Being rich isn’t bad in and of itself.”
RUN
“When you have a lot, many times you want more”
RUN
“If you think you have what you need, what would you need God for”
RUN
“That’s part of what’s so beautiful about the entire God/Jesus story…”
RUN
“It’s all upside down…”
RUN
“Jesus was born to a poor family…who weren’t married yet…”
RUN
“…who came from a town no one thought highly of…to a poor carpenter…”
RUN
“The angels shared the good news with the shepherds first”
RUN
“If we wrote the story…we’d have the angels go to the media or well-known celebrities, so people would believe it…”
RUN
“People hated shepherds…they were poor and dirty…they were thought to have questionable character and weren’t allowed to give testimony in court…”
RUN
“And these are the people God chose first…then Jesus hung out with all kinds of ‘questionable’ characters…”
I was talking in circles and in bits and pieces. It was out of order and disjointed. I didn’t think it made any sense. I felt horrible, because I really wanted to talk to Dewayne about this. But I also didn’t want my kid to get hit by a car! :-)
One of the final times I returned to our conversation, you could almost literally see a light bulb go off over Dewayne’s head. His eyes got really big and he said one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard:
“So…wait…it’s like…If Jesus were to come back now…he’d maybe COME TO US because WE are the ones who need to hear good news! We need that! We’d believe Him!”
Can you picture for a moment how incredible that realization must have been? I saw it happen to him, so I have a pretty good idea. But I don’t know what it felt like inside his heart.
Dewayne is a recovering alcoholic and/or drug addict. He’s poor. He’s homeless.
And on Saturday, November 14th, he realized that if Jesus Christ walked the earth today, he would make his presence known to someone like Dewayne.
Because the rest of the world would probably not believe Him and the rest of the world would think they don’t need Him and the rest of the world would just keep doing it’s thing.
But folks like Dewayne – broken, poor, hungry, cold, homeless, down and out folks of “questionable character” – need Him. And they would believe Him.
What a beautiful thought.
And then a tougher-to-swallow thought comes next…
Aren’t WE – me and you – the “rest of the world”?
Ever wonder how you’d respond if some (as Kris Kristofferson said) “riddle-speakin’ prophet” showed up, claiming to be the true Son of God?
I’m pretty sure how Dewayne would respond. And Bill. And Antoine. And Jimmy. And Charles. And Bubbles. And Memphis. And Colleen. And Marie.
I’m not so sure about me, though.
My Friend Wayne
A few weeks prior to this trip – on our Halloween excursion – I met a man who very sheepishly asked for a food pack and a coat. We didn’t have a coat in his size, unfortunately. Before he left, he asked if he could have a couple of Tootsie Rolls from our candy bowl. We gladly obliged. I even commented in my blog that night that it must have been a nice blessing, something as simple and tasty as a Tootsie Roll.
I didn’t realize how much of a little blessing it might have been…
On November 14th, I met the man again. He asked if we had a coat. I thought we did, but it turns out another volunteer had just given the last big men’s coat away. I gave him some extra care packs, though.
I learned the man’s name was Wayne. I learned he’d been released from prison the day before Halloween. He was originally from St. Louis, but had no family at all and nowhere to go. He’d been in jail for a little over 20 years. He’d secured a room in the Salvation Army Harbor Light Shelter and said he liked it pretty well there.
I didn’t talk to Wayne long, but I enjoyed my visit with him. A lot.
Wayne told me that when he was younger, he’d tried to make some fast money. He traveled to Texas and picked up a kilo of cocaine to bring back to St. Louis and sell. He stopped in East St. Louis and got involved in some kind of tussle. He was shot. He shot someone else. And that someone else died. Wayne was sentenced to forty years in prison. He did half of that sentence and was paroled.
Wayne told me that there wasn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t regret what he did. That’s a phrase you hear a lot of ex-cons say. But I looked this man in the face and I believe with my whole heart that he meant it. He said he was just a dumb kid that made a dumb mistake. And I believe that, too. I often wonder why we can’t be born old and get younger as we go. We need that wisdom that comes with age in the beginning. Seems like we’d progressively enjoy life more if we could be old first, then get young. Instead of dying, we’d just go back to being a helpless infant. Maybe if he’d been old first, Wayne might have missed this error in his life if he’d been old first.
Wayne told me he talked to God every day and that he’s trying to give his sin to Him. I reminded him that the Bible says if we just confess it and let go of it that God doesn’t even remember it.
We had a really nice talk. Wayne was a very, very respectful and nice man and I enjoyed meeting him. I haven’t seen him since that day. I sincerely hope he’s been able to catch some kind of break. Too many guys in his situation either fall back into old habits or feel forced to do something drastic to make some kind of lucky break for themselves. it doesn’t’ usually end well.
I think of Wayne often.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Interesting Lessons Learned: Nov. 7th
Well, here it is…another month past…another four Homeless Outreach trips under our belt. I must get better at posting weekly blog entries, after each Homeless Outreach trip.
As I work toward that…here’s the first of several blog posts regarding our November trips, for you to enjoy:
This was an absolutely beautiful day. As I offered our usual weekly prayer for the trip, I even said the words, “Father, beautiful days like this always make for amazing Homeless Outreach trips, and we pray for one of those today”. As the words were coming out of my mouth, my brain told me it wasn’t going to happen. I just knew it. It wasn’t any kind of Murphy’s Law expectation…I just realized it wasn’t my place to ask God for an amazing Homeless Outreach day. It was my place to ask Him to be with us, guide us, work through us, and to pray that He be glorified in what we did.
So we headed to St. Louis. And encountered the set-up for the city-wide Veteran’s Day celebration. The downtown area was packed. With spectators, soldiers, military vehicles, etc. We made it to 14th Street and had just two blocks to go to our usual destination when a squad of about 400 troops marched out in front of us in formation. They weren’t moving. We couldn’t turn left because it was a one-way street. We couldn’t turn right because the road was barricaded. A soldier finally moved the barricades to let us through. We weaved through the tanks, jeeps, and whatnot, and received glares from other soldiers who weren’t aware why we were cutting through their area. They let us proceed and we found our usual parking spots blocked. We finally parked – three blocks away from our usual distribution point. Not a big deal, except for the fact that we had several cars full of coats and blankets that no one felt like lugging three blocks.
We walked the care packs over to our usual spot and handed them out. We asked our homeless brothers and sisters to accompany us to the cars after the distribution if they were interested in coats and blankets. We caused many traffic jams in the parking lot, which in turn caused a few irate drivers.
The Veteran’s Day parade was indeed beautiful and festive. And it went on forever. My mind kept returning to my homeless friend Pops. Pops (real name John) is an Army veteran. He retired in the early nineties after over twenty years of service. And is now homeless.
I know this is awful, and I don’t say it to push buttons. But, as that Veteran’s Day parade went by that Saturday, I kept wondering to myself if they had a section in it for homeless vets. I’m sure they didn’t. But, there sure are a lot of homeless men and women who served their country bravely for several years.
I didn’t see Pops this day. But the next week I learned that, just as I expected, he was dutifully perched on a street corner, enjoying the Veteran’s Day parade. I’ll bet he saluted when the flag went by, too. All those old-school guys do that. I love it.
Days that big events are held downtown are usually “off” days for the Homeless Outreach. Most of the homeless folks head toward the crowds to panhandle (which I don’t blame them at all for) and we don’t encounter many of them.
The whole day was off kilter, save for one encounter.
During our care pack distribution we met Lisa. As she walked up, I could tell that she was homeless and I could tell it was new. She had nice glasses. Like “Sarah Palin nice” glasses. She was very attractive and didn’t carry herself like the rest of the folks we met with on a regular basis.
I visited with her a bit and gave her one of our car packs. It was toiletry week. She was very appreciative. We spoke a little and her eyes welled up with tears several times. Whatever her experience had been, I could tell it was still raw.
This week was the start of our new Homeless Outreach schedule. We hand out our care packs on the south side of the public library and once they’re all gone, we now go over to Lucas Park on the north side of the library. Originally, we did the distribution in Lucas Park, but the tenants of the loft apartments around the park call the cops on us for attracting homeless folks.
So, at the request of city officials – who knew they couldn’t legally do anything about what we were doing – we moved the distribution to the south side of the library.
At any rate, as we went over to Lucas Park to visit with our homeless friends, we met up with Lisa and her friend Keyana. Keyana was about 8 months pregnant and we found out she’d secured a spot in a shelter for homeless pregnant women. We lovingly told her we hoped we didn’t see her the next week. And, praise God, we haven’t!
We all sat around, visiting with Lisa for a few hours. We learned that she was in fact newly homeless. We learned that prior to being homeless she was in outside sales for a paint company, selling paint to places like Home Depot and Lowes. We learned that less than a year ago she was making a six-figure salary and had a home beside the ocean.
We didn’t ask her what had led to her current situation. But it served as a reminder not to judge homeless folks based on what you THINK about them. They’re not all uneducated. They’re not all drug addicts or crazy. They’re not all lazy. Some are. But, lots of folks who have nice homes are uneducated, drug addicts, crazy, and/or lazy, too.
How far are you from being homeless? I’m probably a couple of house payments away from it. We’re a single income family with no savings account. We make it – but we just make it. Take my paycheck away and who knows what could happen. Now, in our case, my wife and I both have families and friends that we know we could count on to help us out. Lisa, for whatever reason, just didn’t have the same opportunities.
Lisa contacts us via email every so often. She moved to the northern part of the city, where she thought she could find more job opportunities. Yes, homeless folks have email. They use the internet at the public libraries throughout the city. Sometimes to keep in contact with people, but most often to look for jobs. And yes, they have cell phones, too. They save up money they acquire and purchase TracPhones and pre-paid calling cards from gas stations. Again, to help them with job situations, etc.
Homeless folks are NOT all lazy, uneducated, crazy, or drug addicted. Many of them are quite hard working. In fact, many of them have full time jobs. But they don’t make enough money to make ends meet. And it is NOT always just a matter of money mismanagement. They simply do not make enough.
This was one of the lessons learned on Saturday, November 7th.
The other lesson was not to selfishly pray for beautiful, awesome days. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. But sometimes…maybe God wants to bless you with a completely lopsided, off-kilter day that teaches you all kinds of lessons.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Our First Homeless Outreach Experience
PARKER:
Wow! What a day.
I don't know if we helped anyone. We feel a little bit helpless. We don't know if we made anyones day, but they did make our day. We stepped outside of our box. We saw homeless people as human beings. Carl, Jeff, Lon (The Irishman), Todd, Jay, John. They all have their own stories. They are all different people. Not just people that we have seen outside our car window passing by.
JEN:
We met some who were not really willing to open up. I spent a good part of the day at the park with a woman with three children. I am embarrassed to say I never asked her name. I felt like an outsider and didn't want to pry. I know her oldest, 4, has Autism, she has a 2 year old daugher, just like myself, and a 9 month old daughter who needs size 5 diapers. We both sat and watched our children play on the playground like all moms do, yet we are so different. I watched as she tried to organize the old diaper bag that had been sitting in a closet at my house for years now. (The gloves, hats, food bags, and the sunglasses that I had been missing for several years too! LOL) I am blessed with a home, diapers for my own children, food in our fridge. She on the other hand, also a mother of 3 children, has no home, no diapers for her baby, no food in a refrigerator. I watched as she still did her best to parent her children as they played with my oldest child. We did relate to how hard it is to be a mom of 3 young children. We shared a moment of laughter at having 2 year old daughters and what it is like dealing with those terrible twos. We can relate on these matters, we are moms, we share this bond. But, I cannot relate to what it is like to live on the street. Our conversation haulted after that. So we just sat and watched our kids play. Two moms at the park. The same, yet so very different. Did I help her today? No. But she sure helped me. I came home and loved on my children like I did the first day I set my eyes on them. Thank you God for allowing me to be able to provide for my childrens needs. Help me to be thankful for the blessing you surround me with daily. Don't let me be content in my everyday life. Help me step out of my box more. Help me to teach my children to do the same. Be with this mother and her 3 beautiful children. Let them know that we are not different, for we are ALL Your children. This makes us the same. This is my prayer.
God Bless you for your great gift. Loving people! What a great revolution!
-The Manhart Family
Oh, and what did our 7 year old son learn from this day. Well, it was just a great day at the park. He is a child, and in his eyes, he was just with everyday people. Quote, "Mom, when do we get to go back and hang out with everybody again?"
This I love.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Happy Halloween, indeed...
It’s been a long, long while since I’ve written about our Homeless Outreach trips. They’ve been happening, to be sure. We continue to have new volunteers join us. We continue to meet new folks.
But, as wrong as it seems to say, nothing “remarkable” stands out to me over the last several trips. They’ve been good. I just haven’t felt like “writing home” about them.
Until Halloween.
Our plan was to invite families to come on the Homeless Outreach trip on October 31st – the whole family in costume. A local store, Buchheit’s, had conducted a coat drive for us, which had great results. We had the coats to hand out, along with socks, underwear, T-shirts, hats, gloves, scarves, etc. Some of our volunteers also provided soda and hot chocolate and coffee.
We had planned to lead the kids in a “Halloween Parade” through the neighborhood where we do the Homeless Outreach, once the goodies had all been handed out. The kids would hand out “trick or treat” candy packs to the homeless folks. We knew they’d get a kick out of seeing the kids in costume!
We didn’t have a large number of kids, so we didn’t do the parade, but we did everything else. And we handed out the candy with the other stuff. And our homeless brothers and sisters were VERY grateful.
One man was so grateful for his new jacket that he insisted on sitting near us, waiting until we were finished, so he could help us pack up before we left. He wanted to do something for us in return for his new coat.
Another man asked if he could have two extra pair of underwear. He had 35 cents he could offer us. We told him to keep the money and the two extra pair.
A third man came up and offered us $1 to “take back to our church”. Without sounding judgmental, I’ll say that you learn to spot the “stages” of homelessness. After being there a while, I’ve learned to see who’s been homeless for a short time vs. a long time. Who knows how to take care of themselves vs. the truly impoverished. The man who offered us a dollar was extremely poor. I guarantee that dollar was everything he owned in the world. All of his possessions, outside of the clothes on his back.
And he wanted us to take it back to our church.
My wife told him that we were there to bless him that day. We appreciated his gesture, but he could keep his dollar for a future need. And he gladly accepted the items we offered him.
Another man arrived too late to get himself a coat, the men’s coats went quickly. He did get one for his wife, though. And a couple of stocking caps and other necessities. Afterward, he asked if we had any soda left. We didn’t. And he turned down a “trick or treat” goodie pack. However, he spotted a bowl of Tootsie Rolls and asked sheepishly if he could have a few of them for himself and his wife. I gave him a big ol’ handful.
And I realized what a treat a Tootsie Roll must be. Such a small thing. Such a big deal.
We met a man named John who was celebrating his 60th birthday that day. I asked if we could sing to him and he said YES with a huge smile on his face. We all sang loud – volunteers and homeless folks all together – and he beamed. I have no way of knowing the last time someone sang him Happy Birthday, but judging by the look on his face, it had been a while and it meant a lot.
We met another man named John, who I’ve seen before, but haven’t had a chance to really talk with. John stays with his brother sometimes, but is homeless otherwise. After January first he’s going to have to move out of his brother’s home (he didn’t explain why) and find something on his own. John retired from the United States Army in 1993, after over 20 years of service. He’s one of many veterans who lives on the streets of the country they served.
John enjoys drawing and has some talent at it. After talking with my wife and Bobbi, another of our volunteers, he took a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket and told Bobbi he wanted her to have it. It was an original drawing he’d done while sitting in the library to keep warm. It was a large cross with the words of John 3:16 inside it, with a few other doodles around the outside. Bobbi treasures this piece of original art already. The first chance we get, we’ll scan it and post it on our Facebook page.
I prayed with John and several of our volunteers all together. I talked with him a long time and he took some pictures with me and my daughter. The homeless folks enjoyed meeting the children. They also enjoyed meeting family members of those of us they’ve gotten to know over time. It was an incredible feeling introducing our friends to our family. (Even if my buddy Bill did think that my wife was my daughter…)
The Dirty Roots Revolution is a Christian effort, led by Christians. Most of our volunteers are people of faith, but we’re always very careful to state that we will never exclude anyone based on differences in faith, beliefs, lifestyles, etc.
Having said that, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the role that evangelism should play in our efforts. We intentionally didn’t hit the streets at the very beginning, preaching the Gospel. We felt it was important to build relationships first. However, now that we’ve been doing that, I’ve begun to wonder how we pursue “spreading the Good News”. I decided to let it play out and let God unveil it as He wants it to happen – that’s gotten us this far!
On Halloween a man named Dewayne asked if he could speak with me. He began by asking a lot of questions about faith and works. Now, several homeless men have attempted to trip us up with that question. Some of them seem a bit bitter, and they ask things like “Do you think you’re going to Heaven just because you hand out these care packs?” I didn’t know Dewayne’s motivation and I didn’t know where he was headed. But it soon dawned on me that he was quite literally asking me how one should live out their faith.
He also asked about what he called “character defects”…like drug and alcohol addiction. He wondered how God could help someone with those kinds of things.
Through the course of our conversation, I learned that Dewayne was in a program for homeless folks to get clean from their addictions. He had been clean and sober for three weeks. And he was seeking God with every fiber of his being.
Later during our visit we met a man named Sam. Sam showed up late after almost everything was gone. He asked if we had food and it just so happened a volunteer had one of their own care packs in their car, which had some snacks in it. He asked specifically if we had a razor. We didn’t bring any – but one of our volunteers who travels a lot happened to have a few in his glove box. Sam told us he really appreciated the razor because he had to “keep lookin’ like somebody out here”. Like the Tootsie Rolls, what a difference a small thing like a razor can make. A disposable razor that we think nothing of meant the difference between feeling “like somebody” and not. Small thing. Big deal.
Sam quickly opened up to a few of us about his life and his family situation. During our conversation he said he knew he needed to “get saved”. I told him he could do that anytime. He’s getting close, you can tell, but he’s not there yet. I pray that I get to meet Sam again, SOON, on another trip. I told him he could pray to God anytime he wanted to. We prayed with Sam before we left.
All week I’ve been pondering how we should share God with these folks. And in one day, two men came right up and asked profound questions about relationships with God. If you are a person of faith, please keep Dewayne and Sam in your prayers. Please lift them up ,that God would move in their hearts and that they would be impacted as God sees fit!
I’d also ask for prayer for a couple of our other friends…O’Lester and Memphis. O’Lester is dear to several of us. He’s a “lifer” whose been on the streets for a long, long time. He’s quite the character. He’s a little old man who reminds me of what I think Bible prophets must have looked like. He’s funny and he has a lot of stories. But more than that, O’Lester is wise and he loves God with all his heart. The last time I saw him he looked very, very weary. He is elderly. DRR board member Chris found out last week that O’Lester was taken to the hospital in an ambulance a little over a week ago. We haven’t been able to find out which hospital and no one has heard anything about him since he was taken in.
Memphis is a special friend to Chris. He was diagnosed a while back with rectal cancer, which causes several physical complications for him. The best we can figure, homeless folks are able to be diagnosed in the hospital and receive the necessary on-site treatment they need right then, but follow-up treatment goes by the wayside. Chris put a special pack together for Memphis, with some of the things he’d need to meet his specific needs. But we didn’t see Memphis. Chris spent a lot of time walking to various places where other homeless folks said they’d seen Memphis, but with no luck.
Please pray for both O’Lester and Memphis.
And pray for our DRR volunteers. Each of us warms up to various homeless folks for various reasons. And after several months of weekly visits, we’re building real relationships with them. It’s been a beautiful thing to see happen. However, the more we get to know and love them, the harder it is to see these situations (health issues, etc.). I’d ask for prayer for all of us who go to St. Louis on a regular basis that we’d continue to be strong, patient, wise, etc. as we get to know folks deeper, and as we meet new folks. That we’d know how to interact with each individual we meet. That we’d be sensitive to the Spirit’s leading when it comes to the Gospel. And that we’d be able to stay “up” in light of situations like the ones I described with O’Lester and Memphis.
If you’d like to join us on one of our weekly Homeless Outreach trips, you’re certainly welcome. We meet at the side entrance of the Greenville First Christian Church’s Children’s Wing at 10 a.m. every Saturday. There is no limit to how many can go on any given week. Bring a friend or bring your family.
For details, contact us at info@dirtyrootsrevolution.com.
Friday, October 23, 2009
A Revolution for the Young, Too: Imagine...
One of my favorite things about the Dirty Roots Revolution is how it has managed to bring together such a wide variety of people. Of course, that IS one of the main points of the whole thing :-)
People are energized when they feel called to come together and work together on things. We have people from different backgrounds. Different denominations (and non-believers). Different races. Different economic situations. Different hometowns. Different skills. Different interests. People with different motivators for being involved. Etc.
One of my favorite “differences” is in age. EVERYONE can be involved in the Dirty Roots Revolution.
Little kids join us on care pack building day and they draw and color note cards to put in the care packs, which are delivered to the homeless. The kids love doing that! They feel involved. Because they ARE involved. And that’s not a “let’s find something for the kids to keep busy with so they feel like they’re helping” kind of involved. Those cards are important. Even the most hardened, streetwise, weary, and grizzled homeless person softens and smiles when they look at those sloppy cards, obviously drawn by a child with a genuine desire to be involved, help out, and do good.
College students are involved. They don’t have money. Some don’t have a car. They don’t have resources. BUT – they are equipped with what I feel is one of the very most important things on the entire planet - the desire to (and belief that they can) change the world! The college students are the bulk of our Saturday morning Homeless Outreach “army”. They may not be able to “give”, but they can “go”. And they’re not afraid to get their hands dirty.
We have young families who go on the Homeless Outreach trips. Sometimes it’s just husbands and wives. We’re planning a Halloween event, where kids are invited to participate in a costume parade for the homeless to enjoy.
The elderly often support us financially. Many are not able to go to St. Louis, but they often have funds, which enable us to do what we do.
One retired teacher tells us she can’t do much financially and isn’t able to go to St. Louis, but she likes to sew. So she crochets warm hats all year long and we deliver them to the homeless when it gets cold.
She also gives her cooking talents and her time in helping with meals we’ve held. Other ladies take the day off work to prepare and help with these same meals.
Everyone has something to give. And it all matters.
One of the coolest things about having little kids involved is to see how this impacts them.
The first time we saw it happen was after I shared the Dirty Roots message for the first time, from the pulpit, at the First Christian Church. This was part of what initiated the whole movement. I talked a lot about the R-word: “Revolution”.
The college students I work with told me that throughout the next week, the kids they worked with at church and in small groups, asked a lot about what I meant by Revolution. What was one? What did it mean? How could we do one? Why do we need to?
Several months later, the DRR had incorporated as a non-profit organization and was doing weekly Homeless Outreach trips. We had met and befriended the family of a beautiful three-year old girl named Bubbles. Everyone’s heart was captured by her story. We told everyone we could. They melted.
One day, Chris, one of our board members who works at a local church day care, said that the mother of one of his day care kids told him that her daughter was continually talking about Bubbles. “Who is Bubbles? We’ve been continually praying for Bubbles!” As I understand it, this wasn’t necessarily a “praying family”. But they were praying for Bubbles, because their daughter insisted.
Chris filled the mom in on who Bubbles was and then investigated the situation. He found out that one of the day care classes at the church had a picture of Bubbles taped above their classroom sink. And the kids and teachers prayed for her every single day.
The teacher started it. The kids took it home. Who knows where it’s gone since then?
The other day I got a note from a mom who has been involved in our Homeless Outreach care pack build days. Her son had to write sentences using his spelling words. Here’s what he wrote:
Some people are HOMELESS. That means they have no HOME. You should give them CHANCES and be CAREFUL. They very RARELY have money. They are LIKELY to want some. They are HOPEFUL. Please give them PRICELESS gifts. Some are LONELY. They are LOVELY.
Mom said she was really proud :-)
And I, for one, am really encouraged.
I’m encouraged to see a mix of people – and a mix of ages – in all things connected to the Dirty Roots Revolution.
I’m encouraged that the older folks who have wisdom and experience are on board with this “crazy” scheme to change the world.
I’m encouraged that young people are being taught that changing the world isn’t crazy. It is possible. It is something that should be encouraged. It is something they can do!
It’s something WE can do. Together.
Imagine what could happen if we raise up a generation of children who want to make a difference and believe it’s possible. Imagine what could happen if they are equipped with that from the beginning and have that belief set already in place when they’re college age and the “change the world” mindset, which most college students and young adults have, kicks in. Imagine what could happen if they don’t lose that as “real life” sets in.
Imagine what could happen if those of us who caught onto this later in life enable these young dreamers to continue being crazy enough to care and crazy enough to try. Imagine what could happen if a whole generation goes their entire life, secure in the knowledge (and I say knowledge because it’s not a belief…beliefs can be wrong…knowledge is truth) that this is the way it SHOULD be. The way it CAN be. The way it WILL be.
Imagine what could happen.
Bring the HUMANITY Back
Chris, one of our board members, and I have been talking a lot lately about the homeless people we serve “not feeling human”.
This morning I spoke at the conclusion of Greenville College’s “Shak-A-Thon”, which is an event where students go “homeless” for about 36 hours, fasting along the way. This was a cold, wet two-day period for these kids to do this. Some ducked into basements to sleep somewhere dry – some toughed it out.
As we wrapped up the event, we asked them to share their experiences.
Students were encouraged to panhandle for donations, which would be used to benefit the Dirty Roots Revolution.
A group of students went to IGA to ask for money by the door. Their spokesman was impacted by peoples’ facial expressions and body language as they approached the door, knowing these “beggars” were going to ask for money.
One young man talked about how people walked a wide path around him to avoid walking near him as he sat on Scott field. These were people who knew him from class! They knew he wasn’t truly homeless. But his appearance and very presence made them feel uncomfortable.
I told them this is how our homeless friends in St. Louis feel every single day. When the GC students were sad and downhearted at these experiences, they knew that within hours, they’d go back to their warm dorm, shower, computer, and food. Our homeless friends stay where they are. They have those experiences every day.
And as sad as ONE experience made the GC students feel – multiply the number of experiences by infinity and you’ll have infinite more sadness, felt by the victim.
I say victims because they are. Victims of facial expressions and body language. Victims of people walking across the street to avoid them. The dictionary defines victim as “a person who suffers from a destructive or injurious action or agency”. These destructive behaviors – scowling, ignoring, avoiding – are voluntarily done by us TO the homeless people in question. They may make bad decisions. They may do things you don’t agree with. But, in this case, they ARE victims.
Jesus never put anyone through a “destructive or injurious action”. Even if they were doing bad things.
My original point, though, is that these experiences – when felt innumerable times – “de-humanize” people. As Chris and I have been saying lately: They don’t feel human anymore.
One of my great heroes, the punk rock prophet Joe Strummer, has a great quote that speaks to this:
“People can change anything they want to. And that means everything in the world. People are running about following their little tracks – I am one of them. But we’ve all got to stop following our own little mouse trail. People can do anything. This is something that I’m beginning to learn. People are out there doing bad things to each other. It’s because they’re being dehumanized. It’s time to take the humanity back into the center of the ring and follow that for a time. Greed ain’t going anywhere. They should have that in a big billboard across Times Square. Without people you’re nothing.”
People are doing bad things to each other because they’re being dehumanized.
Twice in the last three weeks I’ve seen news stories about women who were attacked – one was an elderly lady who was car jacked, the other a middle aged woman who was working at a check-cashing store and was robbed. They cried and prayed. And their softness impacted their would-be assailants. They talked with these men who were threatening them. They prayed. In one case the man thanked the little old lady and kissed her cheek before walking away. In the other case, the man emptied the bullets from his gun and left them with the lady. He took $20 but later turned himself in.
Those ladies HUMANIZED those men. The men were desperate. They had nowhere to turn and no one to turn to. No one to talk to. No one to make them feel human. To tell them that they have value.
Every life has value. Every single one. Homeless people and rich people. Teetotalers and drunks. Robbers and victims. Highly-educated people and those without education. Every life matters.
We are not called to judge – we are called to love. To show Christ.
To humanize people.
If we do what Joe Strummer suggests…”bring the humanity back to the center of the ring”, I think things will happen.
We’ll see the importance of these situations. We’ll have faces to go with “issues”. And that will motivate us.
Americans are good at responding to crises. Katrina. The tsunami. 9-11. We responded right away. And in force. With money. With supplies. Prayers. Volunteer time. Work. Missions trips.
Yet people are hungry, homeless, uneducated. Those aren’t “crises”. Well, they are, but they don’t get immediate and huge attention. We hear about them continually, but we get used to it. Katrina was immediate. The need was immediate. The end was in sight. “If we get them some money, food, and shelter, they’ll be OK. It won’t take forever.”
There is no end in sight for homelessness and poverty and hunger. We’re discouraged from throwing all of our resources and effort into that situation. We don’t know how long it’ll last.
Come with us on Saturday and meet Brad, a beautiful three-year old homeless boy with developmental issues and one of the most amazing smiles on the planet….Then I’ll bet it’s a crisis for you.
It changes you.
There’s a crisis going on. There are a lot of them, actually.
But there are a lot of us, too. Lots of people claim the name “Christian”.
Still more claim to want the world to be a better place.
We can all make an impact. We can all make a difference. I don’t believe God, in His infinite wisdom, put a certain number of us down here and then made sure that the troubles outnumbered and outweighed us.
Maybe if we each just did what we could. Used what resources we had. Took advantage of each unique opportunity that presents itself to us. Maybe then, we’d cover it all.
Maybe.
I dunno.
But I do know, without a single doubt, that everything you do matters. Every single, tiny, insignificant thing. Every big thing, too. (But there are more little ones than big)
And I know every single life matters. Every. One.
Let’s make a difference.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
By Ryan Mifflin
In the words of the revolutionary new band the Flobots, “There is a war going on for your mind”.
Don’t believe me? That’s because “they” don’t want you to believe me.
In our quest to change the world for the better, the creators of the Dirty Roots Revolution have intentionally set out to combat the all-too-prevalent concept that one person can’t actually make a difference.
Why do people think this? This is not the line of thinking that affected massive social and cultural changes in the 1960s. For all of its faults, that revolution did at least believe that what they were doing was going to make a difference.
I’m of the opinion that people don’t believe they can make a difference because they’ve allowed the powers-that-be to make them feel that way. “They” want you to feel like the problems of the world are too big. They want you to think that your efforts to change things won’t matter in the long run.
Because once you start thinking that way, you stop focusing on “them”. “They” are the powers that be. “They” are the government. I’m not a conspiracy theorist…well, not exactly, anyway. But I do believe that our government generally has its own best interests at heart. “They” are the large corporations. They need you to need what they’re trying to sell you.
What would happen if you quit listening to “them” and set out to make a difference?
What if you put all of your passion into loving on your homeless brothers and sisters living on the streets of your town? The government might not want you to do that because it would require admitting that there is a problem. And that means they’ve failed. And if you make the streets a better place, what ills would they work so diligently to rid the streets of? Never mind the fact that those efforts never end.
What would happen if you changed your priorities and put more of your time, effort, and resources, into your new outreach to the homeless? You might realize that you don’t need that flat-screen, high-definition, plasma-screen TV after all. And where would that leave Sony?
You might realize that you didn’t need most of the gadgets that you’ve enslaved yourself with. And where does that leave the widget makers?
I believe that it is in the best interests of the powers that be – all of the over-inflated, already-too-rich forces of our world – for you to continue thinking that you can’t make a difference. The problems of the world are just too big. So when you see things that bother you. Things that you know are wrong. Big things like homelessness, starvation, AIDS, children dying from lack of clean water. Local things like loneliness, heartache, despair, poverty. Things that you know deep down inside could be fixed…you don’t think anything YOU could do would matter anyway. So, you turn on that big screen TV, bury yourself in unnecessary junk, and root for the politician that says just the right things you want to hear.
There IS a war going on for your mind. If there isn’t, then why is everyone trying so hard to win your mind? Politicians need you to believe them. Companies need you to think that you need them. Everyone needs something from you. But your efforts don’t count? You say you’re just one person…but the powers that be are sure fighting for the attention of that one person.
EVERY life has value. Every life matters. Every effort counts and every small contribution makes a difference. I believe that if EVERYone could embrace this truth, all of the small contributions that we are all capable of making would add up together to a very large positive impact in our world.
John F. Kennedy said, “One person can make a difference. And everyone should try.”
You don’t need that fancy TV. You don’t need most of what you have. You want to see a power shift in our country? Away from greed and corruption? Against the mentality of bigger, better, faster, more? And toward the good things that every human being deserves? That’s one way to get there. Open your eyes to what is important. Realize that “they” want you to think the way they think. Your life DOES have value. What you do does matter.
We can make a difference in this world. But first, we have to wake up to the fact that we CAN. We must realize that there IS a war going on for our minds.
And when we realize that everyone wants to win our minds…when we realize the lengths and costs they’re going to just to win the mind of little old me…you’ll realize that makes us very dangerous people.
Dangerous because we matter. Dangerous because THEY need US – and not the other way around. Let’s make them think like us, not the other way around. Once we all realize our value, and act in a fashion that shows we realize our individual value, they will listen. And they will do whatever is necessary to keep in our good graces.
That is how our elected officials are supposed to think. They are supposed to represent us, not the other way around.
As I always say…I’m not advocating any kind of a violent uprising. But I am calling for a complete overhaul of the way you think. We must say “enough’s enough”. Once we exercise THAT kind of revolution, a change will come…
Friday, September 18, 2009
Some D.R.R. Wisdom Imparted On Us By Kinky Friedman
Whether you agree with him or not - and most of us do a bit of both - Kinky has some good ideas and is definitely a uniquely wise person.
Ryan told him about the DRR and what it's all about. Kinky offered the following wisdom:
“Oh, that’s great…That’s exactly wonderful, and that’s what I think Jesus intended. He didn’t really care who won the football game so much, you know, He just wanted people to help other people. And you will find – I’m sure it’s true in Illinois, because it is in Texas – that the people who are really helping the other people are the ones that the state is not helping at all. So if the state offers you some kind of sweetheart deal, Ryan, or they’re offering you some kind of special advantage or they’re really standing by you, you know you’re a bad guy…Remember what Thomas Paine said on his deathbed: ‘The world is my country, to do good is my religion’. That’s a very good religion and revolutions aren’t free, folks.”
And we felt EVEN BETTER about the cops swooping in last month. They also did a really slow drive-by this past Saturday, eying us suspiciously...guess we're on the right track.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Concern Yourself With What You Have Dominion Over
By Ryan Mifflin
All week long I’ve been thinking about something a homeless man told me last Saturday (September 12th) on our weekly Homeless Outreach trip to St. Louis.
My friend’s name is “Old School”. He’s 54. Of all the times I’ve visited with him, he never accepts a care pack. He always says he has what he needs in regards to food and toiletries. The first time I met him he said he didn’t need a pack, but asked if we had any work that he could do for us.
On this visit, Old School thanked us for coming to visit him and his peers each week and commented on how much of a difference it can make to just brighten someone’s day. He said such a visit might just be the spark of hope that enables someone to get back on their feet.
I told him that was our goal. And I told him that we understood that we’d never end homelessness, but we just wanted to give someone a brighter day.
His response to my comment about not being able to end homelessness was, “You don’t have dominion over that”.
That seemed like an obvious enough statement and I didn’t give it much more thought. But that line has echoed in my head all week, over and over. “You don’t have dominion over that”.
Wednesday, my wife and fellow Dirty Roots Revolution board member, Amber, and I spent the day at the Greenville College opportunities fair. Among other services, we were there to promote the DRR and what we’re all about.
It had been a while since I had gotten the chance to visit with folks who were unfamiliar with our organization. And, more importantly, it had been a while since I’d had the opportunity to truly talk about our mission and vision.
Above all, the Dirty Roots Revolution exists to empower people with the knowledge that THEY CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. That the small things you do MATTER. Maybe we can’t change the whole world; but we can definitely change it for one person, one moment at a time.
As I was talking to one of the college students, Old School’s comment came to mind. And the beautiful simplicity of it hit me. I was almost overwhelmed with the emotion.
You don’t have to end homelessness. You don’t have to change the whole world. You don’t have to fix all the problems. “You don’t have dominion over that”.
Part of my emotion was validation that the Dirty Roots Revolution is providing a service to our “audience” and supporters. Part of what we do – and are working hard to do more of – is to raise awareness of issues, causes, and organizations that we believe in.
Over time, and as we have more resources at our disposal, we want to share with you ways you can make an impact. Organizations you can follow, donate to, pray for, and help with.
We encourage you to select ones that move you. And get behind them as you see fit.
And never EVER worry that your contributions aren’t enough!!!
If you are a person of any kind of faith, prayer (or meditation, or lighting a candle, or good vibes, or whatever your “thing” is) is a perfectly acceptable contribution. I would encourage you not to let that become a comfortable buffer, though. If you can do more than pray, please do!
No financial contribution (to the Dirty Roots Revolution or any other organization) is ever too small!
For the Dirty Roots Revolution specifically, no amount of donated goods is too small. If you can purchase a couple of 75-cent travel size shampoos that we can put in our Homeless Outreach care packs, we’ll consider you just as revolutionary as the person who’s able to donate $500.
We have a luncheon scheduled on September 29th, which will be an opportunity to introduce the Dirty Roots Revolution to the local ministerial alliance, representatives from various local social service agencies, school officials, and public dignitaries. We have folks who are donated bags of salad, loaves of garlic bread, and deserts. These aren’t expensive items. But they all contribute to the greater cause. This luncheon will hopefully lead to fruitful partnerships for the Dirty Roots Revolution, the other organizations represented, and hopefully for our community at large. And the lady who baked one pie for desert did just as much for the cause as the person who donated stacks of boxes full of items for our care packs.
Your life has value. What you do matters. The small gifts you share, the small actions you take, and the small differences you seek to make, ALL matter. They ALL make an impact. You may not see it, but they combine with others and add up. One pebble thrown into a lake makes small ripples. But a whole bunch of pebbles, stones, rocks, and boulders being thrown into the lake makes WAVES. And waves are powerful. They move stuff.
Nothing is too little – unless you have too much and you aren’t giving/doing enough.
But if you do what you can in the name of things you believe in, you, my friend, are a true revolutionary.
The Dirty Roots Revolution pledges to help you do this. It is our mission, our vision, our dream, and our goal, to enable and empower you to make a difference in this world.
We ask that you believe that you CAN make a difference, and we promise to do our part to help you do just that.
We don’t have dominion over the whole world. So we don’t need to worry about that.
You and I can’t give enough to solve all of the huge problems. We just need to give what we CAN. We can’t do everything. We just need to worry about what we CAN do.
Let’s all go and do what we CAN.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Remember 9-11-2001
FDNY: 343
FDNY retired: 3 (assisting the Port Authority)
NYPD: 23
NY Port Authority: 37
World Trade Center: 2,604
American Flight 11: 87
United Flight 175: 59
American Flight 77: 59
United Flight 93: 40
Pentagon: 125
Terrorists: 19 (don’t forget that they died senselessly, too)
24 still listed as missing.
TODAY WE PRAY FOR PEACE AND UNDERSTANDING AMONG ALL OF GOD'S CHILDREN.