my haircut

I chopped off about 5-6 inches...

Another 'Safer than a Known Way' Sneak Preview

I am…

·         Christian

·         Reformed

·         Female

·         INFP (Meyer Briggs)

·         White

·         American

·         Army BRAT

·         Third Culture Kid

·         Baby in a Family of 5

·         Urban Community Developer/Organizer

·         Southern

            Single, but in a Relationship

·         5’2

I am distinctly me. And who I am – who God created me to be – impacts and even colors how I perceive the world around me. To fully understand my actions and my words, you must fully understand me – what lies at the core of who I am. And the same goes for you. For me to communicate well with you, I need to put myself in your shoes – take the time to look at things not only through how I perceive things, but to see things through your eyes as well. I find that much of my misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and misassumptions come from my failure to look at the world through other people’s eyes.

And to my surprise this impacts even the smallest of things. Did you know that text books and even the questions on standardized tests are written largely by white people? The wording of these questions connects with children raised in cultures similar to the authors putting children raised in my neighborhood at a slight disadvantage. We need an educational system that sees the unique and adapts for the uniqueness of each child.

And because I work for Robert (Bob) Lupton[i], I frequently get calls from all around the country seeking advice on how the caller can implement what we do in his/her neighborhood. I attempt to lay out what we do in the context of my unique neighborhood all the while explaining the importance of listening to residents, getting to know every aspect of the community, and – most importantly – praying for wisdom and discernment. And I also attempt to share that if the person does not fit the typical profile of the community, he/she needs to be extremely aware of the differences between his/her perspective and that of the community.

I am at awe with how when Jesus interacted with folks while on earth He spoke directly to where each individual was. I think about how He called His disciples to how he spoke with the Samaritan woman at the well to how He handled the Pharisees. Oh how I pray for discernment from my Lord to truly see each person who crosses my path.

Love, Christy

Not on the list in my letter, but probably should be - Worrier/Controller in Re-covery. Time Freak.

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[i] Robert Lupton is well-known and respected in the Christian Community Development world.

Nikon 7000 and Holga

I'm looking forward to playing with a new (Nikon 7000) friend and an old (Holga) friend. The place I bought my new camera had 120 film - woo hoo. Going to go out and shoot a roll of film in my neighborhood, get it developed and then take it with a new role to New York City! So excited!

Worst SA Clean Up of All Time

Someone dumped a bag of raw chicken. Smelled like dead body. Maggots covered the bags - the ones in the part are just a FEW of those present. GAG!

some EPC women

 

Easter at EPC

Pastor Carter

the room as the service started - it was PACKED by the end of the service

Melanie holding onto Pastor Carter's arm for dear life.

So much mother's love in this picture.

He was enjoying his friends...

Safer than a Known Way (May)

I left the Community Grounds Café – the South Atlanta neighborhood coffee shop – the same time as Mia[1].

Mia was headed to the Bethlehem Senior Center, while I wanted to drop my camera off at home. Our destinations being just a block away from each other I suggested we walk together. Mia wanted to first stop at J’s to purchase a single cigarette. I laughing told her she didn’t want one. Then Mia spotting my flip flops decided she wanted to stop at her place along the way to change into a pair of her own. I said I did not mind waiting, as it offered an ideal excuse for sitting on the wall and talking to passing neighbors. As we were walking away from her place, Mia remembered that we had passed the tree she had wanted me to photograph. As she was directing me back to the tree, a neighbor – Dana – sitting on her porch called out hello to me. I meandered down the street to the porch to talk, and Mia followed behind me providing me with an opportunity to introduce these young women who lived so close to one another.

We bid farewell to Dana and headed down the last stretch of our short trip. At some point during those last two blocks Mia asked me about when I had done Mission Year[2] in South Atlanta. I laughed and told her that while I loved Mission Year, I had come to the neighborhood on my own right. The inner city just felt like home. As a third culture military brat I felt more at home here than in the suburban world where I looked like I should fit.

And for no real reason I found myself continuing on the conversation to share about how in Bible study we were reading Colossians and talking about how Christ is the great reconciler. Told her I had been mulling over this verse and its implications on living in a diverse community. We pondered this idea together, as we made our way down Lansing Street.

And somehow in the midst of this blabbering we arrived at the Bethlehem Senior Center where a wide eyed Mia turned to me with her mouth open but silent for a few seconds before she shared the purpose for her trip. A small group in the neighborhood nervous about neighborhood transformation had told her that she needed to choose sides – as in white or black sides – and/or (not sure which it is) make sure their list of needs – demands – whatever you might want to call them - were met.

She had tried to ditch me multiple times on the walk, as she had been afraid that one of them would see her walking down the street with me – a little white girl, but that the random conversation had been exactly what she needed to hear.

I do not remember walking the last block to my house. Awe of God’s sovereign grace overwhelmed my heart while tears of frustration over the fact that we still deal with wounds created by slavery and segregation threatened to spill. I just do not understand how anyone can look at another human being as lesser than – cannot see the unique beauty of each personality they encounter. My heart aches and desires to share the great reconciling power of Christ.

Please pray (1) that my ministry might serve as a testimony of Christ’s reconciling work and (2) for Christians to desire to live intentionally in South Atlanta – boldly proclaiming in word, deed and being the good news of the Kingdom of God.

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[1] Names have been changed.

[2] Mission Year (MY) is a year-long urban ministry program focused on Christian service and discipleship. MY takes teams of people, places them in an area of need, and helps them to serve people and create community.