Matthew 8:26 (NIV)
“He replied, ‘You of little faith, why are you so afraid?’
Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.”
Mark 4:39 (NIV)
“He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, ‘Quiet! Be still!’ Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.”
So often I’ve read this passage and pictured that night out on the water. I used to arrogantly and piously scoff at the disciples. “Look how dumb they were.” “How could they still not get it?!” “How could they not understand that they were safe with him?!”
I’ve grown since then though… a little. The verses just before this are Jesus teaching them how much it will cost them to follow him. He tells them they will be homeless. He tells them they will have to miss important, meaningful family moments. He’s teaching them it will cost them their livelihoods, possibly their families and surely their plans.
He hasn’t given them any comfort. And shortly thereafter, here they are… on a lake in a furious storm in a boat that’s about to be swamped. They’ll drown. Danger is all around. And they run to him. They wake him. They beg him.
They don’t doubt his ability to save them like I used to think. What they doubt his awareness of the situation. And they seem to have an idea of how he will save them when they ask. I’m curious to know what they were expecting. Maybe they were expecting him to raise the boat out of the water. Maybe they expected the water to suddenly be held back from over the rails of the boat, similar to Moses crossing the Red Sea and God holding the water back. Or maybe… they were expecting him to calm the storm.
Whatever their expectations of his actions, they were afraid. Stressed. Terrified. And they were begging him for help.
In five years of CommuniD BBQs, I have no idea how many times God has calmed the storms for us. I have seen clouds part, literally. I have seen rain inexplicably surround a park without falling on it. Twice. Countless times we have seen and reaped the benefits of those words, “Quiet! Be still!”
Last Saturday. It was raining. The forecast called for heavier rain as the day went on. No relief. No hope of a break in the storm. Just cold, miserable rain. We had three CommuniD BBQs scheduled for the day; Detroit, Hazel Park and Southfield. I got phone calls from all three leaders asking what to do, when to call it off, etc. Three leaders who’ve watched these storms calm in the past with me all concerned, maybe even afraid that we’ll get rained out. I talked them through it, encouraged them, reminded them of miracles of the past and God’s faithfulness in the present. At the end of the day, all three events happened. Not a drop of rain fell where it wasn’t supposed to. Not an once of falling water was left to disrupt God’s plan for the day. A miracle. Again. Amazing.
This Saturday. It’s raining again. It’s grey. It’s cold. It’s miserable weather. The rain wasn’t supposed to let up until at least 4pm. It looked like it would linger on long past then. We had two CommuniD BBQs scheduled for the day; Detroit and Pontiac. I looked outside and thought, we might get rained out today. Again, I got calls from leaders. Again, anxious, nervous, expecting the rain to continue. Again, I reassured them reminding them of God’s faithfulness in the past. What they didn’t know was that this time, I was feeling the same way as they were. I was nervous. I was afraid. I was grasping onto those memories with them. I was needing the reminders every bit as much as they did.
With the shakiness in my soul of a one year old walking, in faith I continued to encourage them (and me). I set out from living in Pontiac to drive to Detroit. Wipers on. Heat on. Cold rain. Answering calls, replying to texts and when no one else was asking me, I was still praying, hoping… no rain. “Lord, I’m trusting you against my gut instinct of fear. I will speak in confidence that you will again calm the storms; hoping you do.”
We are such forgetful people. We are so quick to lose our faith. We are so quick to be afraid. And we run to him saying, “Lord, our event will drown! Don’t you care? Won’t you help us? Aren’t you paying attention?” I don’t think he was bothered that the disciples asked him for help. They needed help. What he rebukes them for is their fear and lack of faith.
I can scoff at their lack of faith all I want. I mean, they could see Jesus right in front of them after all. But I am every bit as deserving of that scoffing myself. I may not yet have seen Jesus physically in front of me. But I have seen the fruit of his words, “Quiet! Be still!” countless times.
So today… AND last week… God held back the clouds!! In these last 2 Saturdays we’ve seen over 500 people share a meal together. There have been 5 CommuniD BBQs in 4 locations with 14 partnering groups. It’s been an incredible couple weeks!
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen God work miracles with the weather on Saturday afternoons. Five years and we’ve cancelled only 4. That’s quite a track record of good weather! And yet every time I can hardly believe it! Our God still calls the storms! And He creates space for His Body to form and love at a common table.
My God… YOU ARE AMAZING!!
Shared by Mike Schmitt.
The day dawned gray, the forecast was bad…rain, followed by some more rain, then some rain.
We prayed. We went up to Kensington to meet up with Heather and hook up the trailer to her Suburban…still raining.
Heading south on John R, we looked ahead and saw brighter skies. We arrived at Green Acres Park… NO RAIN!!
It didn’t rain a drop. Not one, until we were packing up to head home!
Great day! Awesome God. Thanks to ALL, new faces and old, who braved a miserable forecast and came to be a part of the Hazel Park CommuniD BBQ!! YOU ALL ROCK!!
Shared by Jim Sterner.
5 Year Anniversary Luau & Pig Roast Press Release
Elevate Detroit, a nonprofit organization that specializes in creating community-building events across southeast Michigan is celebrating their fifth birthday on June 16, 2012.
The organization, launched in 2007, began when a few friends wondered what it would look like to haul a grill into Cass Corridor, Detroit and share a meal with the homeless people they found there. Since then, they have added four more locations (Pontiac, Flint, Mount Clemens and Hazel Park) and provide approximately 1,200 meals/month across southeast Michigan. All of the meals and supplies are provided completely by people who attend the events.
The celebration will be at their Detroit CommuniD BBQ location: Robert Redmond Plaza at the Corner of Second Ave. and Selden St. The event will be luau themed with a pig roast from Coal’s BBQ. The festivities begin at 1:00 p.m. and will go continue late into the afternoon.
Received from Armond on 5/6/11 through a series of @replies on Twitter:
He begins by responding to my general post asking people to define Hell…
Define Hell: Detroit without positive people like you all.
“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me. Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you? And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the Least of these my brothers, you did it also to me.’” Matthew 25:35-40
Even though I am a twenty four year old black man, I cried like a baby on Saturday April 23, 2011. Everything I ever believed changed that day because of some friendly people at a BBQ. I was homeless at that time, but it changed my perception of the possibilities in life. For the longest time I was raised up thinking that ALL Caucasian man hated me, or something, because of my skin color. Yet the day before Easter, the things I thought I knew suddenly changed due to some friendly folks who were kind to me and my baby son Chad and gave him some toys and food.
But even more importantly they were helping other folks in a currently disadvantaged position. For the first time ever, AND I DO MEAN EVER, I saw and felt a presence and love energy unlike anything I have ever felt before. And in less than one hour it shook me to the very roots of my belief system.
Less than two Saturdays later, I now have a temporary place to stay and wash my clothes and keep my body clean, a Gym membership to increase my fitness and a whole box of books to further my studies to become a better vessel for God. I even have a temp job distributing materials door to door for hospitals and other companies.
Even though none of these gifts came directly from these people at the BBQ, that day sparked a new era in my life because it boosted my faith and love ten-fold as even as the bright sun illuminates the land after a bad storm. I GIVE MY MOST SUPREME THANKS TO THE GOOD LORD FOR GOOD FOLKS LIKE THIS! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
All i know is that I gave my letter to some woman named Amanda and good things started happening. I know she had to be praying for me and I appreciate every bit of it because I needed it so much.
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Someone asked me, “How do you keep Community BBQs from becoming a fad?”
I thought it was a great question, so I thought I’d share my answer here:
Good question. I have an answer, but I don’t know if it’s right at all. I guess I actually have a theory. And time will tell if it’s an answer.
Slow the roll. I don’t promo it. I don’t encourage people to come every week. In fact, I encourage them not to. I encourage people to come once a month. And I let them know why. I encourage people to come once a month so that they will continue to come consistently and not get burned out on it. Relationships take time and consistency to develop and build. Relationships are our goal (not numbers or food). When people ask me to come and talk about the Community BBQs, I’m more than willing. I’m thrilled to. But I don’t seek out new partners, volunteers, resources, etc.
This does a couple of things…
1. There can be no doubt that it’s growing because the Spirit is at work through it and leading people towards it. That means that I can be certain this isn’t happening because I pushed and made it happen, but because it’s God’s will. And if at some point it is no longer God’s will for this to be happening, then I hope I don’t hesitate to see that, shut it down and let it go.
2. The buzz is lessened. Fads come about because of buzz. Trends come from experience.
A fad happens because something seems cool and everyone’s talking about it so everyone goes and tries it at the same time. But people aren’t really excited about whatever the buzz is about. They’re excited about the anticipation. You see a spike in popularity, but it’s short-lived. It isn’t really for many of the people who were trying it out. So they don’t stick around. You wind up developing over inflated expectations and structures and find yourself left with disappointment and decline. Basically, people who have no idea what they’re talking about are excited about it and talking. This creates buzz. But that buzz tends to be sort of an ignorant thing.
A trend happens slower, but more solid. A trend spreads because people who have been there, done that are sharing their experience with someone else. And it’s a completed experience they’re sharing, not the anticipation of an experience. Since they’ve been there, done that, they’re not sharing the experience with just anyone and everyone; they’re sharing it with others whom may be interested in it also. That someone else then comes and checks it out too. They experience it and pass the word on again. This is more slow and subtle than a buzz. It’s more of a hum. When something’s buzzing, it’s almost never a good thing. But when something’s humming… well that’s the good stuff.
I suppose only time will tell if I’m right though. 🙂
I’m so excited today is finally here!
We’re planning an outdoor family style dinner in late December in Detroit. From a logical perspective, from a rational perspective, it’s a dumb idea at best. From a Kingdom perspective… well I think it’s a Kingdom idea.
The idea is to have a family style sit down dinner. This isn’t us serving them. This is all of God’s family sitting at a common table and sharing a meal together in celebration of Christ. Christmas. It’s what the word truly means… celebration of Christ.
Close your eyes for a moment and just picture the park… The gazebo with holes rusted all over the roof. The light poles with no lights on top. The tags sprawling across the building wall. The dolphin.
It’s a place known in the neighborhood for crack and heroine dealing. It’s a violent place. A vile place. It’s a place I’ve been told that many neighborhood people won’t come unless “you’re here”. It’s a place I’ve been told that, “White people don’t belong here.” It’s a stronghold of a defeated enemy. And it’s being redeemed.
This is Christmas Day. Today there will be strings of lights and Christmas decorations. There will be tables all pushed together into one BIG table. There will be chairs lining all the way around. Hot food aplenty sprawling before our eyes and hungry bellies. Every color of person created (yes, even white people), every income level, every education level, every strength, every weakness, every addiction, every habit, good and bad, all beckoned to come sit together and share a common meal in celebration of our newly born and now risen Lord Jesus.
I don’t know what heaven will be like. I don’t know what God’s Kingdom looks like in its fullness. I hope we’ll be able to fly. That would be fun. But I do know that whatever it looks like… today we shall see a reflection… Yes, we shall see a reflection of Heaven. That reflection won’t be in rusty gazebo roofs, broken lamp posts or cement statues of oceanic mammals. It won’t be in strings of lights or piles of snow or sidewalk salt. It won’t be in decorated cookies or trees and it won’t be in pots of ham or green beans or dinner rolls. The reflection we’ll see will be in the eyes and hearts of every person around that table. Every glint of hope and faith and love in every eye glowing all the brighter as glint sees glint and love flows evermore like a fountain of life. We may not see what Heaven will look like. But in fleeting moments… if we’re paying attention… we’ll know what it feels like.
Grace and peace to each of you. It’s a deep honor to serve, love and celebrate Christ alongside each you. Truly… Merry Christ Mass