Category: radical discipleship


Urban Vision’s model is for those living in community to pay board and then share their room with a young person.

Luke 10 – sending out the 70

Three things:

1)      Don’t take purse, bag or sandals

Simplify your life.  Don’t take anything with you.  Feel like we need to have all of the resources/tools/time before we start.  Why would God give you a miracle when you already have stuff? (Jacqui Pullinger)

In order to be involved in significant hospitality in your house, what would you need to simplify? (discuss with person sitting next to you)

–          Queen-sized bed kills community (barrier to having people stay as compared with 2 single beds in a room)
–          Need a smaller couch (could move study into lounge then and have a spare room)
–          Work less hours
–          Be ‘present’ more
–          Share house to cover rent/mortgage

Hospitality means more if it costs you something e.g. person will know you are sacrificing privacy/personal space to have them. Sharing in economy of ‘enough’ rather than only giving out of my excess.

Average person has six groups of people they connect with:
–          family
–          work/study
–          worship/church
–          social/sport/bookclub
–          people we live with
–          Ministry e.g. youth work
Need to cull groups to create physical time.  Home can become a castle (has a moat, don’t let anyone in) or motel (only use it to drop gear off/sleep). We made a conscious decision to only have three groups: Family, work and then everything else combined into one.  Relocation is helpful.  Doing something like “Servants to Asia” easier than relocating in your own context.  We won’t initiate with wider group of friends – those who are committed to the friendship will be faithful to asking us.  Modular approach – go on holiday for a week – be deliberate about spending time with good friends then rather than catching up every week.

2)      Sending as lambs amongst wolves

Bad news for disciples.  Only thing he promises is that He will never leave or forsake us. Hospitality opens us to a level of vulnerability. Living in inner city, did I get beaten up? Yes. Can’t follow Jesus without it being dangerous.  You will disappoint your parents.  They love you and don’t want you to be hurt.

In order for me to do hospitality, what are the risks? What are you afraid of? (discuss with person sitting next to you)

–          duty of care/accusations (particularly for men around kids/youth work)
–          introversion of other housemates
–          are my kids safe?
–          my own personal safety (particularly for women)

Living in the centre of God’s will, safest place to be. Some lessons learned/benefits:
–          community
–          aunties and uncles
–          spend time debriefing
–          children are good observers but not good interpreters, blame themselves
–          know the background of those you take in (doesn’t necessarily mean that you don’t take them but you know what the risks are)
–          don’t have kids the same age as ours – creates a sense of competition/competing for space whereas if younger/older sense of difference and room for everyone.
–          don’t take anything into your house that isn’t going to be a blockage if you lost it e.g. ring from grandmother (hard to forgive if you lost it)
–          need to have a “no resentment policy” – nothing that will cause bitterness
–          once kids are at an age where looking for influence be careful about who you invite in, e.g. more cautious around that once children were teenagers.

3)      When you meet someone on the road, do not stop and talk. Stay only in one house.

What are the cultural distractions/idols that stop us from doing hospitality well? E.g. career, mortgage, super/retirement…

Downsize and take back control.

It is what you make here that is important not what you get there (illusion that grass is greener)

I am an introvert – throw yourself into it! For the first three months you love it and think everything is really great, for the next year and a half or so the noise of the people you live with feels like a constant annoying drone. Once you get to 2 years its background noise and you don’t notice it anymore.  Rhythm of prayer with focus on silence.  Run marathons – just me and the road.  Switch off into a book but can now do that while I’m in a room full of people.

Becomes obvious quickly where a young persons fragility lies.  Adults are better at hiding the dysfunction – structure our lives to account for our dysfunction. Once in community that doesn’t work, being in community wears down those self-managing boundaries.  Unprocessed-ness spills out onto other people (community will explode after 2 years).  If you want to have community need to have a high commitment and integrity to become who you are called to be.

There are always inclusion/exclusion factors/tensions.  In order to be inclusive at another level you have to be exclusive – want them to join kingdom of God, not to join us.  It is imperative that we have sustainability. Small core of committed people working to a common goal together.

Where do the people come from? Around Urban Vision, totally word of mouth. At Ngatiawa we get ex-prisoners, school guidance counsellor makes referrals. Need a maintain a balance between community members and punters – need more structures as you get bigger e.g. smoking circles. We made it a rule that no one was allowed to smoke with anyone else.

–          Don’t what it to be them and us, and this is a separation that reinforces that
–          Who is influencing? Those who are also struggling themselves
–          Have one struggler, bond with them before introducing another struggler
–          Strong sense of family/extended family (whanau) combine worlds.

When bringing in a new ‘struggler’ how do you find out what their issues are to measure/prepare appropriately for risks?

–          Can often find out some info from whoever is making the referral
–          Ask, what are you addicted to?
–          Ask, do you have any mental health issues?
–          Always other stuff that comes up as you get to know someone

~ I don’t want to know details/be polluted. Want to be able to relate to them as a person

The Word of God is written on our hearts not in our hearts.  Our hearts need to be broken for the word to come in.

Spirit is God travelling incognito – us!

The Spirit breathes energy into our tired souls.  Sustaining anonymously until we know we need a breath of fresh air.  It’s when we feel breathless/”’I can’t breathe” – we cry out for fresh air and the Spirit rises to answer.  Ezekiel’s vision of dry bones. Yahweh a wind that comes like a rush of air àrevival of a group of people.  God will breathe within it.  Coming of the Spirit restored that nation, giving strength and resolve to its people.

Jesus told disciples – not the rules and regulations but the Spirit at the heart of his being that gave him energy to be who he was.  They didn’t get it.  Be empty, open, receptive, create a hospitable space in your heart for the Spirit to come.  Disciples spent time in prayer – not rushing around but waiting until the Spirit came. Pentecost came and they were ready, speaking in tongues. I will pour out my spirit on all people. Spirit descends in ‘tongues of fire – takes ‘nobody’ disciples and makes them somebody.  In touch with core passion – who we were created to be in the first place.  Desire to fulfil our potential.  Creates more light than heat – we won’t burn out if we are being true to who God created us to be.  Need to be our true selves authentically in any situation.

Engage with struggle. No one with an unmet need – glimpses of glory in community.  Disciples fought over distribution of resources – sought the power of the Spirit.  Greater collective and individual control.  In Acts – they choose 7 men who are strong in the Spirit.  All agreed to give power to the minority.  Marginalised given authority to have control and manage affairs for themselves ‘today scripture is fulfilled in your hearing’.  Spirit is not only working in us but working in others – no culture, church, tradition where Spirit is not already working.  Go with the flow.  Grieve when it ends and wait for the breath of fresh air to come again. Fruits of the spirit are love, peace, joyfulness, self control… à where the fruit is, that is where the Spirit is already working.  Arrogant to think it arrives with me. Work with a Spirit of forgiveness and compassion, follow the spirit of text rather than the law. Pray “God fill us with the Spirit that was in Jesus” – a spirit of love and justice.  We don’t have a monopoly on the Spirit but we need to be open/receptive to it.

“Sabbath Economics”… is the conviction that God’s creation is abundant, and that there is enough for all – if we live within the limits of our needs instead of by our cravings (p5)

Over the coming months the Footscray Girl Fridays will be reading Sabbath Economics: HouseholdPractices by Matthew Colwell and invite you to discern and discuss with us.

Chapter One: Surplus Capital

This chapter uses a great analogy of comparing an investment to a horse: “You can have a horse and use only what the horse produces (the manure); or you can use the horse itself, and not just what comes out of it.” (p25)

We often focus on the return of our investments but what are we actually investing in? How can we make the principle and the return work for the fulfillment of our values?

How many loaves have you?

 

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Talitha: (Unmarried/No dependents/Renting) I went as far as opening a trade shares account once but I could never quite bring myself to transfer money over to it.  There’s something scary to me about a million+ people ‘out there’ deciding the value of any given thing in the ‘market’ on a given day.  It is faceless and I’m giving the power to assign worth over to people I don’t know.  I even struggle with superannuation and insurance and a sense that these are first world constructs that replace community – if we live in a community where people look out for one another wouldn’t we provide for one another in need and care for one another if sick or old?  I don’t think I want to buy into that construct because it doesn’t feel like the ‘way it should be’, luckily I don’t have assets or dependents yet so I can stay on the fence a while longer!  Urban Seed  recently shifted their banking to be with mecu they have sustainable practices with economic, environmental and social outcomes such as tree planting to offset a car loan or buying land that is set aside for conservation to offset a mortgage.  I think I have a bit of a brain block about how much work it might be to switch banks, I think they sound cool but don’t change my own practice (in our chat last Friday we talked about printing out the boring paper work and completing it together so we’d have some support and accountability around this!).  Last year to boost the economy Kevin Rudd gave us all a tax break and Seeds/MannaGum ran a bit of a campaign called “Manna from Kevin” …here was some surplus income, how could we think deeply about how we spend it?  One couple put on a free breakfast for everyone who lived in their street – some thought the invitation was a practical joke but some really close friendships have grown out of that first shared meal together.  Another small group together decided to pool their stimulus package giving them $10K to create a job to pay someone half a day a week to do work in their community.  I thought about it myself for a long time – I’m not from a wealthy family and I don’t earn a lot now – $1,000 represents a large amount in my world.  What is my duty to my family?  what about those things I could improve in my own situation like replacing a fridge which is small and every shelf is broken and it doesn’t even stay that cold so milk goes off really quickly… I had to go through a bit of a process around reflecting on the fact that if I was going to give it grudgingly then I shouldn’t give it all, just spending it on myself would be as bad.  If I was going to give it away I should do so freely and joyfully – with open hands. This actually took a few months of praying about it, reading some of the bible passages that relate to money (Mark 12: 41, Luke 16, Matthew 20…), I started to hear the stories come in of how other people’s money was bringing about such good results… by this time I knew I wanted to give away my money too but I felt a bit embarrassed that I hadn’t wanted to do it straight from the start so I gave it all away without ever telling anyone about it – it went to a variety of things but one I have an ongoing connection with is KIVA  essentially they make microloans to people who would get turned down by a bank for being too small, or risky, or would take too long to repay – it’s often something small re-roofing their house or buying a bicyle so they can deliver flowers not just sell them at their front door to build their business – I like the idea of empowering people to change their own lives and once their initial loan is repaid I can choose to re-lend it to another borrower.  That initial ‘investment’ has allowed me to make 18 different loans so far. KIVA is US based I think, a quick google search brings up Australian sites http://www.microloanfoundation.org.au/ and http://www.opportunity.org.au/ that might be worth checking out…  I think the last few years has seen a huge shift in how I see money – I think it needs to move around or it becomes stagnant, good gifts go into gaps – keep giving, keep getting. I bless and am blessed and there is ‘enough’.  In the same way that money, as paper and metal, carries the value that humanity all agrees to rather than what it is materially worth, I’ve come to give it a different value of its worth in my life – it’s on the same level as any resource of time or skill that I could volunteer to something. Those aren’t resources you can ‘bank’ you just have to make good choices about how you use what you have at any given time.  Does that make sense?  Activist Philip Berrigan said “Hope is where your ass is”, well, I’m putting my money there too.

Naomi (Married/No dependants/RentingMy basic philosophy thus-far: work for fun not for money, don’t spend more than you earn and don’t worry your head off about tomorrow. I like it simple.

Having pretty recently got married, it dawned on me that it’s probably about time that I grow up and think a bit about money, money, money. We got the joint account … but it hasn’t progressed much further.

To get ahead in life, there are a lot of things I “should” be doing with my money – figuring out the tax breaks, buying a property or two, working a job that pays a decent wage and making my way up the corporate ladder, investing in the stockmarket. The thing is, in comparison to the majority of the world, I’m already ahead in life. Far ahead.

The money I have represents power. Every choice I make with what to do with my dollars, makes an impact. $2 milk at Coles, where the prices are down, sure is enticing to the hip-pocket, but is it the ethical choice? Rent or buy? Drop a few coins in to the busker’s hat, or not? And I haven’t got a clue what my super money is doing while I’ve got my back turned!

And so what do I do when faced with the overwhelming and over-my-head financial options? I put the paperwork aside and the decision making off for a rainy day.

So our Girl Friday chat was a refreshing breath of honest questioning. We can talk all we want about the concepts of Sabbath Economics (and believe me, I do want to chat & see it more!) but what does it mean for our real, daily actions with our money? None of us has it figured out, yet, but the corporate desire to make some headway is encouraging.

Check out Ched Myer’s article on the Biblical Vision of Sabbath Economics. I’m still working my way through it. Hope to comment more.

Check out Marcus’s blog entry on the Questions of Jesus which explains why Seeds is based on queries and advices.  None of us has all the answers but we can be good company for one another while we try and work it out!

This morning made my way to Melbourne Town Hall at 4.15am for the StreetCount – it’s my third year now.
80 volunteers canvassing the city 4.30-7.30am counting those experiencing primary homelessness or “sleeping rough”
23 people were interviewed and 36 observed, down on the c. 100 of other years. A sign of improvement or do people avoid the count?

Indian Store manager at Macca’s on Swanston Street really engaged with us, pointing out people as they came in – “You need to talk to him.”  He knows who the regulars are – “he’s been here 6 months now”.  They are part of the rhythm of his work, the store is open 24 hours and they clean at c.6am.”Oh, they all leave while we clean and then they come back – give it twenty minutes. He asked us what the survey was for? what it was supposed to achieve? “I have offered to find them a job, I can find them a place to stay if they are willing to share but they say ‘I am okay’, I do not know how to help them if they do not accept my help. I will pray.”

I didn’t know what to think of such generosity and perhaps the punters don’t either…

Of the 7 counted by my partner and I, two were asleep, two we interviewed and three declined to participate – of these, only one wasn’t in/near Hungry Jacks/Macca’s.  It makes me think twice about  representative capitalist power of the 24 hour- junk food joints, for the person missing the last tram or who just has no where else to go these fast food meccas offer a haven of warmth and safety.

One man we interviewed in Hungry Jacks flinches as the street sweeper goes by, “it’s so noisy… I haven’t slept…”  This man is 55, his health is deteriorating – Type 2 diabetes, sleep apnoeia, high blood pressure and a heart condition. He was discharged from the hospital at midnight and has hung out here for the intervening hours.  Some have turned away from the formality of our fluro vests and clipboards before we even say hello but this man is eager, hungry even, to speak with us and share his story.  He has been married, had kids, was on the school board for 5 years and ran his own small business – his grief is palpable as our questions probe the reasons behind his circumstances – the questionnaire doesn’t ask particularly personal questions: age, type of shelter, how long have you been there… but this is his life.  He cannot understand how his life came to this. He does not understand how a society he has strongly felt a part of and contributed to now feels so far removed. I don’t believe I understand it either. “What is there for my demographic? It is easier for a woman to get housing, or if I had a drug or alohol problem I could get help tomorrow… I am none of these things. I pay my rent. What help is there for me?” A food voucher for $30 quarterly, a night of accommodation at the Gatwick – these are piecemeal placebos for the people searching for home.

Although technically the SAF event is on this weekend coming up (6-8 May) I hosted one at my house a week early so that Sarah could come – a community friend of mine who will be helping to prepare and serve food to guests this Friday.

I saw Sarah Wednesday and she asked “ooh, is there any chance I could try hangi?”, hmm… once I explained about digging the pit, huge bonfire, volcanic rock etc. it quickly became clear that it wasn’t going to be viable to pull together on short notice but we went with the NZ theme and had NZ cheeses & chutney, kumara & camembert cakes for an entree and salmon for a main with chocolate brownie for dessert (made with Whittakers naturally) and yoghurt flavoured with fijoa and manuka honey to take the edge off… just a little bit fancy!  Complemented by thyme and chillies from our garden – I had been shamefully neglecting my lawn but on the flipside we have three chilli plants! I’m sure if I had known they were there and tried to tend or water them they would have died off early… so procrastination is sometimes rewarded!

Sarah’s daughter Bella had us all drawing and, I will confess, no one resisted terribly hard – it was fun to have an excuse to be creative whether by our own inspiration or Bella’s firm requests! 🙂  Although everyone had pretty much met before, it was great to bring everyone into the room together and have some intentional time to get to know one another better.  From Lyn and Lyds fighting it out over who could go more chillies (those babies are HOT!), to laughing over my serving two types of potatoes with Aly who is Irish and thinks you can never have too many – it was a really fun night.

I guess the aim of these events is about stretching ourselves beyond the circle of who we know and who is familiar and reaching out beyond that circle.  Someone told me yesterday that English is one of the only languages that has the word “perfect” and its surrounding definitions of being very difficult to achieve.  The next closest word in other languages is “whole” – I think there’s something in that… remember, strangers are fiction…


A quote from A Two-Part Invention by Madeleine L’Engle

…most growth has come during times of trial. Trial by fire. Fire as an image of purification is found all through literature. Dante speaks of the fire of roses. George MacDonald’s Curdie has to plunge his hands deep into the burning fire of roses. In Scripture we read, “Our God is a consuming fire”. God is “like a refiner’s fire”. Moses saw God in a burning bush, a bush which was burned and was not consumed, as we are to be burned by this holy fire and yet not consumed. We are to be refined in the fire like silver. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego walked through the flames. The Spirit descended and descends in tongues of fire.

Satan has tried to take fire over as his image, teasing, tormenting us with the idea of the flames of hell. Dante understood the wrongness of this in having the most terrible circle of hell be cold.

Coldness of the last circle of hell; coldness of heart; lack of compassion; treating people as objects; pride, setting ourselves apart from the “others” – all these are cold.

It is a terrible choice: the purifying fire of the Creator or the deathly cold fire of Satan.

Soon after I became a Christian I was given a copy of “The Fight” by John White – basically a primer on Christian living for the newly converted, I can’t remember much about it except that I recall earnestly working my way through some questions at the end of each chapter and tucking these answers inside. My point, almost 15 years on, it that with a title like this I can’t say I wasn’t warned and yet I believe I’d like to register a complaint… does discipleship have to be this hard?  It does. It is the crucible that burns away the impurities and transforms or the seed that dies for a plant to grow and produce fruit.

“Will you lay down your life for me?”

You have to choose a path less travelled, and keep choosing it, again and again. ‘Disciple’ and ‘discipline’ are based on the same root word “to learn”. All manner of things will be well, not necessarily the ones you had planned, and you will be blessed abundantly. You will give more than you knew you had, find more that you knew to look for. But, fair warning, it will be hard work, it is a lifelong struggle against the tide of dominant culture and ‘empire’.

An exercise in stretching the metaphor but I wonder whether if there’s so much to see in the questions in Mark whether there might not also be something in his exclamations if they serve as an indication of the things he felt strongly about/speaks to with authority…?

1:25 Be silent and come out of him!
1:25 A new teaching – with authority!
1:40 Be made clean!
2:7 It is blasphemy!
2:12 We have never seen anything like this!
3:11 You are the Son of God!
3:34 Here are my mother and my brothers!
4:3 Listen!
4:9 Let anyone with ears to hear listen!
4:39 Peace! Be still!
5:8 Come out of the man, you unclean spirit!
5:41 Little girl, get up!
6:2 What deeds of power are being done by his hands!
7:9 You have a fine way of j the commandment of God in order to keep your tradition!
8:33 Get behind me, Satan!
9:7 This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him!
9:23 If you are able! – All things can be done for the one who believes.
9:24 I believe, help my unbelief!
9:25 You spirit that keeps this boy from speaking and hearing, I command you, come out of him, and never enter him again!
10:24 Children, how hard it is to enter the kingdom of God!
10:47 Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!
11:9 Hosanna! Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!
11:10 Blessed is the coming kingdom of our ancestor David! Hosanna in the highest heaven!
11:21 Rabbi, look!
12:38-39 Beware of the scribes, who like to walk around in long robes, and to be greeted with respect in the market places, and to have the best seats in the synagogues and places of honor at banquets.
13:1 Look, Teacher, what large stones and what large buildings!
13:6 Many will come in my name and say, ‘I am he!’ and they will lead many astray.
13:21 And if anyone says to you at that time, ‘Look! Here is the Messiah!’ or ‘Look! There he is!’ – do not believe it.
14:41 Enough! The hour has come; the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners.
14:45 “Rabbi!” and kissed him.
14:63 You have heard his blasphemy!
14:65 Prophesy!
15:14 Crucify him!
15:18 Hail, King of the Jews!
15:29-30 Aha! You who would destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself, and come down from the cross!
15:39 Truly this man was God’s Son!

 

I’ve been reading Binding the Strong Man by Ched Myers, it’s a much more challenging way of reading the bible than I’ve ever been exposed to before, and not just because I needed a dictionary beside me to understand it, it’s really grounded in something real and therefore relevant – for the first time the bible isn’t some collection of myths and legends or a problem solving oracle. Basically I can’t read it and not help feeling moved to respond and called to discern what this looks like for my own context… is that not what a bible study should be?

In Ched’s words (p.11) Mark’s gospel originally was written to help imperial subjects learn the hard truth about the world and themselves. He does not pretend torepresent the Word of God dispassionately or impartially, as if that word were innocuously universal in its appeal to rich and poor alike.  His is a story by, about, and for those committed to God’s work of justice, compasison and liberation in the world. To modern theologians, like the Pharisees, Mark offers no “signs from heaven” (Mark 8:11). To scholars, who, like the cheif priests, refuse to ideologically commit themselves, he offers no answer (Mark 11:30-33). But to those willing to raise the wrath of the empire, Mark offers a way of discipleship (Mark 8:34)

Here are some questions I pondered on my way to work one day – what are you discussing as you walk along? what things?

The other night I went to the 10th Annual Homeless Memorial. Once a year this motley community gathers to remember those ‘streeties’ or ‘parkies’ who have passed away. You can get hot soup, a hot dog, and warm clothes are available to take away. But it is about more than that. We are offered an opportunity to reflect on those people with whom we create connections, those with whom we feel ‘at home’, regardless of any material shelter. We remember those who now or have in the past offered light or warmth to our lives. Voice is given to the pain of separation from parents, siblings, children, society. Voice is given to the pain of decisions that cannot be unmade, things which cannot be unsaid and knowledge that we cannot go back – only forward. A humble gratitude is offered to ‘the people from the organisations represented here’, supported with warm applause from the crowd in and around the marquee.

We sing: songs we all know the words to. We don’t need song sheets. We cradle our lit candles and sprigs of rosemary.

Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill those of your needs
That you don’t let show
For it won’t be long
‘Til I’m gonna need
Somebody to lean on


They say we stand for nothing and
There’s no way we ever could

Now we see everything that’s going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don’t have the means
To rise above and beat it
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
It’s hard to beat the system
When we’re standing at a distance
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change


We hold a minute’s silence, and it is deep and rich and full. There are names unspoken…tears unshed…and hope unlooked for. We only need to look around to know we are not alone in this grief. We only need to look around to have more than our hunger fed, our coldness clothed… instead we know the truth. We are not strangers to one another as we thought. And a last a cappella chorus rings out…

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind but now I see