Public praise, private critique.
Perhaps that’s a New Year’s resolution. Oops, wrong holiday.
But maybe not. Thanksgiving is a good time for public praise.
(Private critique will remain that. Social media aficionados, take note. Chill out and be more positive. End of rant.)
In my first full year of retirement from paid work, I jumped into three significant volunteer projects. All three are worth a little public praise.
First – and no doubt, the toughest – is an after-school basketball ministry organized by the youth director at our church’s new Lorain, Ohio, campus (which hasn’t even opened yet).
In the spring, Joe sought volunteers to help him reach neighborhood youth through basketball. I’ve played pickup ball – never in a league – and our three sons all played recreation basketball as children, so I’ve been around the game for a long time. I try to keep myself in somewhat decent shape, so I decided to give it a shot.
The church building is an old YMCA that is still being transformed into a church, but we’ve been using the big gym all along. We enter through a side door now while the rest of the building is under renovation.
Sometimes, I wonder why I’m there. How does a retired white guy from the suburbs connect with inner-city kids of multiple races and ethnicities?
The answer: Slowly.
As the weather turns cold, I’ve been taking one or several of them home after the hoops is done. That might be where “ministry” is beginning to form. I’m seeing a window into their lives outside of the formal basketball program.
Some of them are hungry. Some of them have broken families. Some have values that I’m not comfortable with.
I don’t judge. I’m just listening at this point. Not probing too much – I’m not aggressive that way.
But I’m thankful to connect with these young men (and the occasional woman who comes with them).
This is a long-term ministry. Hearts don’t change overnight. First, we have to connect. That’s not in my comfort zone. But this is the kind of thing that the living God is doing.
I don’t have to do this. Yet here I am. Thank you, Lord, for this opportunity to serve You.
Also this spring, I began volunteering at a food pantry in South Lorain. I’ve always had a soft heart for hunger issues – I’ve never been hungry in my life, literally. I’ve never had to worry about where my next meal is coming from. Many people can’t say that.
In Saginaw, Mich., I was treasurer and off-and-on coordinator for the Saginaw CROP Hunger Walk, an annual walk that raises funds and awareness of hunger issues, for more than 20 years. We lived in Rockford, Ill., for a little over a year and I connected with the CROP Walk folks there too. Here in Elyria, the CROP Walk leaders have no passion for the ministry and I wasn’t up to the effort of trying to fire them up, so I looked for other opportunities.
Enter We Care We Share, a 12-year-old food pantry on a shoestring budget that serves thousands of needy residents every year.
The pantry’s volunteer coordinator attends the same church I do. He invited me (and others) to participate, since more volunteers were (and still are) needed.
He didn’t tell me he was going on vacation, so one Tuesday I just showed up. Didn’t know anyone there. Told them who I was and why I was there. They invited me to stay, so I did – for four hours that afternoon. Then, they invited me back.
So I came back. And I’ve been coming back, two afternoons a week, ever since.
We’re family. We laugh, pray together, rib each other, volunteer together, serve together, pitch in wherever needed. We’re on the front lines of fighting hunger. We hand out dozens of food boxes each day – non-perishable goods, meat, bread, fruits and vegetables – whatever Second Harvest Food Bank of Northeast Ohio delivers to us on Monday afternoons.
Young families just getting started. Senior citizens in poor health who can’t even carry their food box to their vehicle. Many adults with kids and grandkids in their household. Some say, “I wish they’d leave” – not to be mean, but to get out on their own and learn to support themselves, and to give the older adult a little peace. We are there during the transition.
Residents get evicted, and frequently change addresses. A few are homeless.
We serve them all, face to face.
As with the basketball kids, I can’t relate. I don’t have to do this.
I never want to take the material things of life for granted. God has given me a heart to serve folks down on life, struggling to make it.
There’s no quick fixes here, either.
All we can do is serve. And pray.
So that’s what we do.
I’m grateful for this opportunity.
Bible study group leader
Third, I was asked to be a group leader this fall for Bible Study Fellowship, an international in-depth Bible study that this year is studying Acts in the New Testament. I attended the 30-week class for the previous two years, and the leadership there thought enough of me to invite me to step up my involvement.
As with basketball and We Care We Share, BSF is a major time commitment. There is “homework” for each class member to do before we meet on Tuesday evenings.
I’m at a satellite class in Avon, Ohio – one of three satellites around the main program in Parma Heights, just past Cleveland International Airport from where I live.
The leaders of all four areas – about 40 of us total – gather at 6:30 a.m. Saturdays to go over the upcoming week’s lesson, and to receive leadership training. I set my alarm at 5 a.m. to ensure I get there on time.
I wouldn’t miss it for the world. We begin our time literally on our knees in prayer.
I’m shepherding a dozen guys in my class every week. I keep in touch when they miss. Some have health issues of their own or of family members, and some travel for work. We pray for each other.
This week, three guys attended who had missed two to four weeks each for various reasons, and all three said they missed our discussions. They want to come every week. Circumstances sometimes prevent that. Life happens.
Again, relationships take time. As a leader, I have to be pro-active. I’m learning as I go.
The big picture
2019 has been a year of beginnings for me, changes and challenges. The honeymoon periods soon will be over, if they aren’t already.
That’s when ministry will begin.
Time to take the next step. Next steps, actually.
Hope you’re as thankful for the big picture of your life as I am of mine.