Baltimore City?

I have a call to Baltimore City.

It doesn't make any sense. I grew up in a suburb outside of D.C. with virtually no exposure to the urban realities of America's cities until I was 18. I am an Eagle Scout and spent one weekend a month going camping from 5th - 12th grade. As I got older I got heavily involved in mountain biking, backpacking, and rock climbing. When College came on the horizon I wanted to go into forestry and ultimately live someplace where I could pursue all my outdoor related hobbies.

Jesus changed that.

When I was in college I had the opportunity to do street ministry in one of the worst neighborhoods in Harrisburg, PA. Why 12 white students from the local Christian college decided to go to the hood on Saturday night at 8pm to pass out tracks still baffles me. The administration must not have known where we were taking the college van.

When we arrived on the scene I got partnerned up with a fellow student who was a pentecostal. I told her I would be praying for her and she could do most of the talking. She wasn't even 2 steps out of the van and she was witnessing to a woman walking by. She told me it was my turn now. I approached a young man standing up on a stoop. He was looking down at me. Intimidated and full of fear I told him we were out talking to people about Jesus and asked if he had ever heard about him. He said he had just gotten out of jail where he went to a few church services. My fear heightened as I was now witnessing to an ex-con. However, in that moment the Holy Spirit filled me and I began to preach. I don't even remember everything I said. But I told him about God creating the world and Jesus coming to die for us on the cross. The girl I was with was stunned as she watched me speak. From that moment on I knew I was called to urban ministry. I didn't know where or how but I knew I was called.

The adventure continued.

From there I went on to complete my B.A. in Urban Ministry at Moody Bible Institute in Chicago. I got married and we had our first child 9 months later. We stayed in Chicago for a few years after graduation serving in a great church, Uptown Baptist, and working. It was there that God called me to preach and plant a church. God then led my wife and I to move back to Baltimore with no clear plan other than to live and do ministry there. God opened a door for me to work with the Baptist Convention of Maryland Delaware to plant a Church in Baltimore. So we moved to Pigtown in Southwest Baltimore not knowing anyone to begin planting gospel seeds. We did a ton of ministry and had many experiences that changed our lives. One thing we did was paint a mural on the side of my house with about 20 volunteers from the neighboorhood. It is still there (632 Scott Street Baltimore 21230).

However, after 3 years of work and not a lot of fruit we were discouraged and burnt out. God led us to connect with a church planting network called Acts 29 (www.acts29network.org) and they assessed me as a church planter but one who needed some more training and growth. So I made the hardest decision I have ever made in my life and shut down the ministry I had labored to build for three years to focus on my family, theology, and personal ministry growth.

He sent me back.

Upon receiving the advice from Acts 29 to shut down the ministry we were also invited by Pastor Shaun Garman to move out to Portland, Or and do an internship with Red Sea Church (www.redseachurch.com). It was a hard time for me as I was working out all my feelings of failure at planting a church and questioning my call into ministry. However, God slowly began to restore me and build up our family and ministry. We became an integral part of Red Sea and were deeply blessed by our spiritual family there. We were able to do alot of minsitry there and be a part of seeing the church grow from about 80 to 140 in weekly church attendance. I learned a ton from Pastor Shaun who became one of my closest brothers and my spiritual mentor. He is my "Paul" and I am his "Timothy."

During our year and 10 months there I wondered if I would come back to Baltimore. There were times when I highly considered staying in Portland where I had a great spiritual family and an opportunity to minister. But, God would always bring Baltimore back to my heart. There was a time when I was particularly frustrated and asked God for a clear "sign" on whether or not we were to come back. Then he reminded me of a literal sign 2 blocks from my house. "Baltimore Next Signal." The image above is an actual picture of a sign down the street from where we lived in Portland. What are the chances that we of all people would buy a house in Portland right near this sign? I think it was because God wanted to remind us while we were there that Baltimore was next. It was coming up. And it came up... because we are back.

Congratulations if you got to the end of this long blog. If you know Jesus, would you please pray for us and the ministry God has for us here.

Dr. King and Me

When I was in college I began reading more on the life of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. I remember being deeply challenged and changed when I read his "Letter from Birmingham Jail." He wrote it, obviously, from jail to several white prominent Alabama clergy who had "published an open letter earlier... that called on King to allow the battle for integration to continue in the local and federal courts, and warned that King's nonviolent resistance whould have the effec tof inciting civli disturbances."

I want to encourage you to take a moment today in honor of Dr. King to read this profound letter.

http://www.stanford.edu/group/King/frequentdocs/birmingham.pdf

Dr. King challenged the apathetic "white moderate" christians and "white church" who at the time did not participate in the struggle for racial equality and often criticized the non-violent action of Dr. King and those with him. Listen to what he says...

"In the midst of blatant injustices inflicted upon the Negro, I have watched white churches stand on the sideline and merely mouth pious irrelevancies and sanctimonious trivialities. In the midst of a mighty struggle to rid our nation of racial and economic injustice, I have heard so many ministers say, 'Those are social issues with which the gospel has no real concern,' and I have watched so many churches commit themselves to a completely otherworldly religion which made a strange distinction between body and soul, the sacred and the secular."

This quote and many others you will find in this letter began to stir something in my soul and still does. "The church on the sideline" is still too often the norm when it comes to the still existing racial and economic injustice that exists in many impoverished black communities. In Baltimore, where I live, this can still be seen by taking a drive through the city. In any direction you go it won't be long before you will see impoverished communities one after another.

I believe there is a place in the church for a holy prophetic anger that moves us to action and I pray that Dr. King's letter, our own Biblical reflection, and observation of the existing racial and economic disparities that exist today would move us to action!

Please view this brief video a friend of mine, Mike Shive, made in honor of Dr. King
http://www.dvxs.com/video/mlkvideo-wmv.wmv

A blunt and a Conversation

I live in a great neighborhood. It is called Lauraville and is in North East Baltimore near Morgan State University. In a recent article it was referred to as one of Baltimore's more 'undiscovered' communities... meaning you can still get a large single family home for an affordable price.

Anyway, we love it and have enjoyed getting to know our neighbors one of whom is a single mom with several young men/teenagers living in the house. In case you haven't been around young black men in Urban America recently... one goal of these guys is basically to appear hard. So many of them don't know how to respond when their new neighbor does something which many of us consider to be normal... that is act friendly toward them.

I am the guy who yells across the street, "What's up man." I usually get a strange look and if I am lucky a nod and a "whassup" back. However, one of these young cats (slang for young men) has always been extra friendly with me. It seems like anytime we are outside at the same time he makes it a point to holler across the street at me. For some reason he wants to know me and hang out.

On New Years Eve I saw him out front and went across the street to talk with him. I found out I am about 10 years older than him and he recently got fired from his job but had found another one at a local pizza joint. He promised to give me 50% off on pizza. He asked me if I smoked to which I replied "yes" because I thought he was talking about cigars. Then I noticed he was referring to the blunt of marajuana he had in his hand to which I replied, "no." I rarely smoke a cigar and don't smoke weed. He told me of his plans to quit for awhile noting that he was tired of paying for it and that it wasn't helping him much in life. Even still he lit it up and smoked it like it was a cigarette right on the sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon.

I invited him to a new years day party we were having the next day. He didn't show up but promised me he would. I guess I was just glad to get to know this guy and I know somehow a piece of the gospel got through when a 29 year old white family man invites a 19 year old blunt smoking baltimore kid into his home.

One person at a time...

Today as I drove around Baltimore, my heart was burdened for the people here. I kept asking myself and asking God out of a sense of desperation, “How do we reach Baltimore with the good news that Jesus died for them and loves them and is offering forgiveness, joy, and meaning for life now and for eternity?”

The answer is… one person at a time.

This past Tuesday we had a New Year’s Day party. We had 34 adults and 21 kids come by. It was great! They all showed up and left sometime between 2 and 6pm. Many of those who came were from our church and some were a mix of people I know in Baltimore. But we also had some of our neighbors and a friend of Miriam’s from school come with her family. It was great to see a mingling of Christians and those who don’t yet know Christ all in my house watching football and eating food. I was able to have some spiritual conversations with my friends and neighbors but mostly we just enjoyed each other, talked about life, and football. Through Christmas cookies, ham, and noisy kids upstairs I think some gospel seeds were planted.

Last week I found out that one of the fathers I know from Miriam and Samuel’s school… his fiancé had just given birth to a boy. I congratulated him and then brought him a meal. It is hard taking care of dinner when a newborn is around so it is a common practice in many churches that to bring dinners over for the family so they don’t have to deal with cooking. Many new parents who are unchurched don’t have anyone helping out. So it is an easy thing to do to show someone the love of Jesus through a frozen lasagna and bag of salad. He was blessed and very appreciative that we thought of them and even called me later to thank me again. Another seed was planted.

I know we can hold great events that will draw a crowd (like Jesus did) and this is also important when we think about planting churches and reaching people for Christ. However, I think what we need most is an army of Christians living out their lives missionally week in and week out sharing their lives and sharing their homes with those who don’t yet know Jesus. This is how we reach this city… one person at a time.

Remembering Donta

I wrote the following article in a youth journal sometime in the spring/summer of 2005.' At the time I was church planting in Washington Village/Pigtown, Southwest Baltimore. I thought it was appropriate to put it on my blog after yesterday's post to show that the violence in Baltimore has affected me personally.

In Memory of Charles "Donta" Parks, 1980 - 2005

Recently God opened the door for me to do some mentoring in our community Middle School. Every Tuesday and Thursday you will find me at the school hanging out with two groups of 6th graders and one group of 8th graders. The staff is shorthanded so I actually come during school hours and take groups of boys out of class to mentor them. Through this outreach I have the opportunity to touch approximately 40 boys a week. We discuss a variety of topics in a group and I always make myself available to minister to the boys out of school or on a one on one basis.

Last week I asked the 6th graders a question, "How many of you have seen someone get shot, stabbed, or killed on your block?" About 80% of them raised their hands. Then I had them share their individual stories. If you had been there, your jaw would have dropped as one after the other began to share the acts of violence they have witnessed many outside their own front door. One sixth grader told us how a man got shot in the back and came to his door asking for help. While they waited for the ambulance to get there the man died right on this young man=s steps. Several of the boys had seen multiple shootings and knifings. One young man even saw his uncle get murdered and the gunman emptying all his bullets into his uncle's body.

The previous Sunday at 2am on May 8, 2005 (Mother's Day) my neighbor's son was stabbed in the neck in a senseless act of violence. That night I was awakened to some noise on the street and when I went to the window I saw Donta on the ground and his cousin yelling "call 911." When I made it downstairs and outside the paramedics were already there and Donta was being placed into the ambulance. There was blood everywhere. It was on the sidewalk, leading up my neighbor's steps, and in a large pool next to my car. So much blood had accumulated it was running down the street. Due to his tremendous loss of blood he was declared brain dead and died May 9, 2005.

So with this incident fresh on my mind and in my heart I decided to talk about what had happened. Several of the kids had heard about it. Some were definitely bothered. But none cried. Unfortunately this is nothing new to these kids. Children in Baltimore have to grow up fast as many of them are exposed to more violence by the time they are 12 than many adults see their whole lives.

The day after Donta’s death there was nothing in the news paper covering the story. No reporters came to interview the family. No news report appeared on TV. Why? Because almost everyday in our city a young black male is murdered. The media and possibly many of you reading this right now are desensitized to the killing that goes on in every American ghetto. I wonder what would happen if I were to come into your community school and meet with a group of six graders and ask them, "How many of you have seen someone get shot, stabbed, or killed on your street?" How many of them would raise their hands? More than likely not many would. Where is the Church of Jesus Christ? Where are those bothered by violence that occurs right here on our soil? Where is the justice for America's Urban Poor? What will you do for these children? Open your ears and eyes to see the poverty, violence, racism, and injustice in America’s Cities. Then in the power of Christ do something about it.

He who shuts his ear to the cry of the poor,
will also cry himself and not be answered. (Proverbs 21:13, NASB)

Baltimore Homicides

It is no secret to America that Baltimore, Maryland is a city that has a high amount of gun violence, much of which leads to an unbelievable number of homicides every year. This morning when I opened the Baltimore Sun I read a disturbing article about more violence and death that had taken place last night. On November 11, 2006, 2 days before his 17th birthday, Shawn Robinson was shot and pronounced dead at John's Hopkins. Last night about 50 family and friends gathered to hold a prayer vigil in remembrance of Shawn and as a stand against the continued violence plaguing our city. Right before the vigil began shots rang out around the corner. Quickly, police and paramedics arrived only to pull out a man shot twice and who also was pronounced dead last night at John's Hopkins. For full story see...

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/local/crime/bal-md.ci.vigil12nov12,0,1356936.story

As a memorial to Shawn, the streets produced another homicide victim on the same night and in the same community where Shawn was killed. The fact is that the killing in Baltimore goes on. Throughout the 90's our yearly homicide rate was over 300 hitting a high of 353 in 1993. In cities over 500,000 our homicide rate is only second to Detroit. In 2000 the city celebrated as it was finally able to get under 300 homicides. At a press conference on January 3, 2001 Mayor Martin O'Malley said, "The next big goal is to get it under 200." That statement alone is insane. How can 200 homicides a year be a "big goal?" How about zero homicides as a goal? But in Baltimore, that is a big goal that still has not been achieved.

Homicides are so prevalent here that we actually have a homicide map where you can look up your address and see where/when homicides have taken place in your community (see http://essentials.baltimoresun.com/micro_sun/homicides/) The fact that this needs to exist is ridiculous. Curious about my neighborhood I got on and found out that over the past year five men had been murdered within about a 5 block radius of my house.

1. Marcus McDowell (9) 5100 Harford RoadBaltimore, MD 21214. black male, 16 years old
Found on January 08, 2007. Victim died at Bayview Hospital, Cause: shooting

2. Antwan Askins (57) 2900 List AveBaltimore, MD 21214. black male, 27 years old Found on March 13, 2007. Victim died at Bayview Hospital, Cause: shooting

3. Ronald Daniels (85) 4700 Harford RoadBaltimore, MD 21214. black male, 35 years old Found on April 29, 2007. Victim died at scene, Cause: shooting

4. Gerald Smith (156) 4800 Herring Run DriveBaltimore, MD 21214. black male, 25 years old
Found on July 01, 2007. Victim died at scene, Cause: shooting

5. Mario Mauro (164) 3000 Rosekemp Ave.Baltimore, MD 21214. white male, 53 years old
Found on July 07, 2007. Victim died at JHH, Cause: blunt force

The friends of those killed have their way of honoring the dead. I took the picture above after getting permission from some young men in my old neighborhood. Seeing the make shift memorial reminds many of us removed from this that these are real people. The five men whose names are written above are men who I don't know but who my heart is broken over. Note their ages. Most of them were young men and more than likely many of them were fathers. These are just the homicides within walking distance from my house and I don't even live in a rough neighborhood when you compare our community with others throughout the city.
As of today November 12, 2007 our current homicide rate is listed at 256. I am sure it will continue to rise as we approach the end of the year. May we all be incredibly disturbed by this and may it force us to our knees in prayer and then to our hands and feet in action.

The Most Important Thing

I am in full time ministry and I do various things througout the day to serve others in and outside of the Church. However, it is 9:30am and I have already done the most important ministry of the day... I have opened the Bible and talked about Jesus with my kids.

In our house we have a small room off the kitchen where we usually do home work and eat breakfast. The table in that room only has 4 chairs and our whole family can't even sit at it. Most mornings I sit there with my three oldest ones while Beth finishes making lunches and Asher (18 months) walks around with a sippy cup (that's offical baby terminolgy) looking for something he can spill, knock over, or dump out onto the floor. After we eat breakfast I read some scripture for my kids, we talk about it, and then I ask them if they want to pray for anything or anyone before we head off to school.

For the past month and a half we have been reading the book of Acts. I don't have a devotional guide or anything special. All I do is read a paragraph or two and talk about it with my kids asking questions and helping them understand it (so far we have made it to the end of chapter 4). Today was especially good for me as a Dad. Asher climbed up in one chairs and was sitting with his big brother and big sisters. All four of our kids were sitting around the table while Beth and I sat on stools a little higher than the table at each end and then our devotional began. Each child participated (even Asher said, "praise the lord" in baby language) and then we prayed together. Today only Samuel (5) and Ellie (3) prayed, it was great.

I share this with you to give glory to God. I am in awe that I get to actually experience raising and leading our kids. For the first 4 years of being a dad this wasn't my heart. I didn't value ministering to my family the way I valued ministering on my block. I did pray with my kids and occasionally read Bible stories to them, but I did it in haste wanting to get to the "real" ministry on the streets in the cities where we lived (Chicago and then Baltimore). God had to lead me through an intense season of repentance to restore me back to being a godly father.

So as I begin my day today I do so with gratitude and thankfulness in my heart knowing I have already done my "real" ministry so anything else that happens today is just a bonus.