St. Patrick’s Day- Not Just Green Beer and Shamrock Shakes

In Missions and Church History class, I was inspired and brought to tears by the life of of St. Patrick, missionary to the Irish. He abandoned all he had for the sake of the gospel.  I remember thinking…they just don’t make them like that anymore.  We want gospel lifestyle, and….comfort, security, success, companionship, etc.  To be frank most of us are weak sauce compared to St. Patrick.  I am challenged by o reading about his life.

Patrick’s grandfather was a priest and his father was a deacon, so he was born into a ministry family. He was however only nominally Christian until he was captured and sold as a slave- this life altering experience changed him. He had a spiritual awakening in which he heard the voice of the Irish calling him like Paul and the Macedonian Call (Acts 16). He was motivated to mission by the grace of God in his life, the called from God for the salvation of others, and obedience to scripture and the Great Commission. He preached a Trinitarian Gospel, ordained native clergy (yeah for indigenous leadership), sought to understand the people to whom he was called, and promoted the ascetic life (poverty lifestyle).  The radical prayer attributed to him (below) is inspiring.

According, therefore, to the measure of one’s faith in the Trinity, one should proceed without holding back from danger to make known the gift of God and everlasting consolation, to spread God’s name everywhere with confidence and without fear” -From Confessions of St. Patrick

I wanted to share this song as a gift for reflection over this week of lent.  May God call to a worship that is deep and rich and focused on his mission!

The Deer’s Cry

“Saint Patrick’s Breastplate (below) is a Christian hymn whose original Old Irish lyrics were traditionally attributed to Saint Patrick during his ministry in the 5th century; however, some argue that it is written later, in the 8th century. It is written in the style of a druidic incantation for protection on a journey. It is often sung during the celebration of the Feast of Saint Patrick on or near March 17, as well as on Trinity Sunday. The prayer known as “Faeth Fiada” or the “St. Patrick’s Breast-Plate” and contains scripture references from Eph 6:10-17 and other NT passages.” -wiki

St. Patrick’s Prayer

I bind unto myself today

The strong Name of the Trinity,

By invocation of the same,

The Three in One and One in Three.

 

I bind this day to me for ever.

By power of faith, Christ’s incarnation;

His baptism in the Jordan river;

His death on Cross for my salvation;

His bursting from the spicèd tomb;

His riding up the heavenly way;

His coming at the day of doom;*

I bind unto myself today.

 

I bind unto myself the power

Of the great love of the cherubim;

The sweet ‘well done’ in judgment hour,

The service of the seraphim,

Confessors’ faith, Apostles’ word,

The Patriarchs’ prayers, the Prophets’ scrolls,

All good deeds done unto the Lord,

And purity of virgin souls.

 

I bind unto myself today

The virtues of the starlit heaven,

The glorious sun’s life-giving ray,

The whiteness of the moon at even,

The flashing of the lightning free,

The whirling wind’s tempestuous shocks,

The stable earth, the deep salt sea,

Around the old eternal rocks.

 

I bind unto myself today

The power of God to hold and lead,

His eye to watch, His might to stay,

His ear to hearken to my need.

The wisdom of my God to teach,

His hand to guide, His shield to ward,

The word of God to give me speech,

His heavenly host to be my guard.

 

Against the demon snares of sin,

The vice that gives temptation force,

The natural lusts that war within,

The hostile men that mar my course;

Or few or many, far or nigh,

In every place and in all hours,

Against their fierce hostility,

I bind to me these holy powers.

 

Against all Satan’s spells and wiles,

Against false words of heresy,

Against the knowledge that defiles,

Against the heart’s idolatry,

Against the wizard’s evil craft,

Against the death wound and the burning,

The choking wave and the poisoned shaft,

Protect me, Christ, till Thy returning.

 

Christ be with me, Christ within me,

Christ behind me, Christ before me,

Christ beside me, Christ to win me,

Christ to comfort and restore me.

Christ beneath me, Christ above me,

Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,

Christ in hearts of all that love me,

Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

 

I bind unto myself the Name,

The strong Name of the Trinity;

By invocation of the same.

The Three in One, and One in Three,

Of Whom all nature hath creation,

Eternal Father, Spirit, Word:

Praise to the Lord of my salvation,

Salvation is of Christ the Lord.

 

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CUP Student Blog: Austin Team

Seeing Austin through the Eyes of Children

I grew up in a white, rural town, so the experience of living in the predominant black neighborhood was completely new to me. My team and I live on a budget of $120/week. We don’t have air conditioning, and we use Chicago Public Transportation. We have walked through arrest scenes, drug deals, and the trash that lines the sidewalks. We’ve heard the police sirens as they fill the neighborhood nightly. We’ve read the reports of shootings and gang violence. We’ve seen and talked to the homeless. We’ve heard the stories of our neighbors and the ways that racism and segregation still exist. We’ve experienced the brokenness of this neighborhood, city, state, nation, and world. We’ve experienced God’s calling in that too. When he tells us to love our neighbor, he doesn’t exclude the one who’s a gang member. He doesn’t mean just rich, white people, or the people who are like us. He means everyone!

The most meaningful experience for me has come from working with the children and seeing the city through the eyes of the children who live there. We hear the news reports of violence, but somehow we think the children living here aren’t affected by it. There’s a memorial in Roseland with lists of names, names that belong to children who were shot and killed. The kids I’ve met and been working with are afraid that their names may end up on that list. Everyday, they pray for and thank God for the safety he has granted them. What were you afraid of when you were seven? I found myself reflecting on that question. I didn’t have many worries when I was kid. I didn’t have to worry if food was going to be on the table, if I was going to make it home from school safely, or if my parents would make it home from work. There was a boy at camp who was crying at the end of the day because his mom was later than usual. He was worried that she would be late picking him up and get a late fee. He knew if his mom had to pay a late fee that she wouldn’t be able to buy food that week. In a week, I leave the city. I get to go back home to Wadesville where I’m not really sure if there has ever been a shooting. If there has been, it hasn’t been for the past twenty-two years. These kids don’t get to leave. They’re subjected to the injustice everyday and so few of us are doing anything to change it. I’ve learned that that is something that makes God wrathful.

It’s not okay that kids have to worry about being shot. It’s not okay that they have to worry about when their next meal will be or when their dads will get out of jail. It’s not okay that our public school systems stand and wave as they continue to leave these kids behind. . It’s one thing for me to write about the fourteen-year-old boy who doesn’t know how to read; it’s a very different situation for you to sit down and talk with him, to hear his story about how the public school system has failed him He’s been in school since kindergarten, and teachers continue to overlook him. I know a six-year-old girl who doesn’t know how to spell her name. I’ve seen these things and the ways that the school system continues to promote this injustice. As a future teacher, it’s a scary thing. It’s scary to think about the ways that teachers aren’t meeting the needs of their students. Also, through this experience, I believe I’ve found my calling. God has given me a heart for inner-city children, so how can I see this brokenness and not do anything? I believe God is calling me to inner-city schools, and through that realization, I have experienced God’s grace and faithfulness as I wrestle with the doubts and fears about what that looks like for a single, white female.

In all of this, I’ve experienced God’s presence as well. I’ve seen his love and goodness in the ways that I’ve learned to live in community. I’ve seen his grace in the conflicts that have occurred as we make commitments to live cross-culturally. I’ve seen his awesomeness and creativity in the ways that he created cultures and diversity. I’ve seen his worthiness in the members of Circle Urban as they devote themselves to serving God by loving their neighbors. I’ve seen God’s joy in the children’s smiles and have heard it in their laughter. I’ve seen God’s beauty in the garden on Central Ave. and at Columbus Park. I’ve seen his faithfulness in the ways that he has continuously provided for us. I’ve seen the ways that he is at work in this city. I’ve recognized his call for believers to pursue justice, to love the poor, and to stand up for what is wrong. These past four weeks have molded me in ways I can’t explain. Thanks, God!
Kayla- Student from Austin Neighborhood Team

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CUP Student Blog: Humboldt Park Team

Here is a blog post from one of our students doing CUP this summer:

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This has been an intense but a really great experience so far. It was challenging living with complete strangers (other staff and students) for the first bit, but within the first week, we were already like family. God has blessed my with a really great team to work with, and I am so grateful for that.

The Humbolt Park neighborhood that I live in is 1/3 African American and 2/3 Latino. We have been trying to get to know the people of the neighborhood. They have been really friendly and have helped us learn more about their cultures and ways of life. We have been invited to a handful of block parties, and they are really fun.

I have really enjoyed working with Grace and Peace community. I work with the kids from 9am-1pm, then help with custodial work from 1-5 on weekdays. The kids are really great kids and have been really patient with me as I try to speak and learn Spanish with them. I’ve also really enjoyed helping with their food pantry, especially since I’ve never done that before.

Here are some prayer requests if you would like to be a prayer partner:

The violence going on within the neighborhood between 2 gangs.
Grace and Peace Community while they run their numerous programs
Continual growth between teammates and we become a family in Christ.

Emma, Humboldt Park Student

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CUP Student Blog: Lawndale Team

Here is a blog post from one of our students doing CUP this summer:

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Hey all,

We are living on the Westside of Chicago, working (primarily teaching a summer school) with the Lawndale Christian Community Church, and immersing ourselves in the community. Just last week we went to two barbeques, two bible studies, joined the choir, walked block to block passing out flyers inviting people to the Lawndale hip-hop church, invited people over for pancakes and hotdogs, visited people’s houses, and joined the fitness center.

I teach a 2nd grader and on Friday I went over to his house to meet his parents. His dad, Ben, is a married member of the Lawndale Christian Community Church. He gave me a tour, and when we got to the basement, he told me about his story.

“Just like a lot of guys around here, I was bad on drugs 11 years ago. It got so bad, 1 winter I stole 100 car batteries to support my habit. I was livin out of dumptrucks and didn’t care about nothing. Got hit, kept runnin, cops chasin me, in and out of penitentiary. I felt so worthless, because I would try and try to get off drugs, but I’d always relapse. I heard about Hope House (A 9-month halfway house ministry for men off the street and out of prisons) and came in with only a pair of pants. Look, God gave me all this. I got a beautiful wife, two sons, and I’m the boss of a 16 million dollar construction project. But more importantly, I love myself. I’ve been clean for 8 years, and I don’t feel useless and hopeless like I have felt all my life. So when you know your doin somethin right, keep on at it. The race is not given to the strong or the wise, but the one who endures. Finish the race”.

Ben is an ex-con. In our society that means second-class citizen, especially if you are a minority. They cannot vote, cannot receive public benefits, are restricted to certain jobs, and are stigmatized in every sense of the word. Hope House has thousands of alumni, meaning thousands of men who have newfound opportunity to be good citizens, contribute to society, and not be left on the streets and told they are worthless. Lawndale Community Church has many wonderful families headed by men who are alumni of the Hope House. One of many I’m proud to know is the dad of one of my wonderful students.

- Manny, Lawndale Neighborhood Team

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Immigration Stories

Check out the following short film (1o minutes) about immigration and the church:

A NEW DREAM from UnDocumented.tv on Vimeo.

 

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CUP Has Started!

CUP has started!  Students and staff for the Chicago Urban Program have arrived and begun training for ministry in Lawndale, Austin, and Humboldt Park, respectively.  Please pray for open hearts and open doors.

Also, check out the new CUP website at http://cupivcf.org/

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Overweight Economy

As a follow-up to my post about wage variance between average workers and CEOs, Les Leopold wrote around a smiliar theme with a focus on our economy. Highly relevant given our economic and political climate.

Check it out here.

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Lamenting for our friends in Cairo

March 8: As witnessed and personally experienced by a friend (Hany) from our trips to Cairo.

On Tuesday morning, March 8, 7am, six police trucks filled with solders and two armed cars came to the entrance of the Garbage village. A General from the police was with them. That was very strange to see so many police present, as the police forces had withdrew from the streets on January 28. The youth of the area were curious and came to find out why the police were there. Some of them were scared by the presence of the police. A lawyer from the village, his name is Wagieh Anwar, asked the general “Why are you here?” The police General answered “we learned that you are about to start a demonstration so we came to arrange it” So some of the youth got encouraged to start the demonstration even they did not plan for it, and called their friends to get together as many as possible and they started to move to the high way next to the village which reduce the flow of the road. One of the youth (Hany) said “At 10am the police blocked the Autostrad Highway and Salah Salem Road.”

The police helped to get them moving along towards the main high way. Then suddenly, at 1:30 pm, ALL THE POLICE FORCEs DISAPEARED. Immediately thereafter, a rumor began to spread that the Christians had gathered together and were planning to destroy the Al-Azhar and the mosque of El-Sayidah Aasha.

Two priests, Abuna Samaan and Abuna Botros, along with some of the elders, (including Anwer Rida), of the area, tried to convince the youth to go back home, working to get the highways opened up again. However, many garbage trucks were now coming back to the Garbage Village, who were stopped along the way by thugs who targeted any Christians, attacking and beating. The youth were infuriated by this attack and refused to leave the highway and continue their demonstration.

Huge mobs then came from the neighboring Sayeda Ayisha area, armed with their weapons (Molotov’s, machetes, stick and rods) to attack the Garbage village youth. Fierce clashes ensued between the two groups.

At about 3:30pm, the army started showing up, to take control of the situation, and by 4:30 five tanks arrived. However, the Muslim mobs continued to grow in numbers and the attack on the Christians continued. Between 5 and 6pm, the army began to shoot warning shots into the air. Then at dusk, between 6 and 7 pm, under the cover of darkness, the shooting began to hit the youth of the garbage village but we do not know from who. More than 100 people were shot down fell down and the rest started to move the dead and the wounded to the church hospital. During this time, from 7pm – 12am, as they tried to help the wounded and dying, the mob of thugs would not allow any of the ambulances or fire engines to enter to the area.

All of this was happening at the entrance to the village. Around 10pm the Muslims mobs closed in and entered the village, attacking the houses of the Christians, and stealing damaging and destroying everything in their way. They totally destroyed and burned the buildings and factories, trucks and cars, terrorizing all the village population all happened until 4am.

Resulting damage: 20 trucks were destroyed, which is the main source of income for their owners. 12 apartments were looted and totally damaged. 5 recycling factories were totally destroyed with all of the machines and the stock which had been produced. 9 young people were killed (all between ages 14-30. 5 were married). 10 children were orphaned. 139 were wounded, with 17 in critical condition and need to be hospitalized and the rest needing medical attention. One person was blinded.

Estimated Losses:

Compensation for family of each victim killed: 50,000 EGP x 9 =450,000/5.9=76,271

Compensation for injured: 10,000 EGP x 139= 1,390,000/5.9=235,593

20 trucks: 50,000 EGP x 20=1,000,000/5.9=169,491

12 apartments: renovations and furnishings: 70,000 EGP x 15=1,050,000/5.9=177,966

3 factories for recycling cardboard: 200,000 EGP x 3=600,000/5.9=101,695

3 factories for recycling plastic: 600,000 EGP x 3=1,800,000/5.9=305,085

USD $1,066,101

Please contact Sandra and I if you are interested in giving to help repair the damage.

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Overweight Piggybanks

Haruka Nishimatsu , CEO of Japan Airlines (JAL) makes less than his pilots. He did this willingly during a time of financial hardship at the company which included the laying off of employees. You can see the CNN interview here. That’s in stark contrast to most US CEOs who earn 185 times what the average worker earns, or perhaps 465 times depending on where you get your data. Canada isn’t much different at 300 times.

It wasn’t always this way. In 1965 US CEOs made 24 times that of the average worker.

So what happened? Who were the workers who said, “You know what? I have enough, so I’m just going to give more money to someone who already makes more than I do”? Some argue that the large compensation packages CEOs and business leaders get is actually fueling the economy. Others counter that by saying the improvement in the DJIA and other indexes is the result of incentivizing executives using stock options.

What we are seeing, though, is that the richest members of our society in the US are vastly richer than those just underneath them, and especially those at the bottom. And, when economic growth happens, they benefit the most. For instance, from 1922 to 2008 the average incomes in the US grew by $9,172, but the richest 10% of folks got 85% of that benefit. Check out the perceptions of what this is here, as well as how congress fairs with these statistics.

But, perhaps the issue could be curtailed if taxes for the wealthiest were raised to what they were when we got out of the Great Depression: 60% – 80%. Or maybe if we played a game to understand what it was like not to have so much.

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Colorblind?

An interesting article about research done regarding race. Turns out that if you raise children in a colorblind environment it may actually worsen racism.

http://www.kellogg.northwestern.edu/News_Articles/2010/evan-apfelbaum-blind-pursuit.aspx

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