Author: Laura King - Director of Devlopment & Public Relations
here are so many things swirling through my heart and mind but every word that makes it to the screen just sounds angry. I began to question myself..."what am I so upset about?" I realized that at the root of it all was broken-hearted disappointment. The anger was really just a mask for my own character flaws. If I am being honest...I don't really like it when God points out my ugly parts. I am thankful that He doesn't just point them out but uses them as teaching moments.
The staff here at the CMC and many across this city work everyday to extend dignity to those that have been stripped of it and push forward to give a voice to those that have been silenced. That gets weary at times, one step forward and ten steps back. It's easy to point a finger and lay blame...it's easy to get righteously angry. When I can point an angry finger it relinquishes me of the responsibility to keep pursuing. It relieves the pressure of pressing on...that anger says I no longer have to hope for change.
In Proverbs 13, scriptures says that hope deferred makes a heart sick but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life. My heart is sick today. I long for a world where all of God's humanity is equal. I long for justice. My hearts yearns for a day in my hometown where a beggar has a seat at the community table and we all break bread together. I seek a day when those that "have" no longer fear those that "don't."
As much as I long for those things...I am also guilty. I am guilty of pointing my finger at those that I think are wrong because it is easier than examining my own heart. God reminded me that He hasn't called me to fix anything and He certainly hasn't called me to be a holy finger pointer, He has simply called me to walk, to love, to forgive. I lose sight of that.
Growing up I heard the old timers mention the "good fight of faith" For me the good fight of faith is cloaked in love and bathed in reconciliation. The good fight is laying the anger aside, facing the disappointment and reaching out anyway. The good fight is walking out my faith with others in this community and continuing to hope...continuing to hope for change that is inclusive of all of God's creation.
Authors - Sarah Wilson & Laura King
We have all heard of those places. People say those are the "bad parts of town." When you live on the other side of the railroad tracks, it is easy to place that population in a pocket and not give it a second thought. Attaching labels such as "criminals," "addicts," or "mentally unstable," to the neighborhood population as a whole keeps that line drawn between those that live there and those that drive by.
However, it's not the truth. Let me tell you who really resides across the railroad tracks. They are families that have chldren where your children go to school. They are United States servicemen who fought for our country's freedom. They are single moms who work at local restaurants. They are seniors who collect $735 a month through SSI.
They are our brothers and sisters, and when we take our blinders off, we stop seeing them for what society may try to convince us they are. Really, they are us, I am thankful that the people who come through the CMC's doors are seen as God's beloved. We believe that all people are God's creation and that they all deserve the same level of dignity, respect, compassion and love. They all deserve a voice....and a seat at our table.
Author - Spring Hunter, Executive Director
Names have been changed to protect the dignity and privacy of our clients.
“Mary” asked me to bring a food package and some blankets and supplies to her new house. She beamed with pride as she explained that she finally had two bedrooms and a running refrigerator to store cold items.
So I left the rest of my team to go find Mary’s new home. I followed her directions down a rough one lane road gouged by deep potholes full of mud. It was the rainy season. I passed by rows of homes barely more than metal shanties. Many had broken windows boarded shut, roofs that looked like they couldn’t possibly keep the weather out, and any number of other dilapidations you can imagine. Finally, I found Mary’s house. I was taken aback for a moment. This couldn’t possibly be the house she was so excited about. It was made of rusted metal, the door hardly hanging onto the front. The rotting steps were barely safe to climb, but I balanced there and knocked on the door. Soon enough, Mary was in the doorway beaming.
I stepped inside to a dark, damp room that smelled of mold and animal urine. She lead me straight into the kitchen to put the food into the “running refrigerator”. The cabinets were sagging off the walls and several doors were missing. When I opened the fridge, there were no shelves, but I complimented her on how cold it seemed to be and put her few cold items in the bottom. She quickly started the tour of her new bedroom and bathroom. The tiny bedroom had dingy carpet and another dangling bulb that barely lit the room. The bathroom was overpowered by mold and mildew and the filthy golden toilet balanced on rotten plywood that looked as if it could give way any second. I left the blankets there on the mattress that lay in the floor.
She asked me to sit with her a minute in one of the two chairs in the family room, and pray over her new home. As I sat in the chair, noticing that the window was broken and replaced by a piece of cardboard and duct tape, I realized that the dark walls seemed to move somehow. As I allowed my eyes to adjust, I had to consciously control my facial expression to mask my repulsion. The walls were moving with roaches. Countless roaches. I was hit with a wave of sadness that this place was the object of Mary’s pride. The “ “Nicest place she’d ever lived.” “Beautiful.”
It was about then that she paused her conversation and asked me to pray blessings over her home. Which I did, awash in my own tears.
I have had the joy and privilege of escorting several teams into Central America to do short term mission work. While I spent seven years weighing the pros and cons of short term foreign missions, there is one thing that has been proven true time and time again. God has faithfully used short term mission work to allow the missionaries to see poverty with new eyes. To recognize that we can make a kingdom impact in little more than a moment if we are bold and obedient. That may be in the form of a food package or a blanket that is desperately needed. It can be a word of encouragement, or a prayer. And my greatest hope in leading those teams was that God would stir their hearts to bring that level of obedience into their daily lives in their own communities. This community.
As I took one final look at Mary’s home, I realized how much it reminded me of my time in Nicaragua. It’d been a few years since I’d been able to do foreign mission work, but how ironic that Mary’s little third world neighborhood sits right in our own backyard in Conway. Yes. I have certainly been on mission these past few years. But I never had to leave my home town.
Author - Laura King, Director of Development & Public Relations.
I grew up on a farm in a very rural area of Lonoke County. I remember a trip to Little Rock when I was around the age of 8 with my parents. As we were driving through the downtown area, I was mesmerized by the big buildings. We came to a stop sign and a man was standing there holding a sign. I asked my Dad what the man was doing and I still remember his response to this day..."He's begging! He's got two legs and He's too lazy to work!"
Those words stuck with me through my formative years and into adult hood. I grew up thinking that homeless people were lazy and bad. It took an encounter with Jesus and homeless man on the streets of Memphis in 2012 to challenge my thought processes and the stereotypes I held of people that were different than myself. For the next three years I kept having these "chance" encounters with different homeless people where Jesus would show up and challenge the things that I grew up thinking were "right". Then one day early in 2016, I realized God had called me to this beautiful community of citizens.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago. I had the privilege of spending the day at a local VBS and got to speak with each class of kids for about 20 minutes. The church had asked me to speak about homelessness, how Jesus loves us all and how we can do things to help others. (Thank you to the church who let me come speak...it has really impacted me in multiple ways).
Kids will quickly and with no inhibition tell you what they think about things, which I love by the way. As I was talking with the groups of children and asking questions, some of their answers took me back to things I heard as a child...a child that was impressionable and held those words as absolute truths.
Jesus has spent years working on me...undoing the words I heard back then. He's still working on me, breaking down barriers and stereotypes accrued over years of hearing people talk. As an adult I've made many of those same mistakes. As a matter of fact, I still get it wrong sometimes. Jesus continues to show up in my encounters with people and it makes me question why I think the way I do. Are my thoughts and actions life giving or life crushing?
I am so thankful for the CMC, not only for the help and love they give to hurting people but also for the love and patience they have for me. They love me through all of my questions about humanity as Jesus teaches me about His love for all of His creation. He is teaching me that people are just people. We are all broken no matter what background and walk of life we come from. He is teaching me how to interact with people that I think I have nothing in common with...like 400 grade school kids at VBS and a homeless man on the streets of Memphis. We all have commonality we just have to be willing to search it out and get a little uncomfoartable.
BTW...just in case you are thinking ill of my Dad at this point....God has been transforming his heart and thinking too :)
Author Mike Rush - Storehouse Director
The other day, we had a brand-new volunteer helping in the Storehouse on a Wednesday morning, a day when we’re not in operation and other volunteers aren’t around. Her help was needed because on Wednesday, we pick up donated food items at one of the city’s local gas stations, and we’d been given almost 30 half gallons of milk that morning.
She was putting them in the refrigerator, preparing them for distribution the next day. I was bringing in and weighing the rest of the donation of sandwiches, corndogs, and eggrolls.
During one of those trips, she sought me out, frantic. "I’ve dropped one of the half gallons and there’s milk all over the floor", she said.
I helped her get a couple of rags from the kitchen, far too little for a half-gallon sized spill. She was desperate to clean it all up, but I explained it could wait, and I’d come back with a mop and bucket to do a thorough cleaning.
After the milk was in the fridge and were leaving, I could tell she was a bit despondent over what had happened. In the parking lot I said, "let me tell you something about spilled milk."
"There’s spilled milk here at the CMC every day. Each one of us takes our turn, occasionally, spilling the metaphorical milk. And I think it happens so that Jesus can use it to keep our faces on the ground before him, as a daily reminder that he didn’t bring us here because there was something special in us that he needed here, but that he wanted us here so that he could do something special through us."
And then I prayed for us both, thanking Jesus for the opportunity to serve together at the CMC.
Author - Mike Rush - Director of Operations
Each week, after our pantry closes and our volunteers have departed, we share the story of what happened that day. It almost always centers around our clients, and how Jesus revealed himself in moments throughout the day during encounters with those He has brought to the Storehouse.
However, He sometimes shows up in our encounters with donors, like He did just the other week.
I was outside the facility when a car I didn’t recognize pulled up to the curb. A young man, who could have been a teenager, got out and asked if this place was still collecting food. I blurted my response that we were, with a little more excitement than intended, as a young female got out of the other side of the car.
He quickly had a case of canned food in his hands and I said I’d get a buggy as the girl removed her own case from the car. When I returned with the buggy, we filled it with several cases of canned goods. "We wanted to help; I think we got what y’all were asking for", he said.
We like to get to know our donors, so I asked where these two were from. "Greenbrier", they said. They’d heard about Feed the Need and had made an effort to donate what was on our list. I was puzzled in their presence; they were so young yet seemed so independent and autonomous. I struggled for a question that would invite them to share themselves without my assuming too much. "Are y’all a couple?" I finally asked. "We’re engaged", he said, "as of last week", while she simultaneously lifted her left hand, fingers splayed to reveal her new gift of jewelry. They were beaming. Glowing, and then Jesus showed up.
"Look what I’m doing here", He seemed to say. These two are just starting, and He's led them to become ministry-minded donors. This is no chance happening. He's in this.
In fact, He's in every donation here.
She filled out a donor record slip, while I offered our thanks and then they were gone.
I watched them go, thanking Jesus for the people He brings here, brings into this ministry and our lives. And on this day, I thanked Him, especially, for donors.
Author - Laura King, Director of Development & Public Relations
A gentleman found his way to our office not to long ago that was so broken. His voice cracked and trembled as he began to explain his situation to the case manager. This man was not just down on his luck...he had been beat down by life. A succession of life crisis' had left the once successful business man completely broken, homeless and lost for more than a decade.
At one point he simply said, " I'm so lost, I need a place to call home...I need a purpose again". While I don't even begin to think that I know what it's like to be in his shoes, I can identify with him. I know what it it is like to feel completely lost in life. I was my mother's caregiver for many years and eventually walked through her battle with cancer until she passed away. I was also broken, lost and needed a purpose. I didn't know what to do with myself and by the end of that journey I bore so many scars and wounds that I didn't think God would ever be able to use me again.
Like this man, I was drawn to this place called the Ministry Center. I felt drawn to this place where there were other broken lives and shattered dreams....this place where I could belong the way I was because I didn't fit anywhere else. He came in looking for hope and purpose...so did I.
Today, as I sit here in the office, I hear the door bell ring, the chatter of volunteers, Mike's mound of keys jingling down the hall and I am in awe of all that God has done and I am thankful. I am thankful to my Creator who is still working on me. I am thankful that He dropped the vision of a Ministry Center into someones heart. I am thankful for the broken lives that continue to come through the doors looking for hope and purpose. I am thankful for the Jesus that meets all of us broken individuals here every day and binds our wounds in a way that only He can.
By Laura King - Director of Development & Public Relations
A week or even a day at the CMC never looks the same. We meet so many families and individuals all seeking relief from the present crisis that has them bound. The needs are as different as the stars in the sky.
There is one particular young man that I can't get off of my mind this morning. He stopped by looking for a food pack and a couple of articles of clothing last week. I remember my first encounter with him almost 2 years ago... He had come to the Storehouse for food. We had a conversation that involved the Hubble Telescope and Quantum Physics. I quickly realized I was in way over my head.
This young man is special but the world doesn't always see that. Many times people are afraid of him because...well he isn't like them. He dresses different, he struggles in public situations and battles some mental illness. The guy we have had the pleasure of getting to know is one of the most gentle and loving human beings I have ever encountered. I have seen him refuse services because there are other people in need. He is so soft spoken that sometimes I have a hard time hearing him.
He came in last week to get some basic needs met and in turn he met some of our basic needs. Kathy (who runs the front desk) had been taking care of him and asked if she could pray with him before he left. He said yes and then prayed a beautiful prayer over her and the CMC. This young man loves Jesus and it is evident in so many ways.
The mission work that takes place here is amazing but some days are hard. Some days you wonder if God made a mistake because you feel so unqualified to be here . Some days the needs that come through the door are devastating and it drains you until you are empty.
Then God gives you a day like last Wednesday. A day where the very ones you are serving lift you up and pray strength and blessings over you. God knows our every need from food and clothing to us needing encouragement and having life spoken into and over us. We often say that we are broken people serving broken people. Jesus showed me again last week how much he loves us...all of us.
I am thankful for this place, I am thankful for the lives that serve here and I am thankful for the beautiful souls that come through the door. I am thankful that I encounter Jesus walking among us, meeting us where we are and showing us what love really looks like.
Author, Sara Wilson - CMC Case Manager
Last week something amazing happened that I just wanted to share. I received a call one evening from another staff member, informing me that there had been a client at the Storehouse that was asking about a pair of steel toed work boots that she needed in order to start a new job on Monday.
The Storehouse helped get the client connected to the CMC office and on Friday when the doorbell rang, I recognized who the lady was. She told me that she was checking on some steel toed boots. A friend of the CMC had purchased a new pair of boots and dropped them off. As soon as she laid her eyes on the newly bought shoes, she started to cry, not believing that someone could care enough about her to do such a nice thing. I sat down on the floor in front of her and slowly helped get her ragged tennis shoes off so we could try on the boots. By the time she was laced up and trying them out, the tears flowed heavily and her praises revealed that she recognized God's faithfulness in providing these boots so that she could go to work on Monday.
She was putting some food and water in her backpack when she reached inside and pulled out a piece of cardboard that read, "Please help me. I need a pair of "steal" toed boots for work," written on it. She said that where she had been standing, several people had stopped and rolled down their window long enough to shout at her that she had incorrectly spelled the word "steal." They then rolled up their windows and drove away. Her pain was acknowledged, but instead of trying to help, they drove away. She didn't want money. She didn't ask for food or even a place to stay. She simply needed a pair of boots for work on Monday.
That day was different for my homeless friend who was reminded of the faithfulness of God. One look from God in her direction was all she needed to realize that she is precious to Him. Not only is He good to give strength to the weary that come inside, He is good to allow those of us whom are called to serve a glimpse of Him each day.
One part of the Lord's prayer reads, "Give us this day, our daily bread," and I don't think that Jesus was talking about food in particular. I think that moments like these are the bread that we need to sustain us. Reminders of His faithfulness, goodness, love and compassion. That's the real life sustainer because when it comes from the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, we have all we really need.