In the last 11 years, my
understanding of the ministry that I am called to has continuously evolved.
Responding to an inner urging, I entered seminary. It was more than
challenging. The world view from Berkeley is much different than it is from the
rural communities that I have roamed over the years. More than that, my
understanding of church would be deconstructed and remolded. A challenge was
declared and it was this.
In the face
of momentous decline, in spite of unparalleled disinterest, with the growing
obstacle of theological disagreement in the church; how will you make the
gospel of Jesus Christ relevant to the communities that you are appointed to
serve?
“Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my lambs.’”
I was
appointed to a community where more than
30% of the people were unemployed, a community where more than 20% of the
contributors to our society felt unsafe
being counted in a census because a lack of legal documentation threatened the
security of their family, a community where the children of migrant workers
seeking belonging, social status, and pathways to upward mobility were more
likely to find them in a gang than in the churches and after school programs, a
community where access was always an issue – food deserts in poor
neighborhoods, schools unequally equipped, obesity rates that more than doubled
the national average. Ironically a valley that is relied upon to be a resource
to feed the nation fails to be an adequate resource to the families that
sustain it.
God equips
us. I was truly honored to be used by God in this time. The United Methodist
Church joined with twelve of churches in the community and became a resource.
We became HOPE Sanger. HOPE was an anagram that cried out, Help Our People
Emmanuel. The cries of the people were heard. We were able to provide hot meals
by the hundreds on a weekly basis. A member of the community donated a building
and the co-op found ways to provide clothing, shelter under extreme conditions,
prayer, services for children and community health. The church encouraged me to
join the local Rotary Club and during my presidency we made a dream come true.
We were able to raise funds for a community learning center. Local taxes were
donated to the Rotary foundation so that we would be able to fund Wilson Elementary
School’s need for a technology center. $142,000 was poured into the oldest
school and poorest neighborhood in our town. Over 400 families are being served
by this neighborhood school. In a community where food security is a
significant issue, internet access is hard to prioritize in a household. For
these kids to have the same access as other students, it would cost $250,000
per year to connect these households. Today adult technology classes are being
held, teachers and parents with language barriers are able to communicate
through email that has translation capability, adult ESL and adult diploma
remediation are taking place and students have access to internet resources for
homework until 7pm.
“Jesus said
to him, ‘Feed my sheep’”
Even though
we had some fantastic results, I wouldn’t say the ministry that took place was
about results at all. God is acting in our communities right now: God in the
margins, God in the struggle, God in the beauty of each of us, and God in the
relationships. It was the relationships all along where ministry bloomed. The
urge to be a source of love and support already existed in the people of
Sanger. When we came together and dreamed together, we were coordinated in the
Spirit of love – we were being made perfect in love as a community (is there
any other way?).
“Jesus said,
‘Feed my sheep.’”
July 1st
began a new adventure. I am now appointed to Merced. The Big city (we have a
taxi, 2 in fact). This community has a growing UC, built a new hospital, and
struggles to be a tapestry of cultures. Various social migrations have
continuously disrupted the status quo since the 17th century:
missionaries, 49ers, lumber harvesters, land barons, water brokers, dairy
families, braceros, growers, and refugees – political, economic, and social.
What do these migrants all seek but to find a place of belonging? Can we be a
place of belonging, a place that nurtures the seed of community, a place that
boldly seeks to be touched by/ warmed by/shaped by the new blanket of humanity
that God has provided for God’s land?
The
challenge that I experienced in seminary was revised by the mission field.
It is not
about how I/we can make the Gospel of Jesus Christ relevant to the communities
that I/we are appointed to serve. The challenge is how will I let the gospel of
Jesus Christ, make ME relevant to the communities that I am appointed to serve?
Herein lies
the joy and the power of ministry in my recent experiences.