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Simple Acts of Kindness Lead to Salvation

Friday, November 9th, 2012

MoveIn is a movement of Christians moving in to unreached, urban poor areas around the world.

I live with a few others on a MoveIn team In Kitchener.

A couple years ago, we got to know a young man named Geoff* in the neighbourhood who had a troubled past. He never really said much to us.

He was addicted to drugs and alcohol, wore black eyeliner, goth clothing and some scary jewelry. He was stand-offish from us and paranoid of others.

I’d say hi to him. Occasionally he might look at me, but he’d never say hi back. I hate to admit it, but he was just someone I didn’t expect to come to Christ. We prayed for him at our prayer meetings and we’d often help his mom with practical tasks around her house.

One day we dropped by their home and were chatting with his mom when Geoff walked in and started talking to us. We were floored — he’d never said a single word to us before.

Basically he just talked about his world, the drugs he’d done and so on, and was trying to impress us with it. He also said, “I seen the stuff you guys are doing and it’s really helpful … there is something different about you.” We went home super excited, Geoff had actually talk to us! A few minutes later, his mom came over and asked for one of us to come over to talk to him. I went and the others stayed and prayed. He was up in his room and he invited me in and closed the door.

The first thing he said was, “There is something different about you guys and I want what it is you have.” To make a long story short, I explained to him that I was a a sinner like him, and that it was Jesus’ sacrifice and His great love for us that made us love others and want to serve them. We kneeled on the floor and prayed and he repented and asked Christ to come into his heart. The whole time my mind was just exploding. The same evening, we had him over at our house and talked and prayed with him for another hour. We saw such joy in his eyes. He’s still growing and has been learning to leave his addictive habits behind.

One awesome thing that just keeps blowing our minds is that he gives us a prayer list every week with names of people he knows need prayer or people he has prayed for during the week.

The neat thing is, it was simple social action, things like fixing kids bikes and playground equipment, that stimulated his questions and led him to say there’s something different about you and I want what you have. That was a really great thing to hear. Never underestimate what effect your simple acts of kindness are having on others. *name changed

Aaron is a self-employed “fixer of broken things” and enjoys using his handyman skills to help his neighbours. He lives with four others who have also chosen to movein to this neighbourhood. Together they pray weekly for their neighbours, and seek to find ways that they can practically serve those around them. www.movein.to

An Open Back Door

Friday, June 8th, 2012

I get it. Reading the Gospels it is impossible to miss. It is so evident. The fact that people miss it has spurred on many movements within the church. The “it” is this: Nobody should be excluded from your church!

Your front doors MUST BE (according to the way I understand scripture) wide open. We must allow anyone to be part of our community. The implications are the challenge, right? The church community will (hopefully) shift with each person coming in. Not that we shift who we follow in Jesus, or give up His commands. But if Jesus’ incarnation is actually lived out in each person in our community, that incarnation will have a slightly (or sometimes radically) different feel with each new person added to the community.

And frankly, I get that—theoretically. Practically, it’s not easy. But there is one implication to an open front door we are working out in our community in London—if we are to have an open front door, we must also have an open back door.

Christine was new to our drop-in. She was easy to talk to but very nervous. I noticed a bright bruise around her right eye. Whenever my questions approached her black eye, she quickly changed the topic. For some reason, she stayed into the evening. She didn’t really want to learn cartooning (the topic I was teaching for our art class that night). So she worked away at her scrap book. She pulled out papers, letters, and mementos from different moments in her life – all to make a wonderful design. She spoke up a little as she worked, feeling more comfortable as the evening wore on. Near the end of the night she went out for a smoke. I followed her just to chat some more.

“I never get to do any of that stuff with my friends. They think its all garbage and tell me to put it away,” said Christine.

“You are an artist. You have a real gift,” I told her.

“An artist, hah! Nah, I’m just foolin’ around,” Christine deflected.

“No, trust me, I used to teach high school art. You have a real gift.”

“An artist.Wow. Nobody ever called me an artist. You think so?”

It was an amazing night. We had made a connection. Other people in our community had welcomed Christine as well. It was wonderful to see someone in obvious pain receive intentional love. I have not seen Christine since.

Many people have come and gone during five years of doing this type of ministry. Our experience with Christine highlights what we’ve learned. Not everyone will stay. Why don’t they stay? It might hurt too much to be reminded of intimacy. It might be too hard to open up. Maybe we were too warm. Maybe we were too cold. Maybe, she just doesn’t like me.

I’ll never learn which “maybe” it is. But I have learned to give that person back to Christ. I need to trust that we are not the only community Jesus has going. We are not everything to everyone. But if we have an open front door, we need to allow that back door to be open too. Some people may not fit. And I need to trust that it’s okay for them to leave knowing that God is still working in their lives.

Touch Me Please

Wednesday, March 28th, 2012

Touch Me Please
I work as a chaplain in a geriatric psychiatry acute care hospital where I have contact with many vulnerable and marginalized patients. They struggle with illnesses such as dementia, Alzheimer’s, depression, anxiety, bipolar, and schizophrenia, as well as a variety of other physical ailments. The commonality for all patients is that they require higher levels of acute psychiatric care than they can receive elsewhere, and they are generally over the age of sixty.

Geriatrics and mental health are hot topics in health care, and as the political world continues to poke and prod at Canada’s health care system, I believe churches need to lead the way in intentionally ministering to these often overlooked populations.

This is the passion that drives my work in chaplaincy, and it is why I am contributing to this blog. Together I would like to ponder the question of “How do we provide spiritual care for people whose healthcare needs are complex and who are not sitting in our pews or contributing to our programs? “

Let me start by telling you about one of the highlights of my week. During our weekly chapel service we will frequently “share the peace” with one another. (Sharing the peace involves taking time during the service to have everyone shake each others’ hands and say “peace be with you” – a practice more commonly found in some liturgical traditions). I don’t come from a background where sharing the peace is common, but it has become one of my favourite things to do. Because it means that I can touch people. I can hold aged and weathered hands, look into a patient’s eyes, call them by name, and prayerfully say those powerful words of “peace be with you.” I feel something incredibly sacred when I hold the hand of a patient who is afraid to let go. When a patient is unable to talk but gently raises my hand to give it a kiss.

I am touching people who often receive minimal touch – they receive touch through nursing care or in stopping aggressive behaviours, but much less frequently do they receive the touch that communicates that they have value and are loved.

Touch is a beautiful thing. It is something that is easily taken for granted when you are in a relationship, when you’ve got kids clambering all over you, and when you’ve got friends who give you hugs. It takes on a very different meaning when you’ve lost everyone you’ve ever loved, when you are surrounded by strangers, and when both your outer and inner worlds are strange and unfamiliar to you.

I am pretty sure there are huge spiritual implications to providing appropriate touch. Just as I’m pretty sure that touch can be dangerous when you don’t take into account timing, gender dynamics, boundaries, and how your touch may be interpreted. I’m pretty sure Jesus touched people.

So, when I think of the question of how to provide spiritual care in a healthcare context, I think first of the value and power of touch.

Jessica Baker is a chaplain with Covenant Health in Edmonton, Alberta. She’s an endorsed chaplain through Vision Ministries Canada and a soon to be certified Specialist in Spiritual Care with the Canadian Association for Spiritual Care. She’s passionate about the intersection of spirituality, mental health and trauma care.