Rachel’s Gift: Episode One, Earliest Memories

Here is the first episode of Rachel’s Gift, an 8 part series running until December 23.  Here is the audio backgrounder:  Rachel’s Gift episode 1

“One of my first memories was my brother falling off the balcony of one of the places we were at once, it was so dark and we moved so often. I remember sleeping on the floor of our apartment with my mom and my brother. We were using towels to cover up – I don’t think we had any blankets to use at all. There wasn’t any furniture in our home. I don’t exactly remember why. The apartment was empty. It was just us and an ashtray sitting there. Drugs were a part of my life from my earliest memories. There were parties at our apartment, and I would wake up in the middle of the night to go to the washroom and found out that the bathroom was drug central – people doing lines of coke on the back of the toilet tank. There was a lot of partying when I was a kid, it came to be just another part of my life, a part of childhood. Isn’t that what everyone does? I don’t remember my father – it was only my mom, brother and me. We moved a lot – I didn’t understand why we stayed only three months at a time in places. Now I know: first and last month’s rent, one free month and then we’re moving again.”

Next Week:  Nine to Sixteen: one place after another, moving all the time, eviction after eviction, life according to drugs, trouble in school, time to move on… again.

Come as you ART – AMAZING SUCCESS

Imagine: You have lived your whole life thinking you are a ‘zero without the rim’.  Violence in your ‘home’ has forced you to leave.  The streets are as bad as your worst imaginations, but at least better than the mean drunk of a step father who beat you with a hockey stick.

Then: You become a part of a safe enviornment where you do art.  You certainly are not an artist by any stretch of anyone’s imagination, but guess what? People you don’t even know, talk to you about how interesting your creations are, how they stir their imaginations, ask what the story is behind the art… and you are launched into a new realm of existence where suddenly, you are a person.

This is not a far stretch of the imagination!  One of the kids in the show came up to me and with absolute amazement in her eyes, told me that someone bid $100 for one of her paintings.  Low and behold, that person was right beside me at the time!  It’s enough to change a life!

Unexpected outcomes: Relatives of the kids came and bid on the art pieces!  People spoke highly of the program and congratulated the kids!  People lingered and spoke with the young artists.  It was a good day and a great show.

Thanks to the many who made this happen!  Want to learn more?  Call us!

Out in the Cold – but just a taste

Thanksgiving weekend this year was  perhaps the nicest ever – weather was perfect, leaves at their prime and the roads dry and clear of traffic – at least where we were.  Three days of back to back beauty!

Our family tradition is to have Thanksgiving at a ‘hunt camp’ on a private pristine lake in Quebec.  Somewhat ‘rustic’ but worth the cost by anyone’s standards!  Imagine with me for a moment: no sounds except the wind in the pines, the call of the loon and the calm of the lake mirroring the emblazoned hues of the maples of the mountain.  Truly amazing.

Seventeen people for an overnight at a camp that comfortable sleeps 14 – so we brought our tent trailer and set it up.  I left the bonfire a little earlier than the others and snuggled down under four layers of bedding: a blanket, a quilt, a wool ‘Kenwood’ blanket, and a down sleeping bag over top.

It wasn’t really even cold, relatively speaking, certainly not below nine or ten degrees, but I was uncomfortably cold.  It just didn’t work for me, and I spent some time thinking about the cold and my plight.  One consolation: the dawn was comin’.

I thought about my friends who sleep outside, not only at Thanksgiving time, but in the midst of the coldest blasts of winter.  If I was cold  under the protection of the tent trailer and with several layers of dry bedding in tepid temperatures - I just could not imagine what it is to sleep outside with maybe a sleeping bag.

What if we didn’t have any choices about where we would sleep – for whatever reason?  What if we had to ‘make do’ alone in the elements?  What would that be like?

Here’s an experiment: take some time outside with clothing appropriate to our current weather, and force yourself to stay outside on the deck or back yard for two or three hours.  You can’t go inside to get warm, can’t have coffee or hot chocolate on hand, and you can’t add any more clothing as the time goes on. 

Then think: people on the street can’t go inside when they’ve ‘reached the limit’.

Wrongs turning out Right!

Mich and his mother came to be friends of OIM first through our outreach teams and then started coming to the drop in. Mich is 19 and Candace, his mom is in her early thirties.  We developed relationship over several months and Mich joined our Passion 4 Youth art program.  There is a story here that I want to share:

Mich came home to their small apartment and saw his mom lying on the kitchen floor – her third suicide attempt!  He called 911 immediately and after the paramedics came, they told him that if he called just 5 minutes earlier, his mom would not be here.  The next time he came to the art program, he asked if he could speak with our youth outreach worker in the hallway for a few minutes. 

When they were alone, he said, “We’ve been talking about spiritual stuff for a while now.  I’m ready.  I need to have Jesus in my life.”  Mich prayed and so began his spiritual journey with Jesus.

Fast track a few weeks later and Candace asks to speak with me at the drop in.  In the adjoining garden we take a bench and she tells me about some of the things happending in her life and she asks for some advice.  She is scared and doesn’t know what to do.  We talk and conversation comes around to the change in life that Jesus can bring.  Mich joins us and the conversation about spiritual things continues.

“Did I tell you what happened a few weeks ago at the art program?” Mich queried.  I nodded yes.  “How’s it going with you?” I ask.

“I don’t really understand it all – but I sleep each night with my bible right beside me in bed.”

“You know, we have a great program just about to start here at the drop in – it’s called Alpha.  There is a video each week, you ask questions and we talk about the Bible.  Would you guys like to attend?” 

To make a long story short, both Mich and Candace have indicated interest in our Alpha course.  Until then we will work with both mother and son, to help them in their spiritual journeys.

God can take the very worst of situations and turn things around to make good.  If we can be there to be a part of what He is doing, it is a privelege and blessing!

I just started back to school – well adult high school to make up two classes, and then college.”

Eddy turns himself in!

Our youth outreach worker recounted this story of last Monday’s events, and I thought you would be interested.

Eddy was one of the first members of our Passion 4 youth art program. He enjoyed coming every week and worked on building model cars and also a model of a mountain with a stream running from the side. After the first art show he and his girlfriend Sue stopped coming to the group. I caught up with him a few times on outreach and he told me that he was selling too much crack now and could not afford to take a night off. So we just kept telling him that we loved him and that he was welcome to come back whenever he wanted to. Then we stopped hearing from him all together for a few months. At one point his girlfriend Sue contacted me and told me that he had been arrested for selling drugs. A few more months went by and I got a facebook message from Eddy. He told me that he had served 7 months in Jail and then was released to serve the rest of his sentence at a rehab facility in Quebec. He was allowed to go home for a weekend and while at home he used heroin again. When he came back to rehab and failed a drug test and was dismissed from the facility.

At his next court appearance Eddy was informed that he would have to serve a few more months in jail because he failed the drug test. He asked if he could go and call his mother. When he left the room, Eddy got scared and decided to run from the court room. He later called his lawyer who told him that he needed to turn himself in to the authorities. He knew that he should do the right thing but he was very scared to turn himself in.

Eddy asked me what I thought he should do and I told him that he needed to listen to his lawyer. He said that he has never willingly put himself in Jail. It was just too crazy to think about. So over the next few weeks Eddy would contact me and tell me that he was going to turn himself in. But the next day he would not follow through. He called me again and said that he was thinking about turning himself over to authorities in the morning. I told him that if he wanted I would meet him I would meet with him at the Rideau center in the morning and we could go together. That way he could have a friend with him in case he got scared and wanted to run away again. Eddy said that he would like that so we arranged a time to meet. When I arrived at our meeting spot he was already there waiting for me. We hugged and I told him that I was proud of him. I got him some breakfast and sat and talked for a while. I asked him why he felt that he was ready now. He told me that he had just found out that our mutual friend Roni had died of a drug overdose last week. Roni was a good friend to him and her death had a profound effect on him. He decided that if he didn’t want to end up the same way he needed to make some changes in his life. We talked about how this was an opportunity for him to face some of the things that he has been running from. We walked over to the court house together. Along the way Eddy noticed a man sitting on the Mackenzie King Bridge pan handling. Eddy walked over and gave him all but 4 of the cigarettes from his pack, as well as all of the money in his pocket. We went into the court and called his lawyer. The lawyer agreed to meet him there. When the lawyer came we approached one of the police officers stationed at the court house and told him that Eddy was turning himself in. He filled out some paper work gave up his wallet and shoe laces. He looked very scared and started to cry. The officer told him that he was going to process the paper work and be back in about fifteen minutes. In the mean time Eddy was allowed to go outside and have one last smoke.

We walked out to the patio in the back and he lit his cigarette. At this point I reminded him of all the times we had talked about the difference that Jesus could make in his life. We talked about how God’s love for him is unconditional, and that he was going to need Gods strength to overcome the things that were controlling his life. Usually an agnostic, Eddy told me that this time he really believed that what I was saying was true. So I asked if he would like to ask the Lord to be his Savior and give his life to Christ he said that he did. I sat next to him and we prayed together.  When we were done praying we looked up and the police officer was waiting in front of us to take him to the cells. We stood up and walked together with the officer to the elevator.

The officer agreed not to handcuff him until they were downstairs so as not to embarrass him in front of the public. Eddy teared up again and then gave me a hug. I left him my number so that he can continue to call me while he is in jail. He thanked me for staying with him and then asked if I would call his dad and let him know what happened. As I left the court I thought about how proud of Eddy I was. This was very hard for him but he did it anyway. I thanked God for taking what the devil would want to use for harm and turning it into an opportunity to bring my friend into a relationship with him.

It’s a new beginning for Eddy, a fresh start.  Let’s pray that he continues to make good decisions and plans for his future.

 

Now That’s ART!!

Our recent youth art show was a hit!  Great venue, great art, great food and guests – but there is a dynamic to the whole scenario that surpasses them all!  For you ‘bottom liners’, it’s the work of the Master Artist shaping, reforming and molding lives.  That is the real deal. 

One of the gals with yellow spiked hair took the art group camera and just started taking pictures of people, artwork and activities.  Another young man took opportunity to play the guitar and sing.  A second guitar was picked up and strummed.  One of the girls shared some poetry about life on the street, and another gal sang Janis Joplin’s hit “Lord wontcha buy me a Mercedes Benz.”  People from the community mulling and commenting about the art and reviewing its impact.  Art hanging from the ceiling, art displayed on the tables, spoken word and song… and then, well you know I’d come back to it, the living art that made the art.

Moving.  Stirring.  Amazing.  All of the above.

One piece in particular grabbed my attention.  An old school Polaroid camera with some instructions written and taped near the viewfinder, “Look here.”   Another message taped on the side of the camera said, “One picture doesn’t tell the story.”  Curiousity aroused, I took a peek. 

The viewfinder revealed one photograph of a young man sitting on a curb.  No distinctive expression on his face.  Nothing particular about his appearance, dressed in shirt and jeans.  Not ‘flying a sign’ or cap inviting donations.  Just a young man sitting on the curb.

Ah, then I remember the ‘one  picture doesn’t tell the story’ line and my mind races forward at light speed.  How true, not just of this one young man, but the larger picture (sorry about that) about life.  What you see in a moment, what you experience in one interaction, what you can assess or glean from one brief conversation – does not even begin to tell the story.

Then I got angry at myself: how many times have I had the audacity to analyze, scrutinize and evaluate from one brief glimpse, from one short encounter?  Far too many for me to recount here.  How many times have I made my assessment from one snapshot?  Instances started to flood my mind and my head was spinning.

I held the Polaroid at arms’ length, its message penetrating deep into my own soul. I really don’t know much about art, but something was happening here…

The Master Artist was doing a bit of reshaping in me…

It happened at the drop in: a Miracle??

Greg Payne is our volunteer chiropractor at the drop in.  He told me a story about an encounter he had with one of our guests, and I asked him to document it. Here is his story.  (Name changed, naturally).

Jenny (mid forties) came to the drop-in for her chiropractic adjustment. She complained about a bloated feeling that her Crohns was making a rather symptomatic episode. The day before someone had given her a free lunch at Tim Hortons, but she could not hold it down.  She further said she was suffering from intense bleeding and was afraid to leave her house.  She had to wear disposable diapers.  Her GI MD <gastro intestinal doctor> did an X-ray and told her she had a small bowl obstruction and the bowl had shifted out of place. They admitted her and “stuck tubes in her nose and everywhere” Jenny reported. 

 I prayed for her, and told her she would do well with her adjustment and that she would be healing.

 Two weeks later she returned for another chiropractic adjustment and told me that the day after her adjustment she felt only a little better. But, on the second day following the adjustment she was A LOT better! She returned to the GI MD. He retook the X-rays and said that her small bowl obstruction had gone, that her bowl was in the correct place and “that her Crohn’s or evidence of her Crohn’s had disappeared”!

To this her MD mentioned that it must have been ‘that guy there at the drop-in’, that chiropractor that did it!  I told her that it was Jesus who brings the power to heal, but he does work through his people.  It certainly was not me.

This is an answer to prayer and totally beyond the power of any man.  I am both an observer of what God is doing among the poor, and also an instrument in His hands.

Jenny clearly needed and received immediate aid – the kind her doctors were unable to tend to without invasive strategies.  The Lord’s timing is fascinating!

Jenny is still in need of prayer and support – and whereas her symptoms did disappear as confirmed by her physician, she still suffers physically. 

However you try to understand the dynamics of this story, it is an amazing testament to the healing power of God.

GOLF Fund Raiser for Street Youth Outreach

Our street youth art program is really making a difference in young people’s lives.  Street-engaged youth are finding housing, employment, entering programs for reducing their drug use and making better life choices in general.  Each week about fourteen young people come to the art group, but it’s so much more than creating art!

Some of the kids have described it as ‘family’, others as ‘church’, and all as something they really look forward to each week.  Some have described it as the highlight of their week, and look forward to Thursday nights.  It is amazing to watch these young people grow and develop in so many different areas.

One of the ways we are funding this non-government program is through our first golf tournament to be held on June 17.  Mountain Creek Golf Course in Arnprior will host the tournament with a shotgun start at 12 noon.  Eighteen holes with four ‘hole-in-one’ prizes, closest to the pin, longest drive, putting contest and a few other surprises will certainly engage and excite novice and pro golfers alike.  It’s a best ball tournament, so there is a chance that someone on your foursome will make a good shot.

A barbeque medley will follow, along with a silent auction, and each golfer will take home a special prize – some pretty nice prizes too, if I don’t say so myself.

It is promising to be a great day, and one that you will not want to miss.  We have between 25 and 30 teams currently registered (a few await confirmation – and payment) with room for 36 teams in total. 

The few spaces remaining will go quickly and we will probably sell out – so call us today and register your team.

Remember – it’s not only a fun daygolfing, but a great cause.  All the monies raised will go directly towards our Passion for Youth Art Program.  Call us at 613-237-6031!

Auction Invite: Block Party FUN!!

A non profit, NGO, faith-based charity, supported by regular people (like you) who REALLY believe in what we do, some churches and businesses supporting- it’s GREAT! and we are inviting YOU to be a part of this and help us celebrate together!  It’s a fund raising live and silent auction, a Dave Smith famous BBQ and FUN time.

LIVE AUCTION (with Dave Smith): $3,000 home furnishing redo, Upper Room Home Furnishings; $2,000 construcxtion redo/deck/repair, Dodds Construction; $2,000 advertising package, the JEWEL 98.5 fm; $1,000 value week long cottage rental; $1,400 500 cc Honda Interceptor motorcycle; $600 summer/winter tires and MORE!

Over 70 silent auction items will also be available for bidding!

A HUGE treasure chest, couples’ romantic getaway, plane ride, restaurant meals, Bed & Breakfasts, and MORE!

Who will be the first winner to the DESSERT DASH?  Ahh… we’lll see about that!

The flashing banner (above) will direct you to the rest of the details of the auction, so click and call today.

Thanks for your support!

Profound Encounters

Easter Dinner happened May 19th, a couple of weeks after the event . The delay is typical for us, so our folks can enjoy a special meal after the other agencies have held their own event meals days running – sometimes there will be two turkey dinners on the same day!

Maybe one hundred and fifty at two seatings – it all went smoothly. There were many volunteers, great service, greater interaction with our street friends, and seconds of meals and desserts for all who were interested.

Let me highlight one key interaction that was both powerful and profound. There are two young men, maybe 11 and 12 years old, who have been volunteering at our special dinners for several years. They came with both parents this year, and are both comfortable and capable in their service at the dinner.

I was talking with one of our guests, Bill, after the dinner when our two young volunteers walked by, preparing to depart with mom and dad. I stopped to speak with them and asked them how their day went. Fine, they affirmed. I asked if they had opportunity to visit with any of our street friends, and they said they did not have that chance. I thanked them for coming.

Just then Bill, who had overheard our conversation, joined the conversation and had some specific words of encouragement that he delivered to the two boys. He commended them and their parents for coming out to volunteer and help serve the meal. It was very special to have young people learn how to serve others at an early age he said, and it really meant a lot to him (particularly) and to all the guests (generally) to know that others cared. He spoke sincere words of appreciation and thanks to the young men, and again thanked them for caring.

I could sense Bill’s words carried a great deal of weight as the boys looked up and eagerly listened to this ‘rounder’ (been around a long time) as he expressed his gratitude. It was very real and genuine, and the boys could sense his sincerity. Although the conversation lasted only a few moments, it will be a conversation that the boys may never forget.

It is also typical of volunteers’ interactions with our street friends: no matter how convinced volunteers are that they come to encourage, minister and help, they learn quickly that they are often the recipients of the encouragement, ministry and blessing.

I think it is a principle of the Kingdom. A reversal of the world’s values and expectations. The greatest will be the least, the servant will be the master.

Happy Easter – every day!