First Responders…with a dash of hope

Sometimes terrible things happen and there’s absolutely no reason why. Sometimes there are reasons. And sometimes it just doesn’t matter. I don’t know much about this story, I’ve been watching from a distance and am unfamiliar with many of the details, and…well, I’m not sure it matters. Our local newspaper, The Columbian, writes about it here: http://su.pr/2vC1z5 and here http://su.pr/1tzvIe.

Essentially my friends had a shooting happen not only in their neighborhood but in their front yard. What was so amazing, what was so beautiful was that my friend is a firefighter. So as the person to call the police and as the first person to make it to victim who had been shot six times he was fully prepared to care for this boy in ways that you or I would not have been. Even further, however, my friends family (including his wife and boys) are people who have spent the last many years learning to respond with love, grace, and compassion to anyone and everyone who comes their way. So not only was he equipped to deal with the physical stuff (and it looks like the young man is going to survive!) but their family has been an overwhelmingly amazing ‘first responder’ to the family and neighborhood’s needs as well. From coordinating meals for the victim’s family for a month to now coordinating a neighborhood-wide effort to honor the family through inviting a communal voice of hope with chalk (I’ll explain in a moment) they are finding ways to be responders with hope.

Once again, The Columbian writes about it here: http://su.pr/2KOtPB

So here is what I’m getting to. If you live in Vancouver or Portland, I want to invite you on August 21st from 10:00-1:00 to join the Hough neighborhood to “Chalk the Walk“. Chalking the walk is a Vancouver tradition (and a very cool one at that) but this year at 1114 W 21st, Vancouver, WA 98660 it’s going to be a tradition marked with a deeper message when neighbors and friends counter the senseless violence that happened with messages of hope, life, and togetherness. Want to join?

Here’s the thing. I’m tempted to end this blog by saying something like “It’s not about Nate and Jasmine and how they’ve responded. It’s bigger than them. It’s about the neighborhood, it’s about you, its about…” but you know what? You know what the reality is? The reality is that we have so much to learn from this family, from Nate, Jas, and their boys (yes, their boys seem to always be a integral part in leading the charge as well!). If it were not for their posture of responsiveness to their neighbors none of us would be entered into this story. If it were not for their families core of love, grace, and compassion none of us would be invited to be ‘second responders’, if it were not for them this story would look very differently. So, you know what?, while this blog would probably feel better if I expanded it here at the end to include all of us as the ‘moral of the story participants’ the reality is that we’ve got to be learners here! We’ve got to learn from the Cook fam’ how to be first responders with a little dash of hope.

While we cannot (and should not…and I WILL NOT) try to pretend like any form of response at this point will dull the pain and terribleness of the situation–our hope, as always, is that God can transform shit into something beautiful. That’s what he does when we allow him to enter into our story. He doesn’t always get rid of the messiness (oh how I wish he would) but he is willing to enter into our narrative and do something magically beautiful. None of us know where or how this story is going to end, but because of this families willingness to enter into the fray we all are being invited to bring a candle of light into the bleak narrative in hopes that light might one day shine through it.

So will you join with us on August 21st from 10-1 at 1114 W 21st, Vancouver, WA 98660 as a second responder of hope?

The Conversion of Place

I was reminded yet again last night the incredible power and importance in staking your flag into the ground and proclaiming “I am here now“. The willingness to be present where you are at has not only become counter cultural but it has become, what I would consider, a dangerously ignored way of living. Too often the geographical disparity between where we live, work, and play is such that we are left as scattered people living in five different relational and geographical spheres in a scatter-brained sort of way that does not cultivate a soil that is fertile for rootedness and growth both for individuals and as a community.

After laying on my back for what’s felt like weeks (has it been?) last night was my one last hurrah as I spent too much time at one of downtown Vancouver’s pubs for a birthday party and fund raiser for one of Vancouver’s finest. By the time I got home (after a couple of hours) I could barely move and my chest, leg, and sides were swollen and hard as a rock (though with all my normal exercise  this is pretty typical I’m sure…riiiight…) but what a way to enter into my final day of waiting for this surgery! I looked around this pub and saw person after person after person who were not just a part of an actual community, but people who had gone through a conversion of place. These stories are not mine to tell, at least not here, but they are powerful stories of individuals who have found new life because they (for different reasons) were able to lift their head up in downtown Vancouver and see the people around them. I probably should rephrase that somehow because I don’t think it usually happens on ones own. I don’t think the redemption stories of place often happen through one standing up straight and walking differently but rather it happens as one person catches the gaze of another and draws that persons eyes up to the place where they are at. Metaphorically we spend much of our time where we live, work, and play with our heads down. But the rockstars I spent time with last night had their heads lifted up (in one way or another) and are finding significance, meaning, and a life of sacrifice for the sake of others. They’ve had a conversion of place. I’m glad that place is downtown Vancouver. And while I absolutely love downtown Vancouver I don’t think it actually has anything to do with this specific place. If I lived in Camas I would hope to be able to be a part of the same conversion experience. It’s not just about the uniqueness and specialness of a place, it’s about the belief that there is something special about each and every person–that a place is simply a gathering of individuals–and that as we collectively lift our heads up and say I am here now we are actually recognizing the presence of each other.

So be present where you’re at. Be here now.