Thursday, May 31, 2007

Runaway Rescue

Zale was at his wit's end. He was being bullied at school, his mom wasn't listening, and he missed his little brother. Fed up and frustrated, he decided to run away. He was on the outskirts of town, marching furiously, and planning to hit the highway. He was going to hitch a ride to visit his brother up North. Zale is 11 years old.

On the other side of town, Mel and Murray decided to purchase a pair of rollerblades for the women to use at the Women and Family Home. For $15, this size 6 pair of blades is a great deal. They get them home, and lo and behold, they are missing the wheels!!

Embarrassed, the store owners said they could pick any pair off the rack for free! Well, they went with a size 8, so more women could borrow them. In the meantime, they decide this has taken up a fair chunk of their day, so why not go out for dinner? Where to?

"How about all the way across town to Rochdale. We'll try a new place."

Usually Mel isn't crazy about driving across town, but today they are in no rush and so, "Why not?"

Off they go and they finally reach the boonies and they see this boy on the side... "Wait! Stop the car! It's Zale!!"

Previously Zale had discovered he could lock himself in his room, and in a fit of anger, decided to do this. Not his mother, his sponsor, the women, female staff, Ken or me could get him out. But, Mel had helped him enough times with problems at school and after school that he trusted her. Out he came. And quickly we made sure the door could not lock from the inside ever again!!

Well, Mel and Murray's plans were no coincidence. Melanie is probably the only one who could have convinced Zale to get back into the car that afternoon. And she is the only one he would have believed when she said she would call the police before letting him hitchhike to North Battleford. They invited him for supper but he was upset, tired, and confused. They took him back home, where Mom and others had been frantically searching.

The lost has been found. The runaway has been rescued. I wonder if Mel and Murray ever went to dinner that night.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Four Reasons Christians Should Give Big

Four Reasons Christians Should Give Big

Presentation Notes from an
Interview with Hugh O. Maclellan, Jr.
President, The Maclellan Foundation
Chattanooga, Tenn

1. God owns it all. God has all the rights. We have all the responsibilities. We are accountable!

Stewardship cannot be faked. Your chequebook shows your stewardship.

2. Only way to break the power of money.

3. Eternal rewards are definitely associated with obedience in this area.

4. You will experience the joy of giving.


WHY CHRISTIANS DON'T GIVE MORE?
-Don't Plan To
-Don't Know How
-Don't Know They Can
-Not Asked
-Limited Relationship
-Limited Vision For This Ministry
-Financial Problems
-Spiritual Problems

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

I Love Regina!

The article below is already months old. I've been wanting to comment for some time, but it's been a busy year!! In actuality, Gatehouse's article in Macleans came at an opportune time for us. We had just purchased a building in North Central. The Catholics had to give up their gorgeous Sacred Heart Church, so we purchased it, began services, and moved 9 women and their children into the Rectory! This doubled our Womens LifeChange Program capacity, and allowed us to move single dads into the family wing across the street. We are now quite possibly the only residential recovery program for single dads in the country!

At the same time, we were announcing a merger of two major ministries in the city of Regina. Souls Harbour and Regina RESCUE Mission (headquartered in the now infamous North Central) were joining forces to provide a full continuum of care for the needy in our city.

Not only that, the three levels of government held a press release announcing the grant to the new Souls Harbour RESCUE Mission of a 30 suite apartment block and emergency shelter, to be built... you guessed it, in North Central!

So, yes, the press was all over us that week. And now it's a rare person in this city that hasn't heard of the all-new Souls Harbour RESCUE Mission.


But what do I REALLY think of this article? I do have a few thoughts I've been mulling over.

1. The title was sensationalistic, meant to grab your attention, tabloid style.

2. North Central Regina IS an impoverished neighbourhood, but no worse than other neighbourhoods in Canada. Have you ever walked the streets of East Vancouver?

3. Bathgate didn't do a thorough enough job reporting if he didn't interview the largest service provider in North Central Regina. With a million dollar budget, Souls Harbour RESCUE Mission makes their headquarters in North Central, and serves this neighbourhood as well as the Core.

We provide 107,000 meals annually, over 30,000 nights of lodging, and, our signature program takes many men, women, and families off the streets for good. Not only do they leave their former lifestyle, they move back into this community (with our promotion) and begin to give back through church, our alumni program, and work and/or volunteerism.

Further brief, yet EXCELLENT reading on the subject by my blog friend, Lee Harding:

1. What's missing in Macleans
2. Canada's Worst Neighbourhood Part II

Canada's Worst Neighbourhood

Canada's worst neighbourhood
Macleans Magazine
JONATHON GATEHOUSE
Mon Jan 8, 12:00 AM


How did the province where medicare was born end up with a city this frightening?

The Jackson Pollock-style burgundy stains that dot the living room ceiling are known locally as "victory marks." Syringe-cleaning celebrations of a successful hit, where addicts shoot what's left of the mixture of blood and drugs skyward. There are faint signs of habitation in the rest of the apartment -- a dirty T-shirt on the floor of the bedroom closet, a single wiener and a half-finished McDonald's soft drink in the fridge. But the blackened spoon on the kitchen counter and used needle behind the couch dispel any lingering doubts about the basement flat's primary use. City officials are here looking for an excuse to close the shooting gallery down. The health inspector checks the bathroom -- filthy but functional. Apart from a broken window, the city's man finds the place in good structural order. It's the firefighter who finds the potentially fatal flaw -- exposed live wires behind the broken stove. The door is locked and the placard goes up: "Unfit for Human Occupation."

By the standards of Regina's inner city, the apartment isn't even that bad. The first home the municipal Housing Standards Enforcement Team -- a joint effort by local authorities and citizens' groups to crack down on slumlords -- ever visited was infested with rats. The tenant cried when he lifted his shirt to show the bites the rodents inflicted as they crawled over his mattress at night. Brenda Mercer, the president of the North Central Community Association, is often the first through the door. She rattles off other low-lights: people using the oven to heat their homes in the dead of winter. The man with the mousetraps on his stove top to combat the vermin that kept snatching his dinner from the frying pan. Multiple dwellings with no plumbing because the occupants have ripped out the copper pipes and sold them for drug money. "We're living in a Third World country here," she says.

The enforcement team has begged, bluffed and cajoled its way into 500 downtown rental properties since it got started in 2004. Close to a quarter of them have been padlocked for deficiencies, safety problems or just general insalubrity, and the landlords ordered to make repairs. Social workers are dispatched to find the tenants new accommodations, offer help with detox, and, when necessary, take kids into protective custody. Not everyone welcomes the aid or the scrutiny. On this day, one slumlord is shadowing the team in his white pickup as it makes its way through the neighbourhood. As the officials pull up at their next stop, the man across the road hustles his kids inside and shuts the door.

The project is one of the most visible efforts to help this small prairie centre, population just under 200,000, deal with some awfully big-city problems. Inner-city Regina -- effectively two neighbourhoods, North Central and the area east of the downtown known as the Core -- is among the poorest spots in urban Canada. Thirty per cent of residents depend on government assistance. Local food banks deal with more than 3,600 requests a month. The health authority, which last year distributed 1.8 million needles, estimates there are more IV drug users per capita than on Vancouver's Downtown Eastside. Girls as young as 11 or 12 regularly work the stroll. Regina's high incidence of break and enters, car thefts, street robberies and violent assaults has placed the city at the top of Canada's urban crime rankings for nine of the past 10 years. (An overall 15 per cent drop in criminal code offences proved just enough to land the city second place in 2005, right behind Saskatoon -- 13,194 incidents per 100,000 population versus 13,236.)

And while Regina's crime problem may be city-wide, there's no question where its epicentre lies. North Central -- 153 blocks, 153 back alleys, sandwiched between the CN and the CP rail tracks -- accounts for a quarter of all police calls. There are no massive housing projects here, just tiny 1920s-vintage workers' cottages on tree-lined streets. Some are well maintained, others barely qualify as shacks. They all sell for less than most new cars. Six per cent of North Central's 10,500 residents move every month. The median household income is just over $25,000 -- half the city average. A typical child will attend all four of the neighbourhood's elementary schools in the course of a single academic year.

It didn't get that way overnight. Morris Eagle, the executive director of the Welfare Rights Centre, a local advocacy group, says the neighbourhood was working-class when he bought his home in 1973. Now it's dirt-poor and dangerous. Wheeling through the streets in his battered SUV, he points out the crack houses, the gang members congregating on street corners, the subsidized housing units that stand empty because the kind of responsible tenants who qualify to rent them want nothing to do with North Central. "Where I live, I wouldn't walk on the street after 10 o'clock at night if you gave me a whole week's wages," says Eagle. "People are afraid."

Outside the shooting-gallery apartment, Cpl. Ray Van Dusen, a community liaison officer with the Regina Police, gestures toward a white house with the street number painted on red wooden hearts. The woman who lived there was recently evicted because she was running her six daughters -- all under the age of 18 -- as prostitutes, he says. A couple of doors away there's a little parkette. It used to have a jungle gym but the city had to remove it -- too many mothers were parking their kids there while they sought fixes or turned tricks in the wee hours of the morning. Standing on the cracked sidewalk, with a breeze stirring the big elms that arch high overhead, it's easy to believe that this is the worst neighbourhood in Canada.

Maybe it's a relic of his past as an amateur boxer -- 1980 Canadian amateur Bantam Weight champion with a lifetime record of 84-40 -- but Pat Fiacco, the mayor of Regina, is a glass-half-full kind of guy. Under his tenure, the city has become a capital of positive thinking. He wears an "I love Regina" shirt practically everywhere he goes. When he launched his civic pride campaign in 2002, the pep rally, complete with pipe band and RCMP colour guard, delivered an upbeat imperative. "There's a simple solution to Regina's problems and it's all a matter of attitude," he told the crowd.

There are signs of a turnaround. Strolling through the once ghostly downtown business district, Fiacco showcases the refurbished office towers, new condos and the site of a soon-to-be luxury hotel. Buoyed by the oil and gas boom that has taken Saskatchewan from "have-not" to "have" status, Regina had the strongest big city economic growth in the country in 2004, 5.8 per cent. It ranked fifth in 2005. Overall unemployment sits around five per cent (North Central's rate is estimated to be four to five times higher). Home building permits were up about 20 per cent last year. Only Calgary has a lower office space vacancy rate.

It's hard to find the sunny side of Regina's crime issue, however. Each summer, when Statistics Canada releases its annual ranking, the city's reputation takes a national beating. "I don't think our crime problem is bigger than anyone else's in Canada," says Fiacco. "Most people feel safe in this community. But do they feel safe in North Central? No." Regina is grappling with many of the same challenges other Western centres are, says the mayor. Poverty grew throughout the 1990s as higher levels of government cut transfers and off-loaded services. And the city's poorest demographic -- Aboriginal Canadians -- continues to swell due to an exodus from the province's even more destitute reserves and higher native birth rates. (Forty-two per cent of North Central residents are of First Nations ancestry according to census figures.) Fiacco says he's not into the blame game, but, like most politicians, seems a rather accomplished player. Ottawa and the province don't pay enough attention to Regina's problems and attach too many strings to their money, he says. "Government needs to be there with us -- not overlooking, but learning from us."

And despite Regina's recent good fortune, the longer-term trends are not that encouraging. Like the rest of the province, the city's overall population is greying as young people emigrate in search of economic opportunities. (The Federation of Canadian Municipalities estimates that the number of 25- to 34-year-olds in Regina dropped by almost 30 per cent between 1991 and 2001.) In sharp contrast, a graph of the city's Aboriginal population by age looks like a Christmas tree -- widest at the base, especially the group between 5 and 14. And Regina's teen birth rate is among the highest in the nation.

A recent study of Saskatoon's low-income neighbourhoods, published in the Canadian Journal of Public Health, found that city's poorest residents were 16 times more likely to have attempted suicide, had 13 times the rate of diabetes, four times the mental health problems and almost twice the rate of heart disease. A similar project has since been commissioned in Regina (the idea of tracking health outcomes in North Central and the Core seemingly never occurred to anyone until the media started asking). But it's a safe bet that the results will be just as bad, if not worse.

Janice Cibart, a community health nurse who has spent the past decade working with IV drug users in North Central, says things have gone even further downhill over the past four years as neighbourhood addicts turned from prescription drugs to crack and injectable cocaine. Coke's fleeting buzz has junkies shooting up 15 or 20 times a day. The track marks abscess, leading to blood or bone infections. Hepatitis C is rampant. So is depression. And the end for hard-core users is predictable -- an overdose or organ failure. In 2002, a newspaper photographer trailed Cibart around for a picture essay. Every one of her clients whom he photographed is now dead. "Their health is usually way down on their list of priorities," she says.

Drug habits are often supported through prostitution. Cibart visits her clients in their makeshift brothels -- "Puttin' Out Houses" -- where the furniture has been piled against the walls, and the floors are littered with makeup bags, used condoms, and the tinfoil dealers use to wrap the drugs. Syphilis, chlamydia and other sexually transmitted diseases are endemic. "We're also seeing an increase of HIV-positive people not getting tested and diagnosed until they have full-blown AIDS," she says.

Cibart says she often wonders how the rest of the city can just ignore what goes on downtown. "It shocks me in a city the size of Regina." She says her goodbyes and heads out to deliver an emergency bag of groceries -- Kraft Dinner and soup from her own kitchen cupboard -- to a 19-year-old client. Two years ago he lost all of his toes to frostbite after getting high and going for a barefoot stroll in the middle of winter.

Peter Gilmer, executive director of Regina's Anti-Poverty Ministry, an advocacy group, says there is a growing income gap between poor and rich, a divide that is even starker in the case of Aboriginals. Efforts by the province to move people from the welfare rolls to "transitional" work-training programs where benefits are lower and allowances for rent and utilities are fixed, have deepened the hole many people find themselves in. According to a recent University of Regina report, the average low-income family in the city now falls $6,500 a year below the poverty line. Gilmer finds it all short-sighted. "The Aboriginal population here is growing so fast that if these kind of levels of inequality continue, it's going to end up affecting everyone." To his mind, solving the problem will require people to tackle some unpleasant realities. "For me there's an inherent contradiction in Saskatchewan. On the one hand there's the tradition of social justice -- this is the home of medicare, the co-op movement, the country's first bill of rights," says Gilmer. "On the other hand there's also a history of racism and poor bashing, inequality and exclusion."

Kathy Donovan, who studies poverty and drug use at the University of Regina's Social Policy Research Unit, calls the city "the most segregated community in Canada." Hemmed in by the rail lines and busy roadways, North Central has become a ghetto, she says -- the unemployment rate for Aboriginals more than triple that of non-natives, the political approach toward problems of crime more reflexively "law and order" than progressive. "This town is a pigsty of repression," says Donovan, invoking a national newspaper's even more inflammatory description of the province as "the Mississippi of the North." But poverty -- extreme poverty -- is becoming the city's defining fault, she says. "Regina is the only place I've ever heard of where they steal the food out of people's freezers during break and enters."

The white Dodge takes off the moment the police officer flicks on the lights. Stomping on the pedal, its young driver weaves in and out of traffic along a busy thoroughfare and then makes a hard right into a Burger King parking lot. For a moment, it seems like he's boxed in, as the squad car trails behind, tires squealing almost as loud as the siren in the frigid night air. But the Dodge finds an exit, grinding over the curb and back onto the roadway. The car picks up speed and blasts through a red light, narrowly missing the cross-traffic. The chase is over.

Like many of their counterparts, police in Regina have strict rules about high-speed pursuits. The force won't endanger public safety for a stolen 1991 Dodge Spirit, or any other vehicle. The thieves know that all they have to do to get away is drive fast, or erratically enough, to scare the police off. In this case, all that's left to do is follow the trail of leaked oil in hopes of recovering the car. Officers find it ditched a few minutes later near the Roughriders football stadium, in the heart of North Central. No one got a good look at the driver, or his young passengers, but the officers figure they've probably met them all before, and soon will again. Leaning against his squad car, Sgt. Dean Fedor, a 28-year veteran of the Regina Police, reflects on the changes in his hometown. "When I started out it felt like when you reached out you could connect with maybe one in 100 people and make a difference in their lives. Today it's more like one in 1,000." The whole of society has changed, he says. "There's less respect. And if people don't respect themselves, they can't respect other people."

According to Canada's Criminal Intelligence Service, Saskatchewan now has the highest per-capita concentration of youth gangs in the country -- 20 active groups with approximately 1,500 members. Aboriginal gangs like the Native Syndicate, Redd Alert, or recently formed NSK (Native Syndicate Killers) control or cause much of the street-level crime in Regina, says RCMP Staff Sgt. Bob Bazin, the former director of the CIS's Saskatchewan office. "It all revolves around the drug trade. People have to feed a habit, pay a debt." Prospective members steal cars, commit B&Es or assaults to establish their bona fides. And increasingly, the gangs are threatening and intimidating people in the community who would report their activities to police.

The province's jails are a major recruiting ground. By some estimates, as many as 25 per cent of inmates at any given time are members of Aboriginal gangs. The percentage in youth custody is probably even higher. (The Federation of Saskatchewan Indian Nations estimates that six out of 10 youths arrested in the province's urban centres are native, as are 75 to 90 per cent of those in youth custody.) The gangs' allure -- money, excitement and a ready-made family -- is hard for authorities to combat. "We're up against a pretty big recruiter, offering pretty big incentives," says Bazin.

Cal Johnston, Regina's chief of police, bristles at suggestions his city is sliding toward an American-style problem with gangs, violence and drugs. "I think people who live in Regina know very accurately how safe it actually is." He prides himself on not making excuses for the high crime numbers, but the chief does offer explanations. People in Regina still report the kind of petty crimes -- bicycle thefts, vandalism, etc. -- that big city police forces long ago stopped investigating. And some of the force's own crime-fighting initiatives, like a program that performs 8,000 curfew and bail condition checks a year on repeat offenders, help to drive the charge count up. What Johnston does acknowledge is that his 350 officers work much harder than their counterparts in other parts of the country, dealing with more crimes per capita than almost any other urban centre. "It's about intensity," says Johnston. "In Regina, things are very intense and have been for a very long time."

From the outside, that seems like an understatement. In 2006, Regina had eight murders. The previous year there were also eight, giving the city the second-highest per capita murder rate -- 3.97 per 100,000 population -- among major Canadian centres. (Edmonton was the worst with a rate of 4.29.) Consider the fact that 15 of those killings occurred in North Central and the Core -- combined population 15,000 -- and the problem looks even starker. Nationally, Aboriginals make up three per cent of Canada's population, but account for 17 per cent of homicide victims, and 23 per cent of those accused of that crime. At least 11 of Regina's 16 murder victims since the beginning of 2005 were native. The identity of the killers isn't as clear, since eight of the 16 murders remain unsolved (as of late last year, the Crown was reviewing evidence with an eye to laying charges in one of those cases).

Historically, Regina Police have had one of the best murder "clearance" rates in the country, solving 93.5 per cent of all homicides between 1976 and 2005. No one can explain why the rate has suddenly dipped below 50 per cent. None of the crimes has been officially classified as "gang-related," although it's not hard to find people who will tell you differently. (Regina Police follow a policy -- perhaps unique in the Western world -- of not discussing the circumstances of murders until a case is before the courts, refusing comment on even the method of death.)

This past spring, a Regina court heard testimony about gang involvement in one November 2004 slaying. Wayne Gerald Friday, 44, was kidnapped from his North Central home by a group of six men following an altercation over drugs. They beat him with tire irons, jacks and other weapons before stuffing him into the trunk of a car. After driving a short distance, they stopped in a back alley to finish him off. According to witnesses, it was Quinton Lloyd Bitternose, 29, who pulled out a rifle and pronounced, "This is what happens when you f--k with the Native Syndicate," before shooting Friday in the neck and stomach. (Bitternose has since been convicted of first-degree murder.) Since the victim was still alive when his body was dumped on Muscowpetung First Nation, near Fort Qu'Appelle, the crime didn't count among the 10 violent deaths that won Regina the 2004 "murder capital" designation. Just over two weeks after Friday's killing, the same North Central house he was abducted from was set ablaze. Janine Wesaquate, 20, died in the arson. Her death -- classified as a murder -- remains unsolved.

The police have had some successes in recent years. Auto theft (2,171 incidents and attempts in 2005) is down almost 50 per cent since 2001. Chief Johnston credits a strategy that focuses on the young offenders responsible for most vehicle thefts and tries to divert them before they graduate to more serious crimes. Residential break and enters have dropped by half over the past decade, and business B&Es are down by 35 per cent (3,504 total in 2005). But violent crime has increased substantially since the mid-1990s (there were 3,205 recorded assaults in 2005), and the number of robberies has jumped -- 250 in the first six months of 2006, versus 185 during the same period in 2005.

Increased enforcement, says the chief, can only carry the city so far. A real solution to Regina's crime woes will require a national effort to address the underlying social issues -- poverty, unemployment and exclusion. "Our city has an Aboriginal population of about 10 per cent, perhaps 20,000 people," says Johnston, who notes that almost half of crime victims in Regina are native. "The largest First Nation in Canada right now, the Blood Reserve in southern Alberta, has about 8,000 people." Ottawa has jurisdiction over reserves, but is no longer responsible for Aboriginals who leave them. And people regularly tumble into the gaps between the programs and services offered by the feds and the province.

A 2005 Statistics Canada study found that conditions for Aboriginals living in most of Canada's urban centres had actually improved over the past two decades. One glaring exception, however, was Regina, where the gap in school attendance between native and non-native students widened, and the Aboriginal employment rate dropped. Guy Lonechild, vice-chief of the Federation of Saskatchewan Indian Nations, doesn't mince words about the plight of natives -- in the city and on the reserves -- in the province. "Our conditions are probably the most deplorable in the country," he says. "And nobody in government is listening to us or taking us seriously." Saskatchewan First Nations average five children per household, and 60 per cent of those households are single-parent, says Lonechild. Infant mortality is four times higher than the rest of Canada. Unemployment runs as high as 30 per cent, and average household income -- around $18,000 -- is lower than the norm.

Last fall, the FSIN took out newspaper ads decrying the condition of the province's natives as "Third World." The living standards of Saskatchewan First Nations would rank 87th on the United Nations' Human Development Index, they say, behind the Philippines and Jordan, just ahead of Suriname. Canada ranked sixth in the 2006 global survey. Tired of government inaction, Aboriginal leaders are threatening to file national and international human rights complaints about the conditions. "Turning a blind eye isn't acceptable anymore," says Lonechild.

In North Central, Brenda Mercer says there is a willingness to make things better. "The community wants to be involved in the solutions. They want to do it themselves." People have had enough of the poverty and pain. Mercer, who was adopted by a white couple and grew up off-reserve, speaks frankly of the family she left behind. Many, including one brother, now an IV drug addict, end up on the streets of her neighbourhood. "But under all the problems there is a glimmer of hope," she says. "People want change. The problem is that change doesn't come fast enough." And however well-intentioned the programs to shut down slum houses and cut down car thefts are, it's obvious that digging Regina's inner city out of its hole is going to take a much bigger shovel.

On this wintry Friday night, things have been relatively quiet in North Central -- minus 25, plus wind chill has a way of keeping people off the streets. It's just after 3:30 a.m. when police dispatch reports an armed robbery in progress at the 7-Eleven, one of the few stores in the neighbourhood, and the only one bold enough to stay open all night. Squad cars flood the zone, fanning out through the back alleys, looking for the suspects. Officers collar one -- easily identified by a tattoo on his face -- about a block away from the shop. They pin him down, handcuff and search him on a freezing concrete stoop, before hauling him away. A canine unit sweeps surrounding backyards for his accomplice. The clerks at 7-Eleven are almost giddy as they describe the robbery to police. The pair never showed a weapon, just kept their hands thrust deep into the pockets of their ski jackets. Drunk or high, they tried to open the till, but couldn't figure it out. In the end, they fled with only a couple of $2.99 ham and cheese sandwiches. "Is that all they took?" asks the one clerk. "Those aren't even the expensive ones."


Copyright © 2007 Macleans

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Man! I Feel Like A Woman!



The YWCA Women of Distinction Awards recognize women who inspire us and who are the trail blazers in our homes, businesses, schools and communities. In so doing, we remember the tenacious and courageous visionaries of the past, celebrate the women who are changing the way we live today , and nurture and inspire the young women who will shape our tomorrow .

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Many thanks to Myrna, my Nominator, and my friends for coming to the party! From Left to Right, not including the Mounties: Vera Fontaine, Sherry Mebs, Moi, Myrna Harvey-Opper, Linda Shreiner, and Roberta Hardy.

A good time was had by all. I was nominated in the "Community Leadership & Enhancement" Category. Unfortunately, I did not win, but it really was an honour to be nominated. Myrna always has a way of making me feel like I truly am a woman of distinction.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Affirmative Action Aside...

Today I was electeded onto the Association of Gospel Rescue Missions Board of Directors.


It has been suggested by some that I represent the minority in three categories: woman, young (30's), and Canadian.

Oh, wait. This isn't reverse discrimination. It's an equal employment opportunity! All kidding aside, I am pleased to be part of the board of an association of nearly 300 North American Members. I have been a part of this association for 15 years and it's the only membership I've kept up over the years.

Today's lunch was very American in nature, with a lot of political references and, well, I thought they were going to burst into singing the Star Spangled Banner at any moment.


They said, "Good things are happening in Washington!" I said, "AND OTTAWA!" I've wanted to be a board member for a very long time. Even before I really qualified in terms of experience and knowledge. You know. Something to bring to the table.

My plan on the board is to promote the AGRM within it's own membership, encourage the specific departments of expansion and rescue college, and represent and encourage missions from here:

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Oh, Canada!

Well, I have learned something from yesterday's speaker. Canadian Missions are progressive! While people working in American Missions are stressed about taking government money, we, along with Europeans, have been doing it for years. In fact, some of us are already making inroads in cooperating with the local government social service agencies.

Take Hope Mission in Edmonton, for instance. The city GAVE them an ambulance, and requested that they run a ministry of picking up people who are intoxicated and need a place to crash for the night. They now run this ministry out of their "Intox" Shelter.

Yesterday's afternoon topic was affordable housing and revitalizing neighbourhoods. It was very thought provoking. But while American Missions are still struggling with being an "arm of the church" and not a church, some of us Canadians have started community chapel ministries.

For the last couple of months we have run the Good News Chapel and Souls Harbour Chapel. The latter is more of an outreach, less of a fellowship. Services are Sunday night at 6:30 pm. The church seats 70 people and we have a part time Chaplain, Bill Bridal, who runs evening and midweek services. One board member and one staff member have committed to being the core group and tithing to help make ends meet. They are dreaming up ways to invite the community to church and be able to lead many to Christ.

The Good News Chapel is a little different, in that it's services are Sunday morning and we are definitely a church plant. We are using the term "chapel" because we are not trying to replace churches that already exist in Regina, nor are we trying to "sheep steal." That being said, some have been "sent" from other congregations, either on loan, or for good.

Sherry Mebs, our Worship Leader, is on loan for one year from Westhill Park Baptist. Murray Hack has been sent from Argyle Road Baptist. Melanie Hack (nee Van Herk) has been sent from Faith Baptist. Jack and Paula Katzberg (Jack is one of our Chaplains) have been sent from Heritage Alliance Church.

We have a core group of people who have committed to attending and tithing to make the Good News Chapel work!

It is really wonderful to see support of other churches by way of providing our special music. I have to say that for a church plant, we are very spoiled! We have a baby grand piano, a double bass, a flute, and hopefully soon, a violinist. Our music is beautiful!

Our church seats over 700, but only 40 attend. Half of them are residents from our Mens and Womens LifeChange Program, but already we are finding they are remaining in our chapel once they move on or graduate. This is a good sign!

One of our goals is to be a church for every race and social status. You come, you're a member! Your colour or heritage doesn't matter. We want you to feel comfortable whether you are very poor, or very rich. (Don't think it's possible? Read up on Emma Whittemore.) Just as in Heaven, there should be none of these distinctions in a church.

Our spring project is neighbourhood visitation. And this is where yesterday's session comes in. We were taught by Bob Lupton that community churches have become commuter churches, and that people rarely worship in their own neighbourhood anymore. And even if they do, they aren't reaching out to their neighbours.

In order to have a successful church ministry, one that benefits the neighbourhood, one that is focused on reconciliation and has redemptive impact, we have to plant roots in the community. To do this, we need to invite the community to attend!! They are going to be the ones that make this church make sense.

Some good friends of mine have a pastor that makes an effort to do this on a regular basis. We also had a pastor who did this back in our Winnipeg church. So, along with commuters, a good base right from the community is also welcome and part of the family.

What is our primary goal as Christians? Scripture says it is to love God, and to love our neighbour. In today's society we do NOT love our neighbour. If we did, the Rescue Mission wouldn't be necessary.

So, how do you make a church relevant in today's society and the community? BE PRESENT. That's right. Think about ways you can truly impact those around you. Not some one time seeker sensitive event. But take a good hard look at the modern paradigms and see why they may or may not be working.

I was speaking to a friend of mine, and she said she had been frustrated by children's programs that assume kids have food to eat at home. Growing up in an impoverished home, being part of the foster care system, and having witnessed domestic and sexual violence, she is definitely a survivor. She also said that while they are feeding the children candy and pop, they are also not bothering having them memorize a Bible verse.

Poor children are not idiots!! They have the capacity to learn and memorize Scripture!! It is truly nutritious food for the soul.

And so, we continue to "make concessions" which end up ostracizing people with, as Bob Lupton put it, "veiled comments which insultingly reveal our prejudices."

The residents of North Central Regina do not want to go to church where they feel like second class citizens!

And so, we have begun a few things... but starting slowly and carefully is the key. One of the things that is NOT working in the local churches is having activities every night of the week. It either makes people feel guilty, or they can't attend due to lack of finances.

Another friend of mine has been frustrated by church activities that cost money. You can't be truly a part of this family if you can't afford to dress up for the fancy banquet or pay for the retreat.

Here's a few things we are doing to combat these trends. First off, music. Anyone can enjoy the beauty of classical instruments. And so we are thankful for the blessing of music at Good News. Normally reserved for "uppity" churches or the symphony, we enjoy a multitude of talent every Sunday and it truly lifts us upwards.

Secondly, we have a potluck every Sunday after church. Everyone can bring something to a potluck, even if it's a bag of buns! The Mission cooks a large casserole for the residents who come to church. It's been a fantastic way to truly get to know one another, avoiding the rush to our own home or restaurants after service. It is practising fellowship in it's truest sense.

Rebuilding community is a difficult call. Moving to an inner city home, or attending an inner city church has no prestige with the world. But it DOES have merit with our Father, who sees us and will reward us for following His greatest commandment in a most literal sense.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Adventures in Atlanta

Chapter 1

It was an early morning yesterday, waking up for a 6:00 a.m. flight. I was heading to the Hilton in downtown Atlanta, Georgia! I was a little out of it... they had to page me to the airplane! I was just sitting there, oblivious, chatting away with my sister on the phone. Suddenly, "They're paging me! I've gotta go."

I get on the plane. No seat "8F." Hm. Well, I just sat elsewhere since the plane wasn't full.


Chapter 2

An interesting young lady was sitting ahead of me. Let's call her the "P" lady. First, she was reading her Catholic Prayer Book. Note the "P" in Prayer. Wow, she's religious. Maybe she's a nun. Next, she decided it was time to eat breakfast. It was Peas. "What an odd choice for 6:00 in the morning," I thought. Then she took out her book. It was, ready for this? "War and Peace." It was all flagged with Post It Notes, so, I figured she was either in University, or she was a nun. A health food nun. On the way out, she said to the stewardess, "God bless you!" which appeared to make the stewardess' day.


Chapter 3

In Minneapolis I had to transfer planes. There were three leaving for Atlanta. I picked the Northwest plane. Or so I thought. Again, no seat "8F." Well, I had already figured out the first time I used the wrong boarding pass to determine my plane...

They had been announcing all kinds of strange things during boarding. "This plane boarding to Cincinatti." Then she came on and said, "Oh, have I been saying Cincinatti? Ha Ha! I meant, "Atlanta, Georgia."

She never did announce anyone over "E", and in the end she said, "Anyone with a special seat request can now come forward."

I, the ignorant Canadian tourist, said, "I'm sorry. I don't understand what you are announcing. My row doesn't seem to have been called."

"Let me see your ticket." She grabbed it and said, rather irritated, "You can board."

So, here I am, no "Seat F." I knew this was the right boarding pass this time, so I went to the front and said, "There is no "Seat 8F."

She stares at it and agrees with me. Then it dawns on her. "You flew with Northwest??!! Did you fly with Northwest?!" (cardinal sin I had to admit "yes.")This is a different airline! You have to get off this plane right now!"

As I left, she informed me that the other plane leaves at the same time. I asked if they could phone them to alert them of the situation. I asked three of them. They all ignored me, passed me on to the next person, or said no.

I ran through the terminal like a crazy woman, sweating profusely, wearing high heels, thinking, "If I don't make it, this will be very aggravating." My feet still hurt.

Anyways, I whipped by a Northwest terminal and said, "Please call "G22" and tell them I'm on my way."

"Okay, but they don't hold the planes!"

"I can make it, I shouted as I breezed by."

As I ran up to gate G22, wheezing, they smiled and said, "Michelle Porter?"

"Yes!"

"You are just in time!"

As I hustled up the ramp, a man came out of the hatch and said, "Whoa. Slow down!"

Ha. What a site I must have been.

Now, Dane, our District Vice President, assures me that women do not "sweat." They "glow." I retorted, "Yes, I was glowing. LIKE THE SUN."

So, there I was. On a plane to Georgia, radiating, oh, I mean, glowing, thinking, I should have just stayed on the other plane. I would not be panting and grossly dripping wet right now, and I'd end up in the same place. Of course, to add more to the chaos, my new laptop bag wouldn't fit under my seat. I shoved it under my neighbour's seat but that was obviuosly not going to work. I had to get them to put it up for me, etc. etc.

Interesting couple beside me. They were old... so, they were either newlyweds, having an affair, or had recently been through a life changing near-death experience. They were all over each other! Personally not one for PDA's (public display of affection) I kept my nose buried in my Fast Company Magazine.

Don't get me wrong. They were very nice. She was even willing to try sitting there two hours with no abilitiy to stretch her legs due to my bag.

They were very romantic. Which I am not.


Chapter 4

Someone might have warned me the Georgia Airport was the LARGEST IN THE U.S.A. and maybe the world!!! I got off, very dazed and confused. I'm a fairly well seasoned traveller, and even if not, I don't get rattled very easily. However, I felt like a bit of a lost puppy. There were humongous crowds of people all around me. I followed the arrows to the baggage claim. A huge sign loomed, "Baggage Claim: 5000 feet."

Hm. That sounds like a lot. I don't really know, but since they posted it, I'm going to assume it's a far way. By this point my dresss shoes, previously used as running shoes in Minneapolis, were taking their toll. So, I climbed on the tram. "Please hang on." I did, and then saw this man, panicking when an older woman did not hang on. He didn't even know her. She finally started hanging on and "Whoosh!" This Disney ride contraption just jolted all of us out of our places!

I got off the tram and wandered to the baggage claim. Where are all these people from? Suddenly a very long processional of soldiers came parading by. They had just returned home and everyone stood at attention and began to clap for them. It was very touching. Some of them were quite young. Not realizing they were turning right where I was standing, the man leading them shouted to me, "Look out. Move Move!" Ha! Stupid Canadian.

So, getting your luggage in the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport in no small feat. First, you have to read the Arrivals List. Not a big deal. There are only 6 carosels to choose from... However, my flight number and plane arrival said my luggage could be found at carosel 99. Oh, what next. I walk around, reading all the signs at all 6 carosels. Each of them list several flights. I can't tell which might be mine.

I asked a man, "Do you work here?" He said Yes so I checked with him. "Oh, did you fly with TransAir?" "No." "I can't help you then."

I wandered to the front area and asked another person. "Well, I have never heard of this. Are you sure it said 99?" I told him I had checked three times. He told me to ask the lady at the desk. Raising my voice ever so slightly, I said, "There's no one at the desk!" There were three people around the desk, but they were just hanging out waiting for luggage, as I was. It was the comedy hour and I was the star. He pointed me to the Information Office a few doors down.

I walked over and they had no idea. "Just stand by one and hopefully you'll get lucky." So, I did! And then the belt stopped working. So I stood. And I stood. I'm still standing here. So, I'll have to get back to ya'll later.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Hiatus


Hiatus: an interruption in the intensity or amount of something such as [blogging.]

After a brief hiatus, I am back!! And, with much news to catch you up on, including:

My nomination as a Woman of Distinction
Our successful fund raising gala
A board/budget meeting
A long long weekend at Hotel Sask
An upcoming trip to Georgia (tomorrow!)

Yes, life is full. And life is good. I am so thankful to be alive.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Attention Garbage Police

I went to throw away a grocery sized bag of garbabe and our bin was empty while the rest of them down the lane were full to overflowing. You better start knocking on the neighbour's doors. Try that drug house across the alley. See if they own up to it.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

I took this at Echo Lake last Summer

There's something in the air today. Oh, wait. It's wind. Ferocious winds at a speed of 80 km per hour! This is when you REALLY know there is trouble with litter in your city! It was nice, though. Like a chinook in the middle of summer!

Jesus answered, Truly, truly, I say to you, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.

That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.

Marvel not that I said unto you, You must be born again.

The wind blows where it pleases, and you hear its sound, but can't tell from where it comes from, and where it goes: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.

John 3:5-8