It Takes a Community to End Homelessness

Posted on November 16, 2013 by Esther Hizsa

I received many compassionate e-mails in response to yesterday’s post. Thank you. You have greatly encouraged the hundreds of Burnaby residents advocating for others who are homeless or at risk or homelessness.

Above is a hot-off-the-press video called It Takes a Community to End Homelessness. It should answer a few questions you may have. There is more information on the Burnaby Task Force on Homelessness website.

Here are 5 simple, but powerful, things you can do to end Homelessness in Burnaby.

1. PRAY and listen to what God is calling you to do.

2. Go to the Burnaby Task Force on Homelessness website and endorse the work of Wanda Mulholland and the Task Force team of dedicated people from faith communities, government officials, R.C.M.P., business sector, Progressive Housing Society and other citizens.

3. Donate.

4. Volunteer

5. When you see a homeless person look them in the eye and greet them. Be prepared to give them something: a smile, a bus ticket, a toonie, a $5 gift card to get food, some food or … Being acknowledged as a person of value helps restore a vulnerable person’s dignity.

Jesus said, “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Enter, you who are blessed by my Father! Take what’s coming to you in this kingdom. It’s been ready for you since the world’s foundation. And here’s why:

I was hungry and you fed me,
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
I was homeless and you gave me a room,
I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit,
I was in prison and you came to me.’

“Then those ‘sheep’ are going to say, ‘Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?’ Then the King will say, ‘I’m telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me—you did it to me.’

Matthew 25: 34-40 (The Message)

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All She Wants Is a Door

Posted on November 15, 2013 by Esther Hizsa

Behind That Locked Door by innoxiuss

“You know what’s making me mad right now? I’ll tell you,” Paul* said looking me in the eye. We were standing outside the entrance to the Greenhouse, a renovated house on the church property, waiting for the soup to heat up. Every Wednesday Progressive Housing Society and church volunteers come here to offer people who are homeless or at risk of homelessness a place to gather for conversation, coffee, and a bowl or two of soup. We call it the Wednesday Lunch Club.

Paul, one of the regulars, put out his cigarette and told me what angered him. “I know this woman who was into hard drugs, bad stuff. She got clean and she’s been clean for a year or so. She’s about thirty-five, not unattractive,” he said. “But here’s the thing: she can’t find a place to live. She’s got the money, but every time she calls about an apartment, as soon as soon as they hear she’s on welfare, click.” He imitated someone hanging up the phone. “So what does she do? She stays where she can, on people’s couches. And Esther, some of those people aren’t very nice. Way too often in the middle of the night, if a man lives there, he will wake her up and take advantage of her.”

Paul stepped over to the open door and grabbed the doorknob. “All she wants is this,” he said and stepped inside and closed the Greenhouse door behind him. Then he opened it again. “All she wants is a door that she can close and lock and feel safe on the other side.”

I kept thinking about what Paul said and talked about it over dinner with Fred. “It’s just not right. Something’s got to be done. Think of Wanda Mulholland and all the people on the Burnaby Task Force on Homelessness. They have spent countless hours talking to officials and trying to raise awareness about homelessness. And still there isn’t even a homeless shelter in Burnaby–let alone housing for people like this woman.”

“And I keep hearing on the radio how much money government departments have spent with nothing to show for it.” Fred shook his head.

“We could give more money, but we can never give enough to house the people who need it. We have to do something more. We need to pray.”

“Alas, has it come to that?” someone once said when faced with a similar dilemma, as if resorting to prayer meant there was no hope, as if God were actually far away.

“We need someone big and powerful to make big and powerful changes in our city, so why not talk to the God of the universe?” I said.

So I speak to God often about the need for more doors and homes. I pray that I will see what Jesus is doing and join him in his work of bringing good news to the poor and setting the oppressed free. And I thank God that this woman has a friend like Paul.

Jesus said, “The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favour.”
– Luke 4:18

Update on March 5, 2014
I saw “Paul” today and he told me his friend has found a door. She has finally found a place to live. Thank you so much, everyone, for your thoughts and prayers. And thanks, Paul, for being such a great friend to her and to so many others, including me.

*not his real name.
Photo Credit: innoxiuss. Used with permission.
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The Parable of the Simple E-mail

Posted on November 8, 2013 by Esther Hizsa

Has this ever happened to you? You get an e-mail that explains a situation and then asks for a response. It seems simple and straightforward and you reply. But as soon as you press “send” you realize you didn’t read the e-mail carefully enough and missed a key piece of information.

If it makes you feel any better, this happens to me a lot. Far too often I have to send a follow-up email with “oops” in the subject line.

Sower Road Madison.Murphy

I am preaching on the Parable of the Sower this Sunday, and I’m thinking about Jesus’ question, “Are you listening, really listening?”

Jesus used everyday examples of bread, coins, sheep, and seeds to tell parables. Yet there was always a twist, something culturally unexpected, like a shepherd that would leave ninety-nine sheep unguarded to go off and find the one that was lost. His parables surprised and confused people.

This was intentional. Jesus wanted them to listen deeply and hear something different in what he was saying. His listeners had perceptions of God or God’s kingdom that weren’t true, and his parables challenged these perceptions. If they listened, really listened, they would hear the truth about God, and that truth would change how they lived and bear fruit in their lives.

Sower Withered Madison.Murphy

 

Jesus still uses everyday things to tell parables–like the Parable of the Simple Email. This parable isn’t about how I respond to emails; it’s not about how I respond at all.  That’s the surprise. It’s about how I listen.

The parable invites me to slow down and listen more carefully to others, not just to their words, but to them–to listen under what they are saying and hear what they’re experiencing. He wants me to hear what’s true: that they’re sad, lonely, excited, at peace, afraid, or losing hope.

Jesus calls me to listen with him.

Some truth can be too much to bear. But he promises to bear it with me, helps me pray for them, and teaches me how to respond.

Sower Thorns Madison.Murphy

He sows the seeds of his kingdom everywhere.  And if I listen, really listen to the parables in my life, I may recognize my false perceptions and be changed. And that change, Jesus promises, will bear fruit.

Sower Rooted Madison. Murphy

 

Credits and references:
Luke 8:4-8 (The Message)
Images of the Parable of the Sower by Madison Murphy. Used with permission.
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Seeing

Posted on November 1, 2013 by Esther Hizsa

grass seed pod by Ed DahlA friend of mine recently returned from a three hundred kilometre pilgrimage in the United Kingdom. She and her husband walked twenty-five kilometres a day, much of it in silence. As they walked, she experienced a deepening stillness that enabled her to see far more than she had when they set out. She said, “At first I took photographs of things I wanted to remember; by the end I was taking pictures of what I saw.”

I felt drawn to the inner stillness that opened her eyes in the same way Jesus opened the eyes of the man born blind.

It never ceases to amaze me that the first thing that man ever saw was Jesus–standing right in front of him.

Jesus is right in front of us. Psalm 139 attests that there is no place we can possibly be where God is not, even in the darkest night of depression, pain, or grief. But often we don’t see him.

Perhaps it is because we are moving too quickly.

If there was ever a person honed in the art of slowing down and seeing God in her everyday life, it is Annie Dillard. She writes,

When I was six or seven years old, growing up in Pittsburgh, I used to take a precious penny of my own and hide it for someone-else to find. It was a curious compulsion; sadly, I’ve never been seized by it since. For some reason I always “hid” the penny along the same stretch of side-­walk up the street. I would cradle it at the roots of a sycamore, say, or in a hole left by a chipped-off piece of side-walk. Then I would take a piece of chalk, and, starting at either end of the block, draw huge arrows leading up to the penny from both directions. After I learned to write I labeled the arrows: SURPRISE AHEAD or MONEY THIS WAY.  I was greatly excited, during all this arrow-drawing, at the thought of the first lucky passer-by who would receive in this way, regardless of merit, a free gift from the universe. But I never lurked about. I would go straight home and not give the matter another thought, until, some months later, I would be gripped again by the impulse to hide another penny.

It is still the first week in January, and I’ve got great plans. I’ve been thinking about seeing. There are lots of things to see, unwrapped gifts and free surprises. The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broad­side from a generous hand. But–and this is the point­–who gets excited by a mere penny? If you follow one arrow, if you crouch motionless on a bank to watch a tremulous ripple thrill on the water and are rewarded by the sight of a muskrat kit paddling from its den, will you count that sight a chip of copper only, and go your rueful way? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won’t stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get.

– Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

fawn in the trees by Ed Dahl

O Generous God,
help us slow down
and walk with you
in eye-opening stillness.
Amen.

*

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Photos by Ed Dahl. Used with permission.
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Will I Open My Heart to God?

Posted on October 25, 2013 by Esther Hizsa

 Blessed Trinity,
I receive your love, your presence and this day as a gift from you.
I open my heart to you.
Please lead me deeper into your transforming love
as we live these next hours together.
Amen.

Amaryliss Opening up by Bill Gracie

Every morning, along with others in our dispersed SoulStream community, I say this prayer. The first sentence tells us what God does. All Three Persons of the Trinity love us, remain with us, and give us each day.

The second line, the line I most often forget to say, reminds me of what I must do: open my heart to God. But will I do it?

I picture myself opening up my heart. Inside is my life, not as I’d like it to be, but as it is. I feel anxious, like I did that day the minister came to visit and asked to use the washroom. The main one was occupied and before I could stop Fred, he ushered the reverend into our bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom–the only two rooms I hadn’t cleaned.

Opening our hearts to receive anyone’s presence is a risky business. Inevitably they will find our grimy edges and be tempted to judge us. And sometimes they do.

It takes courage to let Jesus wander around your house. But when I am brave enough to invite him in, I am often surprised by what he notices and how he responds.

Like the time I had an argument with someone. It was days before I could meet Jesus at the door and look him in the eye. He noticed my apprehension and said softly, “I know why you’ve been avoiding me. You think I’ll take his side.”

Amaryliss- a work in progressAs soon as I began to pray, I knew it was true. I sat with that thought in the spacious silence until the din of fear receded, and it was quiet enough to hear God’s heart.

I asked Jesus what he saw.

The Holy Spirit stirred in my belly, sending a warmth into my chest. My shoulders and arms relaxed. I felt how important it was to God that I had spoken up for myself and been heard. I knew it without a doubt.

As I sat longer with Jesus, I also understood what the other person was trying to say and why he was angry.

In the last line of the prayer, I ask the Triune God to lead us deeper into his transforming love as we live in this world together. And I can see that is exactly what God was doing.

Photo Credits:
Morning Prayer of the SoulStream Community written by Karen Webber. Used with permission.
“Amaryliss Opening Up” by Bill Gracey. Used with permission.
“Amaryliss” by Bill Gracey. Used with permission. 
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Praying in the Cracks

Posted on October 18, 2013 by Esther Hizsa

joannagoddard.blogspot.comI went to my first spiritual director a dozen years ago while I was studying at Regent College.

After a few sessions my director said gently, “You have a lot of noisy, discouraging tapes playing in your head. I can’t compete with them.”

I swallowed hard. “What can I do?”

“Do you pray?” she asked.

“Yes. Sometimes. Not as much as I’d like.”

“How about praying in the cracks?”

“The what?”

“The cracks. The spaces that naturally occur in your day as you walk from one class to another, as you stand in line at the grocery store, or even as you wait for an elevator.  In those spare moments, instead of thinking about what you need to do next or trying to solve problems, just allow God to love you.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes. Do you think you can do that?”

“Sure,” I said skeptically.

“Trust me. If you pray in the cracks, it will change your life.”

As I walked from her office to the bus stop, I decided to try it. I began to pray and all kinds of thoughts flooded into my mind: things I should pray for, things I should do. Then I looked down at a crack in the sidewalk and stopped. Just allow God to love you, she had said.

jesusneedsnewpr.netLeaves—golden and red—caught my eye. Dry brown ones crunched under foot. I listened to the birds and the laughter in the distance, and I thought about being God’s beloved child.

After that, whenever I found myself waiting for anything (and remembered to pray), I quieted my heart and imagined God saying to me, “You are my beloved child, with you I am well pleased.”

In those cracks God deposited seeds of Christ’s kingdom. Before long I found myself relaxing in the shade of a mustard tree, with more freedom to pray and enjoy God’s presence.

A dozen years later I still pray in the cracks. And those old tapes? They’re not as loud as they used to be.

Credits:
Photo from The Bean and Bear
Painting by Christian Asuh
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In This Precise Location

Posted on October 11, 2013 by Esther Hizsa

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Howard, Leonard, Penny, Sheldon, and Raj in the TV series Big Bang Theory

I’m into the second week of my cold with little energy to do more than watch Big Bang Theory. I borrowed Season Three from the library and put my feet up. In one episode a guest is invited to Leonard and Sheldon’s apartment. She is about to sit down in the vacant spot on the couch when Howard, Raj, and Leonard gasp in unison. “You can’t sit there! That’s where Sheldon sits.”

“Can’t he sit somewhere else?” the newbie asks as if this were a reasonable possibility. Before Sheldon can explain, Penny, the girl next door who is generally irritated with the obsessively compulsive genius, recites–word for word–Sheldon’s rationale for needing to sit in that precise location. Sheldon is delighted: Penny understands him.

It’s a touching scene and a welcome interlude from my current reality. My cold is getting me down. I’m bothered by things I have said and done and regret the inconveniences I caused others. When I record them in my journal I realize they’re rather minor. The offended will survive. I bet my transgressions are no longer on anyone’s mind but mine. That doesn’t comfort me though. If such little things bother me, I’m not doing very well. 

I’ve felt this way before; it will pass. But in the meantime I wish I weren’t in this overly sensitive place again. I think of all the reasons why I landed in this precise location: not enough prayer or exercise top the list.

I tell God how disappointed I am in myself. And what do I hear in response?

He simply says, “I know.”

Just like Penny, God doesn’t blame, he understands.

Unlike Penny, he can maintain that compassion for a whole episode.

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Blessed Trinity,
I receive your love, your presence and this day as a gift from you.
I open my heart to you.
Please lead me deeper into your transforming love
as we live these next hours together.
Amen.

– Morning Prayer of the SoulStream Community written by Karen Webber

 

Credits:
Image of cast of Big Bang Theory from Studio Systems News June 10, 2013
“Moonbeams” by Jessie Wilcox Smith (September 6, 1863 – May 3, 1935)
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Opening Doors, Dropping Keys, and Setting Prisoners Free

Posted on October 4, 2013 by Esther Hizsa

Sunday morning the new guy preaches again. He jokes and sings. He’s not afraid to say what’s true.

He’s not afraid.

He sees the stressed look on my face and winks. The man reminds me of Hafiz—the way he goes about humming and opening doors.

I take a deep breath of fresh air and give thanks.

Open Gate by Tym

Dropping Keys
– Hafiz

The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.

“The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
    because he has anointed me
    to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
    and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free…” – Luke 4:18 (NIV)

Credits:
The featured image of birds in flight,  not visible in every format, is by Anne Yungwirth. Used with permission.
“Dropping Keys” is in The Gift: Poems by Hafiz translated by Daniel Ladinsky, 1999. Used with permission.
“Open Gate” by Tym. Used with permission.
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Settling Accounts With My Fears

Posted on September 27, 2013 by Esther Hizsa

I hang up the phone and bite my lip. Did I say too much? Push too hard? Why did she have to hang up so suddenly? I took a risk and challenged her perspective; now I fear the worst. I’m afraid she’ll stop talking to me. I feel powerless. It weighs on me while I go for a bike ride with Fred.*

Anxiety prompts me to keep returning to my inner Fortress and pray, “Help. Please.”

The phone rings when we get home. It’s the same woman calling back. She explains why she had to end the call so abruptly and says she’ll think about what I said. I breathe out a thank you as I hang up the phone.

I enjoy the relief for a while until… another fear takes its place! I picture a whole queue of fears extending around velvet ropes and stanchions. The fears fidget and sigh as each one waits for its turn to make deposits and withdrawals. Sheesh! Will this ever end?

Queue by hktang

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The fear staring at me now reminds me that in a week I’m leading our monthly prayer retreat. “What’s your scripture? What’s your plan?” it demands to know. The questions send ripples of tension across my shoulders and down my arms.

Once again I return to my Fortress and pray, “Help. Please.” 

I don’t like these fears; I’d like to close my wicket and be rid of the lot of them.

“O that You would vanquish my fears, Beloved,” writes Nan C. Merrill in her paraphrase of Psalm 139. But then she goes on to say, “Yet are these not the very thorns that focus my thoughts upon You?”

I may be discouraged by the long line up of fears, but Jesus isn’t. He knows they serve a purpose: they bring me back to him.

I hope one day I won’t need them… or at least need fewer of them.  I suspect that when my fears have nothing useful left to offer me, Jesus will gladly close their accounts.

*

*Details have been changed in this story to protect the privacy of the person involved.
Credits:
“Queue” by hktang. Used with permission.
Psalm 139 is from Psalms For Praying:An Invitation to Wholeness by Nan C. Merrill
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What Jesus Cares About

Posted on September 20, 2013 by Esther Hizsa
A Field in Seed by Ed Dahl

A Field of Dandelions in Seed by Ed Dahl

Walking home from the store I run into “Philip,” a guy in the neighbourhood who attends our church once in a while. He smiles and says hello, but frowns when I ask him how he’s doing. He tells me again about his visits to the doctor, the constant pain, the cut in support funding, the struggle to make ends meet. I encourage him again to go to the church for prayer on Tuesday nights. He describes again the websites that stop him from going to church. According to them, most churches have been doing it all wrong. “I get so confused,” he says, “I don’t know what to do.”

We talk for a while, and then I say, “Don’t worry about figuring it all out. That’s not what Jesus cares about. What he really cares about is you and hanging out with you.”

Afterwards I feel bad for trying to fix Philip instead of listening more deeply. Lord, please help Philip. And help me be a  better listener.

The next morning I sit down to pray and recall my Grade 5 teacher, Mrs. Sidon. She was old (at least fifty) and stocky with short, tight curly grey hair and round wire-framed glasses. She wore plain dark dresses and orthopaedic shoes and liked to hold the wooden pointer when she taught. She was so strict that everyone dreaded going into Grade 5.

But I liked Mrs. Sidon; she was kind to me.

Whenever I was bullied or teased at school I would cry and run to the teacher. One lunch hour I was upset about something and found Mrs.Sidon in our empty classroom. She wiped my tears with her handkerchief and looked me in the eyes. “Ten-year-olds aren’t supposed to cry so much, ” she said.  So I stopped.

Mrs. Sidon didn’t ask me why I cried so much. She didn’t ask questions like that. Instead she gave me a valuable tool that helped me survive elementary school.

I sense an inner prompting to thank God for her, and I do.

I enjoy the feeling of gratitude for a moment until regret about how I spoke to Philip pushes it aside. That’s when I hear Jesus thank me for giving Philip a valuable tool to survive. “It’s what you had in you at the time, and it was enough,” Jesus says to me, “Thank you.”

Boundless gratitude is my soul’s response.

Photo by Anne Yungwirth

O my Beloved,
You have searched me and known me…
You encompass me with love where’er I go, and Your strength is my shield.
Such sensitivity is too wonderful for me;
It is high; boundless gratitude is my soul’s response.
–Psalm 139:1,6
from Psalms for Praying: An Invitation to Wholeness by Nan C. Merrill.

Credits:
“A Field of Dandelions in Seed” by Ed Dahl. Used with permission.
“Blowies” by Anne Yungwirth. Used with permission.
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