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I am in Ohio this week for the Pan Hope Ohio Bike Ride for the American Cancer Society ( http://main.acsevents.org/goto/Troxel ). While I am away, I thought you might like to hear from my daughter, Sarah, who has been working with an Urban Ministry in Memphis, TN. Sarah’s job has been to help host youth teams from around the country as they come for a week to minister into the urban community. With different teams each week, staff members like Sarah become the consistent portion of the ministry as they conduct Bible clubs and work projects in a way that conveys the love of Christ. Each week Sarah has written short update messages. I will send out two each day. I pray you will be blessed!

Week 5

Another week; another journal-load of curly-haired, liquid-eyed, scrawny-limbed stories to make me praise Jesus. I was telling a friend the other night that I don’t typically have a huge, dramatic story to share, but a hundred that are equally itty bitty but still significant. That’s why it’s hard to decide what to share. But here are three itty bitties:

-Ms. Laura and the grandkids-

Ms. Laura’s story caterpillar made a few caterpillar-sized leaps and bounds this week. Here’s a refresher: Ms. Laura is the lady with the deep, gravelly voice and the skeptical eye querying me. She is hooked up to an Oxygen tank most of the time. She takes care of her son’s three and four year olds, Ronnie Jo Jr and Lil’ Gaby. They have never been allowed to come to Bible club, but I have knocked on their door every single day. I ask them about Bible club less often now, so I usually just visit, introduce the new volunteers of the week, or get some of the Bible club kids to bring their puppy. Two weeks ago, Lil’ Gaby opened the door and boldly announced, “I don’t want you to come to my house no more!” After which she burst into a fit of giggles. My deduction was that Ms. Laura told her to say that.

It may seem obvious that a concerned adult would not let young children walk to the park with random strangers. But remember; the typical response on these streets is for mommas to shove their babies out the door, diapers and all. Sometimes we end up with a ten-month old in our arms, though we try to avoid it.

On Wednesday, I was having a rough morning. So as I walked up to Lil’ Gaby’s, I decided I was going to take the plunge and ask for a hug. After a few refusals from Lil’ Gaby, Ms. Laura said these exact words, “C’mon Lil’ Gaby. She’s not really a stranger anymore. She’s come to our house every day now.” My insides did a backflip for joy that they acknowledged my consistency (of a month now) and advanced me from the realm of stranger to whatever comes next. Lil’ Gaby gave me the tiniest hug, and as I walked away she shouted, “I yuv you! I yuv you!” Ms. Laura made the most astonished face I’ve seen her make yet. Woah 🙂

Thursday, Ms. Laura reported that Lil’ Gaby was in the back with the kids’ mom, a notable occurrence because the mom only shows up “once in a blue moon.” Ms. Laura paused as she looked at her feet. Then she looked up and said, “I need you to pray for their mom.” Ms. Laura is not one to use any sort of church language or religious references, and we have not had any spiritual conversations so far. So I was very surprised. We prayed. I do hope that as we establish trust they come to Bible club one day, but for now I relish in the opportunity to minister to them right where they are.

-Dekayla-

In the past two weeks I have gained a most devoted personal assistant and friend. I am unsure if I have ever met a more mature, responsible, and kind nine-year-old than Dekayla. She wants to knock on doors and speak to the residents for me. She wants to carry either my backpack or a child. She wants to stay at Bible story instead of move to games so she can help the four-year-olds listen. She always reminds me to visit Ms. Laura’s house. The other day I saw her cleaning up the lunch trash of an entire station by herself.

One thing she has taught me is the importance of actions over ideals. I always like to talk about the conceptual aspects of love and Christlike living, but all a nine-year-old knows how to express are tangible examples. I’ll tell her a verse that motivates us to love, and she’ll respond by telling me how she saw angry five-year-old Chris share his chips with angry four-year-old C.J. at lunch. I’ve been reminded that all my talk amounts to nothing if I don’t live it out.

-When five-year-olds preach-

Granted the importance of action, we must discuss concepts to motivate action. And some five-year-olds know how to hold a pretty topnotch discussion panel.

This week the Bible story teachers told me they didn’t know how to talk to kids and asked if I would teach Bible story. That caught me off guard, but we got to have some neat conversations with the kids. On Friday I had a plan for the 4-6 year-olds, but instead I listened to Cruz, Junior, and Lillian preach. I’ll give you a little snippet of unaltered conversation:

C: “Junior, do you know who’s your big daddy?”
J: “Who? Santa Claus? Mr. Roger?”
C: “No. God. He’s our daddy in the sky.”
L: “Like in the daddy story.” (The day before we had talked again about God being our Father in the story of the prodigal son.) “But Cruz, He’s not in the sky. He’s in heaven.”
C: “And Jesus is not just in heaven; he’s in our hearts.”
Me: “Yes, He’s always with us giving us a big hug like this.” (I hug Cruz)
J: “I love him, but I don’t believe he’s real.”
C: “What?! Junior! It’s like Santa Claus. You don’t see him but you know he’s real.”
Me: “But Jesus is so SO much better than Santa Claus.”
L: “Because Jesus loves us.”
C: “I love Him so much!”
L: “I love Him more!”
C: “I talk to Him all the time.”
J: “I like to pray, but my mom doesn’t let me.”
L: “Junior, you don’t have to make words. You can pray in your heart too. Like in your head.”
C: “I’m talking in my heart right now!”
L: “I’m saying thank you for all these people who are nice to me.”

(Lunch arrives)

C: “I’m saying thank you for this food.”
Me: “Maybe we can say thank you together before we eat.” (I get kids’ attention)
J: “I want to pray, but I don’t know how.”
C: “You can do it like this.” (Cruz leans over and whispers into Junior’s ear each sentence as Junior repeats it out loud.)
J: “Thank you Jesus for this food. Thank you for taking care of us. Thank you for nice people. Thank you for your word. Amen.”

I’m simply in awe.

Matthew 18:3-4: “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”

The Lord’s,
Sarah

Week 7 (skipped 6)

To all the interested,

Thank you for being interested. I was talking to a staffer here at Street Reach who said that when I leave, my mind will be consumed by Street Reach thoughts. I will have to restrain myself from constantly talking about it and save my stories for the truly interested. So thank you for being interested.

It was a rough week. On Wednesday I got moved for the rest of the week from my site (National) to another site (Rosamond) that was running 80-something tougher kids with only 11 not-so-tough team members. It’s only been four days, but I already miss my National kids. I think God used the switch as a wakeup call to not take my kids for granted. He also used it for a lesson in my inadequacy and to open my eyes to a new aspect of violence in this community.

-Turf wars-

On Thursday I was walking home fourteen kids. I heard some checking so I pulled one kid to the front to reprimand him and say that God made the people he was hating.

“God didn’t make um! The Devil made um!” He shouted.

I heard a volume increase behind me, and when I looked behind me, two older kids were getting closer and closer in each other’s face.

“Who you think you is!?!”
“Who you think you is!?!”
I shouted, “Both of you, look at me!”

The next moment a smacking, punching, eye-scratching brawl broke out. A thrashing jumble of the limbs of five large boys and girls. The adrenaline surged through me and I threw my arms around one of the girls. I carried her a few yards before I dropped her in the grass from her heaviness. I tried to do the same to the others, but I felt totally outmanned. I sent the terrified team member sprinting to get the other staffer, Ashley, on site. A grandma helped me sit down one of the girls on her porch, but there was no way to instill any measure of calm until Ashley showed up. Then my role changed to keeping the two-year-olds from getting caught up in the whirlwind. It was 20 minutes before Ashley could get the five fighters calm enough to give her an explanation. Apparently two siblings live in one apartment complex and three siblings live in the adjacent one. A playground lies between. The previous week there had been another brawl, complete with punches and name-calling, over who owned the playground. A basic, low-level turf war. That’s what these kids learn from day one.

The scene of attempting to break up the fight stuck in my mind the rest of the day. It grieved me. But it was a stark and startling reminder to pray fervently.

-Another call to prayer-

On that note, God is teaching me so much about prayer. I won’t explain it all here, but I’ll tell you something cool God did for me. I had been feeling extremely guilty and convicted about my scanty prayer life. God kept shouting, “pray for this and pray for that.” He even proved to me the fruitfulness of prayer: 6 kids at National chose to follow Christ on the day to pray for National on the staff prayer calendar. But still I would not be faithful.

This week, I got pulled from my afternoon project of yard work to do building clean up for the rest of the summer. I was pretty bummed because I love chatting with the trees and sweating it out at yard work. What I didn’t realize was that the first half of building clean up is an hour of guided and intentional prayer.

So that is how God picked me up and sat me down and forced me to talk and plead with Him for an extra hour every day. I absolutely love it.

-One prayer-

My favorite conversation of the week was with a 12-year-old boy on my walking route named Arath. He has never opened up much to me, but he did on Monday, the day before he moved to Georgia.

I don’t quite know how to describe it, so I’m going to copy straight from my journal what I wrote to God:

Ah Father,
Arath. Arath. Arath doesn’t understand your love. I suppose the same applies to me. But he says he tried to “stay a Christian” when all his friends started smoking and cussing and doing weed and stealing and mocking his church. He said he tried so hard but couldn’t do it. So he decided to stop following you. He wants to have fun. He says he has a better life without you telling him what to do and “getting mad at him” when he doesn’t do it. He says his dad’s church teaches that being a Christian means a list of things to do or not do. Arath neither understands human love. He said his friends love him because they would let him run away to their house. He is sick of his parents “making him be a Christian” so he is considering taking up the offer.

He cannot believe what I said that you do not give us a list but simply want us to say of you “I love you because you love me.” Please, please help his unbelief. He does not want you to make him like the towel that I rubbed in the dirt and then cleaned. Please, please draw him. He shirks at the idea of being like Gomer whom your servant Hosea took back. Please, please pursue him.

He said, “so if I were to become a Christian, just if, since you say it is not a list of things to do, what would I do to get closer to God?” I said he must find what makes him say of you, “I love you. I love you.” And I told him what causes me to say such of you. Please, please reveal your overwhelming love to him. He has no Christian friends and doesn’t want to feel alone. Please, please be his best friend. And if he does choose you, please, please bring him friends who follow you. Amen.

Arath didn’t leave me with any sure indication of which direction he would choose. He said he would keep thinking about what I said and asking other people what they thought. Though I doubt I will see him again, I will continue to plead on his behalf.

The Lord’s,
Sarah

Have a Christ Centered Day!

Steve Troxel
God’s Daily Word Ministries

**** Reading Plan ****

Jul 24 2 Chronicles 11:1-13:22; Romans 8:24-39; Psalm 18:35-50; Proverbs 19:27-29
Jul 25 2 Chronicles 14:1-16:14; Romans 9:1-24; Psalm 19:1-14; Proverbs 20:1
Jul 26 2 Chronicles 17:1-18:34; Romans 9:25-10:12; Psalm 20:1-9; Proverbs 20:2-3
Jul 27 2 Chronicles 19:1-20:37; Romans 10:13-11:12; Psalm 21:1-13; Proverbs 20:4-6

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I am in Ohio this week for the Pan Hope Ohio Bike Ride for the American Cancer Society. While I am away, I thought you might like to hear from my daughter, Sarah, who has been working with an Urban Ministry in Memphis, TN. Sarah’s job has been to help host youth teams from around the country as they come for a week to minister into the urban community. With different teams each week, staff members like Sarah become the consistent portion of the ministry as they conduct Bible clubs and work projects in a way that conveys the love of Christ. Each week Sarah has written short update messages. I will send out two each day. I pray you will be blessed!

Week 1

Hello all,

What a week of adaption, preparation, and education I have had! Your prayers have been powerful, for each day I have been able to trust The Lord more fully and see His direction for my summer.

-My assignments-

I was assigned to the Bible club site called National. It is fairly large, has lots of trees, and is one of the more racially diverse sites. My senior staffer, Gaby, with whom I will be working closely all summer, is kind, organized, and very passionate in her love for the kids. She has assigned me to a walking route with a primarily Hispanic population, and she says that trust building is of the essence with this route.

My afternoon project assignment is yard work. I am told that my primary role will be to organize team members and keep them working hard. My more exciting role is to pick one or two team members and go into the houses to build relationships with the community members we serve.

An extra leadership assignment I received is “welcome team.” I will be one of the first three people to greet the mission teams in the parking lot. We will introduce ourselves, pray for the team, and show them their rooms.

This week, the mission team count is small, so only three sites will run. National will be one of them. Pray that the team will set a precedent of love and truth, as they will be the first team the kids see this summer. Pray that I will begin to form grace-filled relationships with the families on my walking route. And pray against the spirit of fear of violence in the broken lives of the kids we will minister to.

-Prayer-

I have learned a lot about prayer this week. At first, this surprises me, because the staff never prays aloud together. Not once since I stepped foot in Memphis have I heard prayer or prayed aloud with a staff member. Yet I know these are a praying people. Their entire ministry is proof. There is no way an endeavor as radical as this in a place as dark as this could succeed without prayer. Pastor Tim spoke last week about the fierce spiritual warfare here. All the staff, every mission team that will come, and I are soldiers. When Satan sees his darkness being attacked, he is furious. He will do everything to stop us, so we must know our weapons. Prayer is vital. The first thing Gaby told me after I was assigned to National was, “Start praying now. If you don’t pray, National will fail. When you picture the site, don’t just picture it; pray for it. When you think about your kids, don’t just think about them; pray for them.” She sent me a list of 300 kids’ names who have ever come to National so I could begin to pray for them. It was such a healthy process for my own heart to go through, but I also believe it had eternal impact. On this note, a few days ago I was suffering guilt from forgetting to pray for a few individuals. I confessed to God, and He assured me, “Though you are forgetful, I am not forgetful. I continue to hold these individuals in my hand. Turn now, and develop a heart that calls to Me due to your love for them and your trust in me.”

He is teaching me much. As I develop this heart, I would love to be praying for you and the kingdom-building work that surrounds you. If there are specific ways, please write me back. Know that, as I pray, it is not a burden but a jubilant opportunity to fulfill God’s command.

The Lord’s,
Sarah

Week 2

Hello friends,

The first official week of Street Reach went very smoothly, to the surprise of many staff members. The team that ran the National site had never been to Street Reach before, but they were excellent. It was evident that they truly loved the Bible club kids, their fellow team members, and even me.

The most significant part of my week was meeting all the families on my walking route. Today a realization of the obvious hit me: this past week I only got to read the introduction to the novels about how these peoples’ lives will intertwine with mine. After only a week I already go throughout my day and fall asleep thinking of these parents’ and kids’ faces and wondering where their stories will lead one month, two months, from now. I will get to see these same faces every day for an entire summer. You will read the plot twists and cliffhangers each week, but I must watch the story caterpillar crawl along ever so slowly. Today I will give you the character list in the order that I knock on their doors:

Hector Perez – This bilingual five-year-old stands out among the rest for so many reasons. His story is inspiring: The staff member who previously walked this route was named Erica. She knocked on the Perez’ door every day for an entire summer to invite the kids to Bible club and was refused each time. The next summer she began again. After four weeks of knocking, Hector finally came. Now Hector is one of the best proponents of Bible club. This past week he has consistently and passionately told me which houses he wanted to invite. We pray together before we knock, and after we are refused or there is no one home, we pray again. Hector is short and stocky, but he can run wickedly fast. He loves to carry my backpack for me. Please pray for his further influence on other children.

Charles and Brooklyn Golding – Charles, seven, and Brookbrook, four, are the most beautiful siblings. Charles is adorably protective of Brookbrook. Both necessitate constant piggyback rides. I don’t know yet what they know about Jesus Christ, but they are both very kind. Please pray for deepened conversations, especially with Charles.

Viola, daughter of Itzel – this four-year-old has not come to Bible club yet. Her mom, though cautious, is actually willing to let her go, but Viola is very scared of me. She has a cleft palette and several gold teeth, cries often, speaks only Spanish, and is absolutely adorable. On Wednesday she was about to come with us. Itzel told me that Viola doesn’t walk well, so I picked her up to put her on my shoulders. She burst into tears and wouldn’t come that day. Please pray that she would grow to trust me in the next several weeks.

Xander – He is a quiet Caucasian four-year-old who came to Bible club for the first time on Thursday.

Miss Laura, Gabby, and Rodger – This family has lain heavily on my heart. Every day I knocked. Every day five-year-old Gabby and four-year-old Rodger peeped their shiny blue eyes around the curtain through the cracked window. Every day Miss Laura, with her deep gravelly voice, said no. Every day the kids’ eyes became less and less shiny. I don’t know whether Miss Laura is their mother, grandmother, or aunt, but I know she has medical problems. Tuesday she had an oxygen tank with tubes running into her nose; Wednesday she had a cigarette between her lips; Thursday she told me she was very annoyed with her doctor. On Friday, Xander gave them an extra goodie bag from Bible Club. If you pray for even one of the families on my route, please pray for this one.

Juan – He’s a seven-year-old who came to club for the first time on Thursday. He and Charles formed an instant friendship. Pray that I may see his needs and be equipped to meet them.

Davin, James, and Elijah – These three musketeers from a beautiful union of chubby pink, sturdy brown, and lanky tan. They have been coming to Bible club for years, and I have already witnessed their trust in The Lord. They love to tell famous legends on our walk. This has led to some neat conversations. Elijah is being raised by his grandma and is struggling with what it means to be a man; James told him some stories of King Arthur. Yesterday we saw a sheep, so Davin told the parable of the lost sheep. Imagine my joy to see such a young Christian community!

It feels as though the story caterpillar is barely inching by, and I want to shout at it to move faster. But the truth is that it was a miracle to have begun so many relationships in only a week. Praise God! May these families grow in knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ every day, and may I faithfully love them with the love that Christ has lavished on me.

The Lord’s,
Sarah

Have a Christ Centered Day!

Steve Troxel
God’s Daily Word Ministries

**** Reading Plan ****

Jul 22 2 Chronicles 6:14-8:10; Romans 7:15-8:8; Psalm 18:1-15; Proverbs 19:24-25

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