april 1st revisited (20)

…. Heavy equipment and men wearing safety gear covered the northeast corner of Landbank’s parking lot. The pink foamy earplugs kept in my dash dulled the jackhammers reverberations but could not stop the construction dust. The sign-in area on the first floor was managed by a sole security officer. 12th on the list, I noted the time as 8:15am. I…

men being fathers (19)

…. My family had made some light-handed real estate investments over the years and were now drawing back from the market. Mom and Dad were predictably skeptical about the property, but listened to my requests during our late evening call February 15th. I was self-supported for most of my missions work and asked for help with a phone bill or rent…

the waiting game (18)

…. By late March, my appearance and health had improved enough for me to take a job. The restaurant that hired me was  known for low tips and rough clients. It was good place to serve with humility while exercising my body and brain. Volunteers for the house continued to come forward and I began to leisurely look…

fathers (17)

…. Tom was one of the people from the 50-year-old and above ministry training group. It was a snowy January morning when we met at the McDonald’s closest to the sanctuary. He was seated towards the back and asked me to join him. Fast food always tastes better in good company, so we ate brunch together. Tom’s testimony was interesting enough to…

more sticks, no driveway (16)

…. I was asked by Lakota Christians from the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation to come serve their people after finishing my training for Native American missions in Oklahoma. Their one stipulation was that I not set up a website or post degrading poverty photos online. They extended their request to include any shots of their people, calling it “standing…

sticks no stones (15)

…. This must be how a transplanted tree feels while locking its roots into land compatible to its needs. The days of drought and abundance could easily be statistically charted from the writings in my journals. I felt like a tree taking root, and like trees, did not have a plan. Lunch on my 110th day in Kansas City was shared with two brothers….

Mr. Chris (14)

…. Patking my car in the drive on the 1st Sunday of March, 2016, was a bold territorial move. The city owned Primrose House, but I wanted to display confidence. A young inner city sister in Christ had joined me to pray over the property. She lived and served in a Kansas City downtown homeless shelter about two miles away and had never heard of the…

the first door (13)

…. Anyone who had taken the time to listen to my opinion, since my arrival to Kansas City in October 2015, knew I was waiting for someone to give me a house. Without walking in a handout mentality, I had no doubt I was going to somehow receive a house that would be mine to own without a…

not my house (12)

….We follow the Landbank agent, Mr. Rep,  to the second house on the list. The smaller home with the falling room addition in the back looks smaller than it did the first time. Paul gets out of his truck, looks at the house and says no. I shake my head at Mr. Rep and yell, “No, next house.” The…

first inspection (11)

…. Landbank scheduled an appointment for us to look at the inside of the three homes. Paul and Deborah mark the date on their calendar and agree that Paul would join the agent to professionally determine what we were looking at. We are to meet at the Primrose house by 8:30am, but I arrive an hour early. The street is quiet, there…

worship as strategy (10)

…. February 15, 2016, there is gratitude to be found in the moments when all we can do is breath deep, just breathe deep. It is hard to look back at the 14 years of full-time bloody, dirty, violent, death and miracle-filled missions I have survived. My ministry leadership is dead, my team is dead or scattered. Exhausted, I cannot relax. My thoughts go…

april 1st, no fooling (9)

…. Everyone had until April 1st, (which was one and a half months away) to secure $8,500 in earnest money to qualify for a  Landbank  dollar home property. It was their way of making sure any home that was released would be owned by someone who had the resources to begin work on the property. My proof of resources along with the…