The Harvest

Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.” – Matthew 9:37-38 Since stepping into the position of Team Coordinator here at Hope House Detroit, this verse has been on repeat in my mind and heart.  I speak it to other team members to describe my week or how I feel the process of growing our team is going.  I remember it in moments of frustration- when our numbers just don’t seem sufficient for the needs of our programs.  I remember it in moments of confusion- when something happens that calls an awesome team member away from us. I remember it in moments of joy- when I get to see or hear about moments where a team member gets to genuinely connect and know a child’s heart. Scripture is wonderful. It is comforting and has a way of helping us navigate through life.  Sometimes scripture helps us gain perspective, that what we are experiencing is part of a bigger plan that we just might not see yet. But to me, I think the sweetest thing about the Bible, is just how everlasting it is. There will always be work to do towards God’s kingdom and there will never be enough workers. It was a true statement then, it was a true statement 100 years ago, it is a true statement today, and will be tomorrow as well. To me, the most mind-blowing part about it is that Jesus knew that when he spoke those words to His disciples...

Shopping with God

One of the things that drew me to Hope House as a place to live and serve is the premise that God is working and we get to be on the lookout for where He’s working and join Him. The other day I ran into Kroger just to pick up some stamps. I had a few errands I was running that day and needed to pop into the store briefly. While I was standing at the counter, I saw a coworker Rae and her daughter Charlee grabbing a cart. I smiled and said hello, as it had only been a few hours since I last saw them at church. We talked about the Oscar’s Party we were both attending that evening and started to go our separate ways when I heard Charlee ask from her spot pushing the cart, “Do you want to walk with us?” My inner dialogue began. Did I want to walk with them? No, not really. But what was the hurry? And Charlee asked so politely! I only had one more stop on my list. I probably had time to walk with them. Ok why not? I joined them walking through the store, picking up this and that. Average grocery shopping trip. But I must have heard Charlee say at least five times, “I love shopping.” “I’ll go shopping with Daddy later.” “I just looove to shop!” You see, Charlee loves shopping. She loves doing work with her mom or dad. She loves pushing the cart and being a part of the trip. She loves having a role to play, scanning the objects and passing...

Be Humble, and I’ll Provide Power Through Jesus

“Be Humble, and I’ll Provide Power Through Jesus” “The more God uses you the more humble you become.” – Louie Giglio When I first heard that statement I had a hard time believing the truth behind it. Sometimes we lose sight of how God has moved when we are in the shadow of our own pride. The human reality is that we accomplish nothing on our own. Our abilities, gifts, and talents all come from God. God provides resources, strategies, and even opportunities for us to use our abilities every day. I have heard it said like this before, “Our ability is God’s gift to us, but what we do with that ability is our gift to God.” Paul said it this way in 2nd Corinthians 10:17 But, “Let the one who boasts boast only in the Lord.” As God reveals more of what He is doing, we may wonder why He has chosen to use us. We all know where we fall short and where we excel. We are humbled just knowing He has great plans for us. He gives us opportunities daily to allow Him to work through us. For the past few months in Detroit, the Lord has been humbling us by working through us in ministries that seem to be thriving, by leading us and enabling us to literally sort through everything including our values, and by opening doors of opportunity and excitement. Leaves us feeling like, “Who, us?” -Riley Chowning He Let’s Us Participate “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken...

Wintertime

It is the end of February as I write this blog article.  It has been gray, cold and damp for many days.  This is the time of year when I feel like Spring will never come.  I used to complain bitterly all winter long, bemoaning the lack of life, color, and warmth during this season, questioning why I even choose to live in Michigan.  No longer. One winter, a friend told me that I was like a flower waiting for the spring, enduring a long dormant period, after which I would open my petals and display my potential.  She said, “What does a flower do as it’s waiting for spring?  It rests, and drinks in all the water from the winter snows.”  Now I view winter as a time for waiting inside, and drinking in God’s presence, instruction, and word.  My winters are dull and lifeless no more, now that I have God’s perspective on what winter is for. The brightest sunshine in my winter is my work at Hope House with Read Around the Block.  Our theme this semester is “Speak Life: the Power of Words.” This theme serves a dual purpose.  We teach kids about the heard, spoken, and written word and weave in God’s word to the kids at the same time.  We share testimonies and kids tell about the most important words that they have ever heard and spoken.  We write thank you notes to our volunteers and talk about how a kind word can cheer someone up who’s feeling down.  We have talked about how words have the power to build up or destroy. ...

Let Us

As the leaves continue to change color and fall, and the days become shorter and colder, it is the time of year we try to remember all of our many blessings and practice being grateful.  It would be easy to list off a bunch of reasons I am thankful for Hope House Detroit – for the many relationships I have with the volunteers, staff, and kids, for all the joy and community I have experienced there, for the opportunity to watch the youth in my neighborhood grow up – but that is not what is on my heart as I write this.   The more I age and mature, the more sensitive I seem to become to the many nuances and tensions that exist in the reality of our lives here on Earth.  Thanksgiving is a perfect Holiday example of this.  I gather with loved ones to remember my blessings and to share a large meal, in honor of a group of early American settlers and their Native neighbors who likewise shared resources & food with one another.  But we all know the history of the relationship between the settlers and the people already here was not typically such a warm, rosy picture; violence, diseases, broken treaties, and stolen land was more often the harsh reality.   The former picture is nicer to remember, but it is not the whole truth.  As Americans today, we have to come to grips with the reality that many of our cities are built on land that those who were here before us were forced to leave.  That our early economy was only...