Bringing Worlds Together

The theme for YMCo this summer is “Worlds Apart”. At the beginning of the week we try to explain this theme by taking the youth on an urban walk around the city of Raleigh. We show the youth the different communities that exist right across the street from each other but are “Worlds Apart”. On one street there is a soup kitchen and on the next there are high priced restaurants. There are bus stops and parking garages. There are homes and there are park benches. 

 

This theme was especially impactful for me, a Raleigh native. Though educational and eye opening for the youth–even more for me as I learned about agencies and communities that existed across the street or across town from me that I was now just learning about. “Worlds Apart” couldn’t be more real. I enjoyed learning more about my city, but also felt guilty that parts of the city were so foreign to me.

 

Lately, I’ve been struggling with the hate I’ve witnessed in our world and particularly our country. The way we treat our neighbors, our brothers and sisters is disheartening. Each week that passes as a RYM intern and the more I interact in different “worlds” the more angry I become at the injustices all around.   

 

A quote that hangs up in our RYM office is from Lilla Watson, an indigenous Australian, academic, and activist. It reads, “if you have come here to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together.” It took me a while to understand what this truly meant– at least what it meant to me. 

 

This week the RYM team read a story from an unknown author in our weekly staff devotion. It was about a farmer that grew blue ribbon corn every year. When a reporter interviewed the farmer about his corn the farmer revealed that he shared his best seed corn with his neighbors. When the reporter  asked why he did this, he said, “Why sir, didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”

 

At the end of our walk we show the youth ways that Raleigh has brought “worlds together”. We stop at “A Place at the Table” a restaurant that is a perfect example of this idea. This restaurant has a pay what you can model with a goal of restoring dignity to people. When you order, you are always asked how much you would like to pay. The beautiful part of this restaurant is that it is not a restaurant for a particular community, but rather a restaurant for both a business person and a person who sleeps on the street. This restaurant bursts the bubbles in which we too often isolate ourselves. 

 

The story about the farmer was the missing piece to the “Worlds Apart” theme and Watson’s quote for me. This farmer shows how our well-being is directly related to the well-being and prosperity of others. Watson’s quote became clear to me. We must learn that our liberation is bound up with others solely because we are humans and because we are children of God. When your neighbors don’t have enough food, when they don’t have a place to sleep, when they can’t afford medical care, when they fear for their lives, when they are separated from their loved ones, the whole world hurts. Until we realize that when one human hurts, humanity hurts, we are not living into what the Kingdom of God should be. Instead, God calls us to love our neighbor and our enemy and in order to do this we cannot live in separate worlds. 

 

Anna Grace Thompson is a summer intern at Raleigh Youth Mission.  She attends the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Miracles within Mustard Seeds

On my first night of training for this job, the other interns and I sat awkwardly around a table eating spaghetti as our Executive Director, Bill Buchanan, said something that would stay imprinted  in my brain for the rest of the summer. “This is kingdom of God stuff, y’all” he said with sincerity, while the other interns and I pondered what that really meant. Fast forward to my second summer as an AYM intern, I can say with absolute certainty that the people I’ve met and the agencies I’ve worked with are truly part of that “kingdom of God stuff”.

At the beginning of the summer if you had asked me what I imagined God’s kingdom looked like, I would have told you something that was truly perfect and profound, something that was flawless and impeccable. Surprisingly, I still agree with that statement, but now an explanation is required along with it. 

Haywood Street Congregation is a church in Asheville that was specifically created for people living on the margins. One of their taglines is “Holy Chaos” and that couldn’t be more accurate when describing the experience you’ll have there. On a typical Wednesday afternoon up to five hundred people step foot on Haywood’s campus, possibly to grab a meal at their welcome table, receive a free haircut in their hospitality room, pick up some clothes from their clothing closet they call “God’s Outfitters”, or worship with all different types of people from the Asheville community. The first Wednesday I was there with AYM, the scripture reading was from Matthew 13:31-32:

Jesus presented another parable to them, saying, “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and sowed in his field; and this is smaller than all other seeds, but when it is full grown, it is larger than the garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and nest in the branches.”

Following the reading, the founder of Haywood Street and lead Pastor, Brian Combs, rises to the front and asks the congregation “Alright church, what do we think?” Almost immediately several hands went up, and the discussion commenced. Folks began exploring concepts of what they believed the kingdom of heaven was like, eventually Pastor Brian commenting “Mustard seeds at this time in history were seen as weeds”. He went on to explain that not only were mustard seeds tiny as a seed and tiny as a plant when they grew, but they were also something insignificant and unwanted in the gardening world most of the time. But using the metaphor of a weed for God’s kingdom is on purpose, he reassured. I was puzzled by this notion, but Brian continued, saying that God’s kingdom is and was created by what we would consider the insignificant moments; the imperfect and the underestimated are always the folks that can teach us the most about God’s kingdom. 

My experience this summer with AYM can certainly attest to this concept. I always saw my glimpses into God’s kingdom within the smallest moments; a kid beaming as they gave a popsicle to one of our neighbors experiencing homelessness, or receiving a hug from a gentle stranger after experiencing Bible study with them. This compilation of seemingly insignificant moments with society’s most underestimated people have become some of the most profound and significant moments along my faith journey. I’ve realized this summer that God’s kingdom is built with moments of imperfect perfection— the miracles of life are found within the unsuspecting mustard seeds we encounter everyday. 

 

Katie Flanagan is a summer intern at Asheville Youth Mission She attends the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Finding Your Voice

“10 But Moses said to the Lord, ‘O my Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor even now that you have spoken to your servant; but I am slow of speech and slow of tongue.’ 11 Then the Lord said to him, ‘Who gives speech to mortals? Who makes them mute or deaf, seeing or blind? Is it not I, the Lord? 12 Now go, and I will be with your mouth and teach you what you are to speak.’

-Exodus 4:10-12

If you’ve ever hung around me or my family, you would realize we have no problem talking. The conversation at our dinner table runs at a pace fast enough to scare a stenographer away and my friends often ask me to “repeat that” or “sloooow down”. For me, it’s not the act of speaking that is hard, but the work of using just the right words so that my message isn’t hidden in a pile of useless fluff.

In the verse above you see Moses questioning his own ability to speak, afraid of saying the wrong thing, and in other verses around this he asks for his brother Aaron to speak. Aaron was a great speaker, a strong leader, but not the one that was needed at the time. Many times, we find ourselves in the place of Moses, with a nagging sense of unpreparedness (no matter how much is planned out) or a sense of “not being the right fit”. Sometimes it’s just doing something for the first time, without any form of training wheels to lean on. We feel the need to lean on our own Aaron, those who we see as more skilled and readier than us. But the Lord, who assures Moses here, also assures us. For in each person lies the spark of connection, the ability to have the Lord speak through us.

This advice has spoken strongly to me at one of our partner agencies, St. Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral. Every Wednesday morning, we take a group there, first to worship with the whole community of the area, with bankers and those experiencing homelessness, all together in one row. After worship we assist in serving a breakfast for all, and then proceed to eat alongside all of our neighbors there. For many youth, I’ve noticed the most transformative and challenging part of working at St. Marys isn’t the serving or the worship. It’s when the service turns from labor-based service (serving food) to connectional and relational service that many youth start to feel a sense of struggle and growth. As soon as they finish serving many come up to me asking for the next task. With most of the serving done at that point I tell them to “make a new friend” or “talk to someone and learn their story”. There is an instant “deer in the headlights” expression on their faces and questions like, “well how do I just go and talk to someone” and “what do you mean ‘learn their story’” pop up. But I remind them of the passage above, as we normally use it as a devotional earlier in the week. They are reminded that simple questions can lead to complex answers, that their voice can be strong, that a smile and conversation can mean just as much as a plate of food.

Many youth “strike out” on their first attempt in talking to someone, sometimes due to nerves, others to the fact that they picked to talk to someone who was still eating. But by the second or third person they talk to you can see the power of relational ministry occurring. You can see stories being told, of future dreams, of children now grown up, of spouses moved on, of both great beauty and great loss. The youth always come back to me, full of information about their new friend they have made and with a newfound confidence carrying them. They have leaned into what Moses was told to do and require no more help from their own Aaron. They are no longer the timid Moses who was startled by a burning bush, but now the Moses who demanded the release of captive Israel, being an advocate.

We end the week with each participant writing down one person or issue they will carry home with them on a shared piece of art. This does two things. First, it lets the participants begin to process what they have experienced. Second, it gives them something to advocate for when they return home, now emboldened to speak out about who they met and establish even better connections to those around them, becoming that advocate.

No one goes into a time of service feeling fully prepared, ready to do everything. But I think we can all be Moses in those situations, ready to speak to what the Lord needs us to do. And if all else fails, a quote from FDR can easily guide, “Be sincere, Be brief, Be seated.”

 

Vance Stiles is a summer intern with Memphis Youth Mission.  He attends the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Welcoming The Stranger

“He defends the cause of the fatherless and the widow, and loves the foreigner residing among you, giving them food and clothing. And you are to love those who are foreigners, for you yourselves were foreigners in Egypt.” -Deuteronomy 10:18-19

 

For my first week at RYM, I was very nervous. I was in a completely new state, with completely new people. I did not know anyone and was anxious about the group I would soon be meeting. The first mission immersion site that I went to, with my group, was the Welcome House. This is a Christian led organization that provides home for refugees and supports them throughout their transition of moving from the country they were born in and lived their whole life, to a place where they knew no one and are alone. They feed and care for the refugees until they are able to get on their feet and support themselves. What surprised me about this place was that, although run by Christians, the refugees do not have to be Christian to reside there. They do not try to push Christianity on them but, instead just showed them love and acceptance.

 

While we were there, we did yard work, weeding and laying pine needles on top of the gardens, and cleaned the inside of the house, mopping and sweeping throughout. We could see the gratitude on the residents’ faces for our help which was heartwarming for the entire youth group and myself. We were able to interact and show our faith through our actions. We were able to interact with some of the residents there and found that one of them converted to Christianity during his time there. He said that he wanted to understand why strangers would be so inviting and caring to him without any payment back and so he explored their faith. I thought that this was such an amazing thing that the people at Welcome House were able to express, through their actions, the church’s beliefs in such a way that someone born into another religion would convert into ours.

 

I could not help but compare my situation to the refugees. I left my own home in Florida to move to a new place without knowing anyone and I was scared. I just kept thinking about how open my host family was when I first got here and how I felt at home and more at peace because of it. These refugees left their entire life behind in order to seek safety and moved to a new country, leaving everything that was familiar to them. They were welcomed with open arms by this organization which they said is helping them feel more accepted into our country and into a new life for them. We were able to chat with each other for a while and even got a picture together in the end in order to help us remember this encounter forever.

 

The Welcome House had me thinking about all of the misconceptions that are currently being discussed about refugees. These people are here legally in order to seek a safe place to continue living out their lives in the best way they can. They are working for a better life than what they were able to receive in their original country which I think is inspiring. As Christians, we should be inviting to those who are seeking safety and should defend those who are defenseless. This is a lesson that I, and the youth group, have discussed and will remember for the rest of our lives.

Chloe Neusaenger is an intern at Raleigh Youth Mission.  She attends Florida State University

Lessons From The Garden

“Everyone is hungry for something, and everyone has something to give.”

This is one of the core values of one of our worksites called The Lord’s Acre*. At Asheville Youth Mission, we have the pleasure of visiting their extensive and productive garden almost every week. In their mission to fight hunger in western North Carolina, they grow fresh, organic, healthy food that they then distribute to a handful of local agencies in Fairview, Black Mountain, and Asheville, completely free of charge. Our students get to spend the time we have there helping with weeding, harvesting, washing vegetables, and other garden upkeep tasks, in addition to participating in activities and discussion to learn more about hunger.

At the Lord’s Acre, they have a very postcolonial take on the charity part of their mission. Many agencies, even with the best intentions, are set up for people to either be a “giver” or a “receiver” of benefits. For example, either you’re the one serving or being served in a soup kitchen. Either you’re the one with the privilege to volunteer your time or you’re the one those volunteers are there to help. It creates an unnecessary, unspoken divide between people. This system maintains that either you’re a “have,” or a “have not.”

The reality is that it’s not that simple. There isn’t a line you can draw between people separating those with needs and those without, because no one fits neatly into either of those boxes. We’ve been taught that we should administer our good works if we’re able, feel good about it, and go home without receiving anything, because we’re not the “needy” ones.  At the Lord’s Acre, the first half of their mantra is that “everyone is hungry for something.” That may manifest itself in a physical sense for a person who needs a meal, or it might manifest itself in an emotional sense for a person who needs a community. Some are hungry for beauty, and can be satisfied by the diversity of flowers amongst the garden beds. Some are hungry for education, and will find joy in learning about new growing techniques. For some, the biggest blessing is that the garden is growing food that can feed families. For others, the biggest blessing is that the garden is a place of stillness and peace in a world where those are becoming harder to find.

“Everyone has something to give” is the simple yet radical second half of their slogan. It’s saying that no matter who you are, you have talents and qualities that are worthy of sharing. If you are on the receiving end of the food they grow, that doesn’t mean that should be your only role in the exchange. Maybe you have gardening experience and can come teach the staff something new. Maybe you have a strong body and can give your talent of strength to lift or move heavy equipment around the garden. Maybe you bring the gift of friendship and conversation to the garden, which adds to the community.

It’s easy to appreciate the gifts and talents of our friends, family, and people close to our hearts. What’s harder for many people is to look at someone who is less resourced than they are and see a person of worth, who brings gifts and talents of their own to the table. Based on the “have/have not” model, we’ve been taught that people with the ability to be charitable should do so, and that the beneficiaries of that charity should be grateful, and everyone goes home unchanged. Instead, we should meet people where they are (housed/unhoused, educated/vocational worker/unemployed, master gardener/beginner) value whatever it is that they bring to the community (wisdom, humor, financial support, diversity, storytelling, love of the outdoors) and partake in learning from and working alongside each other.

For too long I thought I wasn’t hungry because I never went to bed on an empty stomach. Turns out, as I make my way around Asheville this summer, I am starving, and I meet people every day in the community who share their gifts and stories with me, and allow me to share mine with them. This is give and take. This is community.

 

*The Lord’s Acre is undergoing a renaming this summer, so depending on when this article is being accessed, they might be under their new name, Root Cause Farm.

Naomi Rabago is an intern at Asheville Youth Mission.  She attends James Madison University.

Kairos and Chronos

Upon the completion of my last worksite with Asheville Youth Mission, I was left with a curious thought: how should I measure my time spent this summer? In other words, what will I tell my friends and family about my internship at AYM when I return to college? Of course, being the science kid I am, I looked first to trying to understand what time really means.

How do we measure time? Well, historically, we measured time by dividing one orbit of the earth around the sun into little chunks. Namely, the second. First defined as 1/86,400 part of a mean solar day, the second now caries an even more curiously-arbitrary definition. Currently, the second is defined as “9,192,631,770 periods of the radiation corresponding to the transition between the two hyperfine levels of the ground state of the cesium-133 atom.” That’s ridiculous right?!

I have come to the conclusion that time with people and our silly definition of time are profoundly different. This difference can be best explained by exploring a little Greek linguistics. In ancient Greece, there were two words for time: Kairos and Chronos. Chronos, meaning a sort of sequential view of time and Kairos meaning God’s time.

Chronos, in our world, is pretty easy to get used to. For instance, that clock you have on the wall ticks every second. In previous jobs I traded this type of time for money. Kairos, however, is a little trickier to grasp. Have you ever spent time with friends or family and notice that time can move extremely fast or slow in different moments? I most certainly have this summer. It is these moments (the moments in which I forget about Chronos) in which the most fruitful growth occurs. A balance between give and take emerges in which one learns as much as one teaches. A few of those moments this summer include: a discussion with Rev. Milly Morrow and youth about gentrification in West Asheville, participating in Lectio Divina at Church of the Advocate, building shelves at the Homeward Bound Donation Center, playing cornhole at Haywood Street Congregation, being silly at the Irene Wortham Center, teaching some wonderful youth about what it means to live an abundant life, and learning from some wonderful youth about what it means to live an abundant life. It is these moments, that I will tell my friends and family about my internship at AYM.

So, I leave you with this: we are all hungry for something and we all have something to offer. I strongly believe that we become something greater than the sum of our parts when we live in this Kairos and briefly forget about the Chronos.

Riley Stephenson is a summer intern at Asheville Youth Mission.  He attends North Carolina State University.

Gratitude

At Memphis Youth Mission, one of the community partners that we go to every week is St. Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral on Wednesday mornings for a worship service that is open to everyone, and they mean everyone. After the worship service, the group will help serve breakfast to those who attended the worship service and others from the community.

For me, this service site has been particularly meaningful. MYM had an Episcopalian group come earlier in the summer and I had the privilege of sitting next to one of the group leaders during the service. She was overwhelmed by the joy, love, and compassion shown to those who normally would not be so welcomed in a traditional church setting; she wept at the idea that this church was opening its doors to anyone and everyone that wanted to come in. It was a powerful experience for me to watch her during the service and afterwards during the breakfast, talking to people and helping welcome those on the margins.

Every week that MYM has gone to St. Mary’s and helped serve breakfast, I have done the job of helping clear the trays after people have finished eating breakfast. I met Jerry, who wipes the plates clean and stacks them, the first week of the summer. Jerry is a retired Episcopalian minister who has “nothing more meaningful to do” on Wednesday mornings than help clear and clean trays. Over the summer, Jerry and I have been able to talk and get to know each other over dirty plates and cups. I told him that after this summer, I would be a Young Adult Volunteer in Washington D.C. and he told me about his 5-year-old twin grandchildren. Today was my last day helping Jerry clear trays at St. Mary’s. I came up to the cleaning station and awaiting me was a present that Jerry had handmade for me as thank you gift for a wonderful summer of service together. Jerry made me a wooden block with a butterfly on it and the word gratitude painted on to it. He told me that he was grateful for the time that we had shared together and for the work that I had put into the summer. I told Jerry that I in turn was grateful to have shared such a wonderful time of service with him and for everything that he had shared with me.

At the end of this summer, Jerry’s gift to me shows me the ways in which service impacts people at every level. Yes, we are there to serve those who are normally not served with the dignity and respect they deserve. But, it showed me that there are different levels of service, that I was in service to Jerry just as much as I was in service to those eating breakfast at St. Mary’s. Overall, I think that is one of my biggest lessons from this summer—that we are in service to one another and not just those that we think need our help. I am forever thankful for the chance to have gotten to know and serve with Jerry and for every experience I have had working at MYM this summer!

 

Sarah Hall is a summer intern for Memphis Youth Mission.  She is a graduate of the University of the Ozarks.

Finding Community with the Alien Residing In Your Midst

Community:

1. a group of people living in the same place or having a particular characteristic in common. 

2. a feeling of fellowship with others, as a result of sharing common attitudes, interests, and goals.

We all belong to communities. We are on different teams and parts of different clubs. We attend different schools and different churches. However, the one community without any divide is the body of Christ. Our brothers and sisters in Christ are our people!!! Throughout the summer, I have had the opportunity to engage in many different communities that have taught me so much about who makes up the body of Christ. Although getting up and to work by 7:30 seems to be getting harder and harder, the communities being built seems to make it more and more worth it.

We started Tuesday, July 17th off with our morning devotion, focusing on defining community. Although we have a devotion on this topic weekly, I really tried to focus on its’ message throughout that day. That afternoon, we traveled to a housing development that houses refugees in the Raleigh area. Workers from another nonprofit in Raleigh teaches the adults in the neighborhood English, so the team from RYM watches the kids while the parents can better their education. I have been to this place several times, but something about the work we did that day sparked new thoughts in my head. I loved watching the way our team from RYM took on the challenge of handling tons of kids they had never met, and how they showed God’s love through the way they played with the kids and had conversations with them. Our team took in every moment and worked hard in the July sun to ensure the refugee children were having a fun time. These relationships were developed within a couple hours, but unfortunately the likelihood that our group from RYM will see the kids they worked with again is close to none. However, for that short amount of time, there was a community of people not separated by race, class, gender, or social status. For that brief amount of time, we drew with chalk, we made bracelets, and we played lots of soccer without thinking of the labels that society might place on these people.

This truly had me thinking: what would the world look like if we took time to make communities and develop relationships with those who are different from us? What could we accomplish if we took time to get to know someone else’s story and tell them our own? I have a good feeling the world would be a much more harmonious place. That’s why I am so thankful I have had the opportunity to work with these children. Creating community with them is truly humbling and puts so much into perspective about opportunity and the United States. Before coming to work at RYM, I was not familiar with how the United States handles refugees, but more so I had no idea how the Bible tells us as Christians to face such political issues. Leviticus 19:33-34 states,When the alien resides with you in your land, you shall not oppress the alien.  The alien who resides with you shall be to you as the citizen among you; you shall love the alien as yourself, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt.” How incredible is it that the Bible tells us exactly what we need to do-welcome in the stranger and create community with them! By intentionally developing relationships, we are learning, we are growing, and we are viewing life through a different lens. All of these are essential for developing a new sense of community here in the United States with all of our neighbors. Community might be the person we thought we had nothing in common with, or it might be someone we share everything with. But in all, I think it is amazing that Raleigh Youth Mission is finding communities wherever they go and sharing the love of God through these places and through their faces.

 

Leah Brooks is a summer intern at Raleigh Youth Mission.  She attends the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Mission Immersion: helping others while being helped

A core goal of Raleigh Youth Mission is to deter participants from the “savior mentality”, because we believe it is a toxic standpoint, and not a true reflection of the gospel. To achieve this, as a staff we are intentional to define the concept of mission immersion. Prior to arriving to Raleigh and receiving training- I was a bit unclear on the concept myself. Several friends and family members would ask.. sooo what exactly are you doing this summer? Mission immersion is like a mission trip in that you are volunteering, working with others, and maybe providing some relief to those in need. However, mission immersion takes this concept a step further. The immersion aspect is a dual idea that while we aid agencies in their mission, we are also learning ourselves. We learn about the agencies, how they’re funded, what services they provide, and much more. So instead of simply helping those facing poverty, homelessness, or food insecurity, we also teach our youth where these problems come from. At RYM, we teach curriculum to middle and high school students that challenges systemic issues such as gentrification, generational poverty, racism, and privilege awareness.

One agency we partner with that exemplifies the concept of mission immersion is Healing Transitions. This rehabilitation facility is for those struggling with drug or alcohol addiction. The facility is non-profit, and it is totally free to clients. When we visit this agency, RYM participants receive a tour of the grounds led by clients currently going through the recovery program. During our visits, RYM staff members and youth have the privilege of eating lunch with some of the clients, and getting to know their stories. The youth groups participating in RYM witness first-hand what is potentially the most difficult time in someone’s life. It is real life, not a sugar-coated version of the truth, nor is it intended to be a scare tactic. But rather, a lesson. Often, people who struggle with addiction are connoted with the less fortunate, lazy, or are viewed as less than. At healing transitions, the youth learn that addiction does not discriminate across race, class, or gender.

A peer ran facility, Healing Transitions operates with a handful of full-time paid staff members, and the rest of the daily operational tasks are carried out by clients. The kitchen, schedules, laundry, and some office tasks are all carried out by current clients. A majority of the staff are also graduates of the recovery program, and their model works so well because the clients can relate on a personal level to their mentors. Every tour guide notes that without their peers, they would struggle to find the motivation to proceed with the recovery program. The peer facilitated model requires accountability, community, and among other things- trust. Like a well-oiled machine, every person is needed and valued, because all pieces must work together to achieve a common goal. These vital parts lead to success with clients, and this type of community-living approach translates to the space the RYM participants share throughout the week. As staff members, we stress the importance of living in community.  RYM Participants live in a space that is typically used for Sunday school classes with total strangers. This may not be the most comfortable of situations.

In no way am I attempting to equate the two living situations- it is beyond comparisons as to what it is like to be in recovery. However, the general idea is the same and it relates back to the overarching theme of what mission immersion means- to be fully engaged in your community while striving to live a life like Jesus. He reached out to the oppressed, the marginalized, and the outcasts in society. He did not cast judgement, but rather offered a helping hand, and carried out his actions out of love- not for the need of self-righteous fulfillment. God did not intend for humans to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, but rather be there for each other, and reach out a hand to help someone up when they fall.

 

Emaleigh Fleeman is an intern at Raleigh Youth Mission.  She is also a student at Georgia College and State Univeristy

God Loves Everyone

“You are a liar, you are a phony, and if you were to punch anyone in the face—it should be yourself.” These were the words my RYM group witnessed a woman reciting to a younger more vulnerable woman on the R-Line bus.

This week at RYM we learned about what it means to live abundantly, what living abundantly looks like, and how God has called us to serve those who lack abundance. During the week, we played an activity called ‘Continuums.’ In this game, someone reads out a statement, and people place themselves accordingly on a scale of “agree” versus “disagree.” The last statement in the game was “God cares the most about people who are poor and/or oppressed.” Once this statement was announced, the majority of people moved more towards the 100% agree spectrum. This shocked me. If anything, I feel neutral to this statement.

In my experience, the people who are poor and/or oppressed, suffer the most. They are amongst some of the loneliest people, the most invisible, and the most uncared for. Throughout my life I have been taught that God loves all his children. This past week, we have cared for those who are poor and/or oppressed by spreading God’s love, but what happens once we are gone? We are taught to continue these actions out of kindness and God’s will, but it is sometimes difficult to spare some change when we already have ill intentions. It’s no new news that people do not typically give money to people on the street. We are taught or assume that we should not spare a dollar, not even a dime, because the person may go and spend the money on alcohol or drugs.

It is difficult when we live in a world where it is not always safe to serve those, in a world where we teach our children not to give away their resources. But sometimes, God leads us to not turn our backs on those we are weary of, whether that be through their appearance or social status. I saw this with my group predominantly through our R-Line experience.

As the woman at the beginning of this story, made her final and ultimately crude remarks, my youth and adult leaders paid close attention to both women. The first woman, the one making the comments, appeared look like a well kept woman who had no patience for those who appeared lesser. In her lap, was a white plastic bag that contained a salad and other various food items. The woman had offered the other one her salad, but did not fail to admit that she must’ve been crazy to offer it at all. The other woman was skinny with tangled light brown hair, old beat up Nike sneakers, a black trash bag, and one pinched eye. As the older woman spoke to this lady, it was clear she could not hear very well. The other passengers on the bus appeared purposely oblivious.

There were many attempts made to help the young woman in need, but none seemed to work, for the woman was too timid and fearful. Finally, one of the adult leaders pulled out a sheet, and calmly spoke to the skittish girl about some locations she could attain a free lunch. The leader explained that on the sheet were locations the woman could find help for free, while paying no attention to the yelling woman. Eventually, it was our stop to get off and with this we asked the quiet girl if she wanted to get off with us as to direct her to Shepherd’s Table. She said no, but she kept the sheet.

Once we returned to the church, we debriefed, and prayed not only for the woman who needed a free lunch, but also for the woman who persecuted her. God loves everyone no matter what race, social class, or difference. It is debated on whether God loves or cares more for one people rather than another, but maybe some people need God’s love more than others. Some people have nobody to love or are loved by no one. Thus, it is crucial for us to spread this love and let it be known that people are loved, because without love there is hate.

Tai Ruinsky is a summer intern at Raleigh Youth Mission.  She attends American University