Getting Ahead is helping us to create an environment where people are much more likely to build on friendships over a smoke than judge one another for buying water, juice, a lottery ticket, gas. Thank God!
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Building Relationships of Holy Smoke
Getting Ahead is helping us to create an environment where people are much more likely to build on friendships over a smoke than judge one another for buying water, juice, a lottery ticket, gas. Thank God!
Thursday, June 11, 2015
My Life Now
This was one woman's representation of her life in poverty. If you look closely you can see that there are two roads into the roundabout, "need st." and "want st." there is also an exit "future st." the Investigator shared with the class that being in poverty for her is like being on an endless roundabout where you are stuck between the needs and wants of your family and you can see a better future but you can't ever take the exit.
Disbelieving,
Dreaming, Doubts, Divided Families
People drowning everywhere,
Hurt, Pain, compressing our world.
Inside realms of make-believe security.
Falling through your darkness,
realize life isn't pleasant.
Happiness is your own,
what you make is yours to be.
Into the future with eyes wide closed.
Believing you are alone in loneliness all your own.
This poem was written by an Investigator (with a drawing from her daughter).
Getting Ahead is Getting Real
So we are supposed to recruit 6-12 individuals to participate in Getting Ahead. Recruiting participants (who are known as Investigators) was the part of the planning I was worried about the least. I thought it would be an easy sell. I spent most of my planning time focused on lining up childcare and dinners, buying workbooks, reserving rooms, and recruiting co-facilitators.
Before the first week I recruited 9 people to attend the class and act as Investigators. The first night arrived and I was a ball of nerves. What if no one shows? What if too many people show? What if the group dynamics aren't what we hoped for?...you get the picture.
Four of the nine showed up on the first night and even though we did not have the recommended 6 we decided to go ahead and have the class. It seemed like a good group. The next week only three of the four showed. That kind of thing was bound to happen. People living in the chaos of poverty often can't make appointments for one reason or another. The problem was that if we only have four people and one person doesn't attend you are left with what feels like a very small group.
We decided to take a two week break and recruit more and then start over. One step forward, two steps back. On our second first night we had the original four plus two more. On the second, second night we had ten Investigators and nine kids!
Now the class is off and running and I an floored every night with all that I did not know. I have spent my entire career working with individuals living in poverty and I still did not the extent to which their lives are effected by that environment.
For instance did you know that the average wait time for section 8 (in our class) was seven years...SEVEN! And, once our Investigators received section 8 it only helped with a very small fraction of their housing bills.
Did you know that if you are applying for section 8 their are strict guidelines on bedrooms for your children. ie: if you have a boy and a girl they need to have separate bedrooms but, if you are a foster parent you only need separate beds, not separate bedrooms so a foster parent can theoretically have a one bedroom apartment with three beds in one room and a single mother living in poverty with an infant son needs to have a two bedroom apartment in order to receive section 8. This circumstance caused one of our Investigators to be forced to live in a shelter because she could not afford that apartment she would need in order to apply for housing assistance.
This is important information and I feel honored to hear these stories from our Investigators. I look forward to being a part of the conversation when we get to the weeks where Investigators are creating their Future Stories!
Service to the Community
Getting Ahead
Getting Ahead is a way for people to investigate or examine the impact that poverty has on them and their community. It also helps people who are near or in poverty to stabilize their living situations and build resources.
We recognize the assets that every individual brings to the table and are excited that the participants (Investigators) will help teach us what it is like to live in poverty in our community so that we can better meet the needs of those in Clarkston who are living near or in poverty.
Getting Ahead can help a person to:
A. Identify and solve problems in a safe but challenging group-learning experience
B. Do a self-assessment of his/her own resources
C. Develop a plan, future story
What Happens in Getting Ahead:
A. A group of 6-12 people meets with the facilitators for 16 workshop meetings
B. Each workshop takes three hours
C. There will be no lecturing, no teaching; the “Investigator” method will be used
D. The Investigators are paid for their work
Getting Ahead is different because:
A. Investigators are seen as problem solvers; their information and ideas are needed
B. No one decides anything for the Investigators; no one will tell them what to do
C. No one will do for Investigators what they can do for themselves
D. No one will “teach”, the Investigators have to do the learning.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Face of God
These Missionaries drew from their hearts how they see God in their lives. Take a look at a few that I was able to get pictures of: (I think my favorite might be the one drawn by the child of one of the Missionaries!)
Monday, April 28, 2014
Blessed are the Merciful
Recently I was asked to write a poem based on Matthew 5:7 this is what I came up with. Know that I have been "the merciful" many times in my life and I strive to be "merciful".
Monday, September 12, 2011
Proud to be a Refugee?
Definition of REFUGEE
Here in Utica, NY it is estimated that between 12-18% of the population is made up of refugees. This is a concentration so large that it has been known to make national lists and has caught the attention of NPR, the New York Times, PBS, and countless other publications.
Many of the individuals we serve here at Utica Eastside Mission are refugees and discussions about culture happen on a regular basis at our After-School Program around the snack table.
Recently I was brainstorming new ideas for our summer program and I was trying to come up with a name. I want the name to tell individuals who have no idea about the refugee population in Utica exactly who we are and what we do but I have been afraid to use the word "refugee".
When I worked in the Deaf community in Baltimore, MD the Deaf individuals there were proud of their Deafness, so proud that they intentionally used a capitol "D" whenever writing the word. I began to wonder if refugees are proud of, ashamed of, or indifferent to the fact that they are refugees.
When you search for images under "refugee" these are the typical results:
Me: I have a question for you, are you a refugee? Is that something you talk about at home?
Child #1: I don't know. My family is from Vietnam, my brother was born in another country and I was born here.
Me: Does your family ever talk about being refugees?
Child #2: What is a refugee?
Me: A refugee is a person or group of people that need to leave where there are living because something bad happened to them. They then go live in another place. It just refers to the group of people. Would your feelings be hurt if I called you a refugee or said we had programs here for refugees?
Child #2: What is a refugee?
Next time I will ask the older kids and adults. For now I will continue to think this over. What I know is that I cherish the relationships I have made with these group of individuals. I understand that some of them have been through terrible things in their lives and I want to show them the greatest amount of respect. I also want volunteers who come to work with us to know who they are working alongside. Maybe I will name the program "Awesome People Who Have Great Stories, Outreach"
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Tonight We Shine Lights
Comforter,
Healer,
Tonight we shine lights for those who have ignited sparks in each of us. We watch as their lights still warm us. We focus on their glow and grieve their loss, grieve for their fight. We speak their names:
“My Mother”
“My Father”
“My Brother”
“My Sister”
“My Loved One”
“My Friend”
As we walk past the lights we watch as they all shine in their own way. They each guide our paths uniquely. Comforter, we miss them. Healer, we are scared for them. Creator God, comfort and heal.
We notice as we march that these lights, though unique, share a similar story, guide a similar path and bring us together to say:
“I am sorry you are grieving”
“I don’t “know” your pain but I care about your pain.”
“Enough is enough!”
And “There Is Still Hope”
Because just as we have lost, we have also heard powerful stories of survival. “Survival” a word we shout with some and are too afraid to whisper with others. Creator God, comfort and heal.
So tonight we grieve, we honor, we support one another, we share, we walk past these lights and remember, we are sad, we are encouraged by the reality that someday there will be a cure. Tonight we do all of these things and we ask that you, Creator God, comfort and heal.
Amen.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Annual Report

Recently I needed to create an annual report for Utica Eastside Mission. This was a great task. I love taking the time to look back over the year and report about all the great things that have happened. Here are the highlights!






If each church in the Mohawk District made a commitment of $600 a year in support of Utica Eastside Mission, our current operating budget would be paid for in full. Please consider answering the call to this challenge and become an annual donor.
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
New population, New heartbreaks, New blessings

Church and Community Ministry is described as a “kaleidoscopic” ministry for a reason. In my first placement I worked with culturally Deaf or Deaf-Blind individuals who were mainly adults or older teenagers.
At Utica Eastside Mission I now spend most of my days with children who are either refugees themselves or descendants of refugees. Our After-School program attendees are fantastic kids with great imaginations, and it is not uncommon for me to spend some time in my office each afternoon having discussions about the zoo, or monsters under the bed.
These children are so full of life and excitement that it is easy to forget what they have experienced in their short lives. One elementary student is already on probation; a middle school aged youth is being kicked out of his home.
The youth then confided in me that before they came to America they knew child soldiers and used to fire guns often.
These are children and youth that are appreciative of what you offer them, hard workers, and amazing creations of God. I am anguished to hear what they have experienced and glad that at Utica Eastside Mission they are experiencing the love of Christ.
What a blessing it is to provide a safe place for children who have experienced so much violence. What a blessing it is to learn from each other and share with one another about our lives.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Living in the Westside, Working on the Eastside

Andrew and I moved to upstate New York this summer to take on two new Church and Community Worker positions. We are now living in the near west side of Syracuse and Andrew is working at Syracuse Westside Urban Mission, a ten step walk from our front door. I am working in Utica, NY at the Utica Eastside Mission, a commute of two hours a day. So far, I have listened to these books in the car:
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows (21 hours)
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (18 hours)
Marley and Me (6 hours)
Car Talk (4 hours)
The Appeal (12 hours)
Blood Brothers (12 hours)
During the first two weeks I had not tuned into the audio book scene yet and I found myself trying not to be depressed about the drive and now I look forward to that time each day.

Back to what it is like living and working at our new sites. As Church and Community Workers we are called to live with the community we serve. Andrew’s site had a very nice parsonage for us so we are living in his community. During my 5 years in Baltimore at the Deaf Shalom Zone, we did not serve a geographical area, so I spent those years living downtown. I liked to think of myself as someone who was smart about safety but also not afraid of the city. I had clients and friends that lived in abandoned looking row houses and clients and friends who lived in nice suburban homes. I got to see all sides of the city. When we first drove through our new neighborhood in Syracuse I thought it looked rougher than I had been used to but, like I said, we are called to live in and with the community.

During the first few days of living in the near west side I am sad to say, human to say, privileged to say, afraid to say, I experienced culture shock. One drive through the neighborhood took us past a cop who was choking a young man to get him to spit out the drugs the young man tried to swallow and another young man who was walking his giant pit bull with large free weights hanging from the dog’s side. We have been told there is dog fighting in the neighborhood. One friend told us she walked out of the church next door one night to find a dead body.
In the few months that we have lived in the area I have grown to feel more comfortable. Andrew has met a lot of the individuals living in the neighborhood, our air conditioner did a good job of drowning out the blaring street noise most nights, we have learned how to use our alarm system and not set it off accidentally every day, and our back yard, though in need of gardening, has begun to feel like our own oasis.
Sunday night I needed to go out to the car and bring in the giant bags of dog and cat food I purchased. When I came home from church I put on my black bike shorts, a huge t-shirt and my pink, rubber soled, hippo socks with actual 3D hippo heads on them. Attractive, I know, the glamorous life of a missionary. Andrew and I marched out to get the pet supplies and we lugged them into the house while three cop cars, a fire truck, an ambulance, and an “undercover” police van complete with antennas and computers inside busted the drug house across the street.
This is our new life, and so far, I am really enjoying this new chapter. Andrew and I get the opportunity to meet and learn from people who are vastly different and very similar to us, we get to make connections with local churches and encourage them to comes to the city and help out at our missions, most of all we get to be in mission and ministry with our neighbors in Christ. Some parts of this new life are funny, some scary, most exciting. Stay tuned for more stories from this chapter. Peace.
*pictures shown are random pictures of the neighborhood
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Another Way to learn about the Zone
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Directly in the Middle of Awful and Beloved
Just for your reference, here is an example of boring:
Interpreting surveys so that a client can get a "free gift" of a t-shirt with a puppy on it...not life altering!
This is another post that will fall right in the middle of awful and beloved. In January I interpreted for a United Methodist, youth conference, in Ocean City. This conference hosts christian artists and has around 6,000 attendees. Needless to say it is kinda' fun to be on stage! (brag brag brag)
I went to this conference my first year in Baltimore and the worship leader was a man named Reggie Dabbs. He brought with him a group called "Masters Commission". Reggie is hilarious and MC preforms live music videos that are inspiring and blunt. I remember thinking as I watched that first year that the skits were motivating but more serious than necessary for a group of youth. I never experienced drug and alcohol abuse as a member of Warren First UMC's youth group.
This year on the other hand I had some experience under my belt. As I interpreted the closing service, Reggie asked all the adults to "hug their babies". Hug your babies! Show love to those youth who need it so desperately in their lives. It could have been the powerful music that moved me or the literally thousands of youth that were standing, saying "I have been hurt by this life!" It could have been both. It could have been the stories that ran through my head as I interpreted, the Deaf boy I know who grew up with no one to communicate with and experienced abuse at home and rape at school. It could have been the Deaf boy I know who held another boy down during a sexual assault. It could have been the girl at church I see every Sunday who has so much potential and a family that has taught her that she needs to hit and punch to get attention. Whatever the reason was, I no longer felt that the message was too harsh. I felt it was just right! I was moved by the message of love for those who need it and forgiveness for those who have done terrible things. I was moved by the youth leaders that got out of their seats and hugged their babies for what could have been a half an hour. I was moved to tears, crying like a baby up in front of 6,000 people.
That evening was beautiful, the experiences were not. This is the world that some youth live in. Some are like me and they play bite the onion with friends on a Friday night, and some have experiences that call us to "hug your babies!" This evening was life altering. Now, go hug some babies! Peace.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyheJ480LYA
Avoiding the Exploitation of Those I Love
I will not use real names
I will tell true facts but...
I will combine many different stories in order to hide identities.
I will continue to post pictures of individuals who have given me permission but the pictures might not be of those mentioned in the post.
Here's to moving forward! Peace!
Memoirs of a social justice missionary.


















