A Very New-York-ish Evening

Yesterday evening was one of those days when I just have to laugh to myself as I realize where I am. We had a couple of days of workshops for tutors at Operation Exodus (I did one, listened in on others, and worked on followup/ implementation ideas). After the workshops on Friday evening, I headed out with a bunch of the ladies who work at Exodus and attend CCF (the church I’m attending here www.christcrucifiednyc.org/) to go to a concert.

We walked to the subway station, past police officers standing on corners, groups of guys hanging out in barber shops, and people selling produce from folding tables on the sidewalk. As we waited for another girl to meet us, we were standing at the entrance to the subway station, where there are numerous smells, most of them kind of nasty, and one of the girls with us realized that her white jacket had black streaks all over it. “That’ll teach me to wear white when I’m in New York City!”, she commented. Beside us was a pizza place selling pizza by the slice or the pie, and on the other side of us a little bodega (convenience store) selling basically anything you need, though in limited selections and quantities. Streams of people were going past us, sometimes walking right through the middle of our little group. About every 4 minutes, the doors of the elevator coming up from the subway opened and people spilled out, talking on cellphones, text-walking, or with their earphones in. Sometimes w

e even got to hear exactly what they were listening to on their headphones as they walked past.

We finally got on the train, and spent roughly an hour on it, talking, telling stories, grappling with concerns about the kids we work with, and having a great time. The train lurched (often) and I almost fell onto some stranger's lap (only once - after that I hung onto the bars better). Sometimes the subway car would shake and rattle, and we joked about what we'd do if the bottom fell out of the car. Every once in a while, someone would get on the train, and loudly spew off what sounded like a prepared speech about how they are homeless, don’t do drugs or drink alcohol, and need something to eat, so any food or spare change would be appreciated. Everyone avoided their gaze, except for the rare few who would slip them some money or food as they walked through the car. At one point, a group of boys (probably around 13 or 14) got on the train and performed in the centre of the car,

rapping and beatboxing as they took turns dancing (they were pretty good!). After they finished, they walked through the train to collect money from people. I then realized why everyone just ignored them; nobody wanted to give money. After they got off the train, a group of young adults got on and start singing songs in harmony, dancing and clapping. They then walked through the train, saying that they are from a church and are collecting money for churches in South Africa. We talked with one of the ladies for a while, and she handed a card to one of the girls in our group. We looked at it after she left; it was for a young singles group at this church. We laughed a little bit at that. At one of the stops, we were meeting another friend, and we had said for her to wait in the centre of the platform

. As we approached the stop, a bunch of the girls in our group pressed their faces against the glass of the train doors to see if they could see her. When they did, they started pointing, jumping up and down, laughing and going, “There she is!” and yelling her name. It was quite a joyful reunion (though maybe a little more exuberant than strictly necessary). :)

We walked from the subway station to the concert, where we were incredibly late and had to wait outside for tickets to become available. Our friend (and one of the leaders of CCF), Andy Mineo, was performing (he is a Christian rapper www.facebook.com/andymineo). He came out to chat with us, and the group of other people from CCF, and tried to cajole the ticket guys into letting us in. We did get in, just before he was up. It was awesome! Andy not only raps to God’s glory, but he also can’t help but talk about God’s saving work in Jesus Christ, in a way that is very real and with an enthusiasm that is infectious. And, to top it all off, the pastor of CCF, Rich (who is a former rapper), joined Andy for one song. Around us were people from all kinds of neighbourhoods and backgrounds, all really excited about seeing God change the city of New York through his gospel.

Afterwards, after some great fellowship with

CCF people (who take a minimum of an hour to leave any building, because we are so busy talking), I headed home so I’d have enough sleep to be full of energy for Operation Exodus’ Saturday morning program. On the subway ride back to my apartment, I chatted with a couple of teenage boys about snowboarding (they had snowboards on the subway, which is the first

time I’ve seen that). I sat across from a couple that had a huge duffle bag across their laps. About 10 minutes after they sat down, I realized that the duffle bag had mesh sides, and there was a dog in the bag, scratching and pressing his nose against the mesh. I also saw rats running around on the subway tracks while I was waiting to switch trains in one of the stations (I feel that is one essential New York sight - rats in the subway). On my walk back to the apartment from the subway station, I was almost run over by a kid doing wheelies on his bike on the sidewalk, as I tried to dodge everyone else on the sidewalk.

Most of the time it feels very normal to be here in New York, living daily life, although at times it hits me that mine is the only white face in the building, or that I haven’t seen grass for weeks, or that my accent sounds strange to others. When things feel “normal”, sometimes I forget to look around me at people and appreciate them for who they are, or to see the humour in a ridiculous situation. Sometimes I live my life like one of the people on the subway, jaded by constant pleas for money or help, blind to the individuality of each person, forgetting to look for beauty in the midst of concrete and buildings and nasty smells and trash being blown down the street by the winter wind. I am thankful for “New-York-ish” evenings like this one, that remind me that I am in the middle of God’s world and God’s work, and that it is an exciting life!

Gong show night on the DC metro

I got to spend a weekend in Washington, DC, visiting friends; it was a wonderfully refreshing break!

I had a bit of an adventure Sunday evening in DC. I went to church in the morning with my friend Lynnea and her sister Karlynn, after which we walked around and looked at some things. Then I headed out by myself on the metro to visit my friend Jackie, but on the way, my phone battery died. After borrowing a phone from a stranger on the metro to call Jackie, I met her at the station and we spent the evening at her house, making and eating food African-style (she is Senegalese), which basically means that we took our time and talked a lot, visiting with her parents and siblings as well. Then it was after 11pm, so Jackie and her sister drove me back to the subway station so I could catch the 11:30 train.

I get my ticket, run down the stairs to the platform, and step up the doors of the train... just as the doors close and the train pulls out of the station. I am left standing alone on the platform in the cold, saying out loud, “You have GOT to be kidding me!” I sit down on a very cold marble bench and wait for the next train. And wait. And wait. Shortly before 12, a train pulls up, everyone gets off, and I get on, settle myself in a seat, and wait for it to leave. A voice comes on the intercom, saying “This train is now out of service. All passengers must exit.” So I exit, sitting down again on the marble bench to wait for the next in-service train.

The train guy comes out and asks me if I’m waiting for a train. I reply, yes.

He tells me, “There are no more trains tonight. I’m the last train, and I’m just the employee train, to bring the metro employees home.”

He asks me where I am going, and then says again that there are no trains going there. I am a little shocked and dismayed. I am cold and tired, my feet hurt, and I’m alone in a strange city. My mind starts racing. My phone doesn’t work. I don’t remember exactly how to get back to Jackie’s house, and it is a long walk. Maybe I could remember if I just started walking. I don’t even know if they’d be awake still...

As I’m fighting to not burst into tears, the train guy goes, “Aw, you look like you’re about to cry!”

(Note to men: telling a woman she looks like she is going to cry is a surefire way to ensure that she will burst into tears.)

I reply, “That’s cause I am about to cry.”

The train guy goes, “What are you going to do?”

Me: “I don’t know.” And I start crying, uncontrollable tears streaming down my face as I try desperately to wipe them away and pretend I’m fine, as I turn towards the exit.

Train guy: “Aw, you’re crying. Girl, why you crying? Aw, girl, don’t cry. Aw, you’re crying!”

Me: “Sorry.”

Train guy: “Well, I’m going towards that stop, and maybe I can drop you off, and they might be able to hold the train for you to bring you the rest of the way on the employee train. Just go talk to that guy over there to see if they’ll let me do that.”

I walk over to a little booth, spewing tears all over the place, and knock on the glass. The guy comes out, a quizzical look on his face. I manage to choke out, “I think I missed the last train.” He goes, “Wait here” and gets on the radio. The train guy is peering at me from the open door of the train, waiting to see if he can give me a ride. Finally the booth guy motions for me to get on the train, and I end up sitting alone in the front car of the empty train, as the train guy (I’ll call him Jim) yells to talk to me from the operator compartment at the front. He finally tells me, “Hey, you can come sit up here with me. We’re not supposed to have people up here, but it’s okay.”

So I sit in the front with Jim and he chats at me, as I try to wipe my eyes and stop the flood of tears that insists on continuing.

Snippets of the conversation:

Jim: “Girl, why you still crying? It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you home.”

Jim: “If you had had any kind of attitude, I would have left your [butt] right there on the platform, and said, nope, not my problem!”

Me: “Well, I’m glad you didn’t.”

Jim: “You look like someone. I know - it’s Sarah Jessica Parker! You know her? Has anyone ever told you that you look like Sarah Jessica Parker?”

Me: “No, probably because I don’t look like her.”

Jim: “Aw, girl, I couldn’t just leave you there... You was cryin’ like that, and you had this look on your face, with those huge eyes, like Puss-in-Boots. You know Puss-in-Boots? The cartoon? Aw, man, I could’t refuse the Puss-in-Boots look!”

Jim: “Where’s your boyfriend? Why isn’t he here?”

Me: “Well, he’s actually in West Africa at the moment.”

Jim: “What, is he like some kind of bleeding heart or something? Like a.. what’s it called, save the... feed the.. you know, like feed the children?”

Me: “He’s a Christian missionary.”

Jim: “Oh, he’s like a crusader or something. So what, you’re a Christian?”

Me: “Yes.”

Jim: “No, you aren’t. Where’s your Bible? If you’re a Christian, where’s you Bible? I don’t see a Bible.”

Me: “It’s in my purse.”

Jim: “No way, it’s not!”

Me: “Yes, it is. See?” I pull out my Bible, which I do ironically have with me, since we went to church that morning.

Jim, looking at my purse-sized Bible, says dismissively, “Oh, well, that’s just a baby Bible.”

Every time we drove by a person on a platform, or an employee, Jim would say, “Duck your head! Duck your head” and I’d have to duck down until we were past, because I was supposed to be sitting in the train car, not the operator compartment.

Jim dropped me off at another station, where another metro employee walked me to the train that they were holding for me. That train brought me to another train, which they also held for me. And that train brought me to my stop by 1:00am.

I walked back to Lynnea’s house (bursting out into chuckles every time I thought of the entire situation), where she and Karlynn were a little concerned about me and relieved that I made it back. I went to bed laughing and woke up laughing.

It was a bit of a gong show of a night.

One thing that I found kind of cool (even in the midst of the tears) was how God provided with perfect timing, bringing the right people into my path at the right times. I had a strong sense that he brought me into contact with Jim at that time for his own reasons, even though I don’t fully know how he is working in Jim’s life or what the outcome will be. God orchestrates all things for his glory and the good of his children, providing his presence each moment. It’s amazing to be following a Lord who walks with us so closely, a Father who knows and loves and provides for his children so richly.

Impressing people with Christ himself

I found this a little while ago, and thought I'd share it with you. It reflects a lot of what I've been learning about what it means to live as a total follower of Jesus Christ. Please pray this for me as I continue to learn to serve Christ and his church better.

Please pray for me,
that I may have both spiritual and physical strength to perform my duties;
that I may not only speak the truth but become the truth;
that I may not only be called a Christian, but also live like a Christian.
Yet I do not want people to look to me as an example,
for at best I can only be a pale reflection of Christ Jesus;
let people look away from the reflection and turn to the reality.
Christianity is not a matter of persuading people of particular ideas,
but of inviting them to share in the greatness of Christ.
So pray that I may never fall into the trap of impressing people with clever speech,
but instead I may learn to speak with humility,
desiring only to impress people with Christ himself.

- Ignatius of Antioch, 35-108 A. D.

Sneaky learning

One of the things that I get to do here at Exodus is supporting the high school coordinator, Amy, with the high school program from an educational standpoint. This means that I get to spend a lot of time hanging out with the high school students, observing and getting to know them, as well as doing mini “workshops” with them on various topics. These students are all there of their own will, and part of the challenge of the program is to support them academically while making it so that they want to be there. I think the best way to describe the atmosphere is “organized chaos”. There is a lot of intentional teaching going on, but it is all about sneaking the learning in there in such a way that they don’t fully realize you’re doing it. These students are amazing young people with incredible stories, and it is really cool to see how they are growing and maturing through the support they receive at Exodus.

To give you a little glimpse into what the atmosphere may look like, here is something that happened the other day. There is a young woman in the high school group, who I’ll call J. We are all sitting around a table, playing a game where you have to talk for 30 seconds on a given topic without saying "like" or "um" (heehee... sneaky learning). So J is sitting next to “Billy”, who is being a total pain in the butt. He keeps interrupting everyone with "Like, I, like, ummmm, don't even know... ummmm... ummm...like, ummm... say like!"

J has the patience of a New York City taxi driver, the competitiveness of a New York pigeon who sees bread on the street, and a very honed sense of justice. You can just see her get more and more exasperated with Billy as we go around the circle. So, it gets to her turn to talk, and she needs to answer the question, "What do you hope will happen tomorrow?"

J (in a sort of monotone, slowly paced voice, as she thinks about each word to make sure she doesn't say like or um): "Tomorrow..I... hope that I will...pass... every... pop quiz... that my teachers... decide to give... in... class... and I hope... that I... will...have... a good...time... at ... school and ... I hope.... that I ...will...hit... Billy... in the face..." (She leans over non-chalantly and backhands him across the face) "...oh, wait... that... happened... today, so... it... doesn't...need to... happen... tomorrow."

I had to bite the inside of my lip so hard to keep from laughing!