SFOC to Citizens Transition

When Citizens Church started 4 years ago, we really wanted to learn how to love people who lived outside in Golden Gate Park. We knew Jared Dunham who served on the SFOC team but was leaving to go see about a girl. He said I should meet Claire Howard and listen to everything she said. What a gift to learn from her and the other SFOC team members. After 4 years of partnership, with humble and grateful hearts, we have agreed to carry this ministry forward in whatever way The Lord allows. Below is the official letter from SFOC and InnerCHANGE expressing their affirmation of this transition.

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Dear SFOC Family,

For over 20 years, the San Francisco Outer Circle (SFOC) - as part of CRM’s InnerCHANGE collective - has ministered to the houseless community of Haight Ashbury. Now, the international leadership of CRM’s InnerCHANGE, in consultation with the current SFOC staff, has prayerfully discerned that the future ministry of the SFOC is best served by moving under the direct authority of Citizens Church. InnerCHANGE recognizes that Citizens Church, a family of servant missionaries, embodies the core values of the SFOC and is the natural new home for the SFOC’s ongoing ministry.

InnerCHANGE is thankful for Citizens Church’s long-term relationship with the SFOC. For many years, they have been a committed and consistent partner, humbly learning what it looks like to serve the houseless community of Haight Ashbury through years of dedicated service. We are therefore excited for this next season of the SFOC and confident that Citizen Church’s focus on continual learning and service will be a blessing to the work of SFOC moving forward.

We are greatly thankful for the current staff of SFOC--John Stiefel, Brian Cupps, Elizabeth Moraff and Matt Pritchard--and their faithfulness to SFOC and work in this transition. They will all leave SFOC staff effective July 11. John remains InnerCHANGE staff. Brian will be leaving InnerCHANGE staff. Elizabeth & Matt will be be moving to Atlanta and are now affiliate InnerCHANGE staff. Georgia Lee and C.J. Bergmen are taking on leadership of the SFOC.

This is an inspiring new time! InnerCHANGE blesses SFOC under Citizens Church to continue to discern God’s voice and how to best live out the love of Christ with the houseless community of Haight Ashbury. We expect this new season will bring some changes and new vibrancy. We release the SFOC to Citizens Church and bless them as they lead the SFOC into the future.

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We understand with any transition there are both things to celebrate and things to mourn. We will miss the current SFOC team in San Francisco, as well as Claire and the many others who have served in years past and look forward to following Jesus’ lead to continue the work He started and has sustained all these years.

For any questions or thoughts, please email either C.J. Bergmen (CJ@Citizenssf.com) or Georgia Lee (Georgia@Citizenssf.com).

Peaceable Yelling

Leonard came up to me, breathless, about halfway through our weekly pancake picnic. “You’ll never believe what just happened,” he said quietly, a small, stunned smile on his face. I stepped away from the canister of wipes I was using to clean the pancake bin of stray batter.

Leonard, a former military service member, came to the park about one year ago, miracles accompanying him across the country as he arrived in record time. He began coming over to our house, stepping into Bible Study, and helped to overhaul our bottom floor to rid it of black mold. He stores delightful secrets. Grizzled gray hair, gnarled with curls, pokes out from under his dark baseball cap. We rarely see him without a coffee; a welcome commonality between he and I, as the rest of the current staff team prefers tea. Leonard speaks with a deep timbre which quickly turns wheezy when he breaks into laughter. He carries a small messenger bag, a soothing presence, and a cache of surprises; it took six months for us to learn that he had coached multiple people to national championships in artistic roller skating.

Two months ago, InnerCHANGE challenged staff members to conduct Bible Studies more boldly in our contexts. Rather than have the team lead a study in the park, Leonard accepted the request to lead the Bible Study himself. A natural teacher, his Bible studies featured an air of calm and introspection. In his personal time, he cultivated a spirit of faith, and a deeper intimacy with Jesus the peacemaker.

The journey to peacemaking did not come without bumps. In Leonard’s hearing, another park resident maligned the military, and started accusing Leonard of lying about his veteran status. Infuriated, Leonard chased the man out of the park; this retribution aligned completely with park code. Still, Leonard walked away after ejecting the man and heard God’s voice. “That’s not how I want you to do things anymore,” God said.

Two weeks later, the breathless Leonard returned to our pancake picnic site. He had left to invite people from the front of the park to come to pancakes. As he approached the front, he saw a friend whose child had recently died. Another tall, unknown man from the park was accosting the man whose child had died. What had likely begun as a small dispute escalated. By the time Leonard saw them, the man whose child had died held a glass bottle, ready to strike. The unknown man stood inches from his face, fists balled. They screamed at each other.

Leonard rushed between them, turning to face the unknown man. Leveling his gaze, he looked at him and said, “In the name of Jesus, you will leave this park.” The unknown man continued to yell to the man whose child had died, attempting to ignore Leonard. “In the name of Jesus, leave this park,” Leonard said again, more forcefully. The unknown man paused. Leonard, yelling, repeated the command, “in the name of Jesus, leave this park! In the name of Jesus, you will leave now!”

Taken aback, the unknown man faltered, turned, and left as Leonard continued to yell and point away from the park. Once the man left, Leonard turned to check on the man whose child had died. After briefly confirming that he was unharmed and could begin to calm down, Leonard left to return to pancakes, eyes wide.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever done something like that,” he breathed as he relayed the story to me, “and I’m pretty sure everyone in the park heard me.” He stepped away, drained from the battle.

We served the rest of the pancakes uneventfully; Leonard had already battled for peace at the front.

Vulnerable

“The most powerful thing you can do to change the world is to change your own beliefs about the nature of life people and reality, to something more positive and begin to act accordingly.” ~Shakti Gawai As a child, I was naturally trusting of people around me, my family and those whom I called friends. I would’ve bought the moon if you tried to sell it to me. Even into my mid-teens I was an extremely unquestioning young man to the point that I could’ve gotten into legal trouble by “friends” taking advantage of my gullible nature. Dating as a young man was a disaster; I trusted that the girl I was madly in love with would follow through on all her promises to love me forever. When our relationship ended after three years of dating I was crushed.

Growing up my parents met only my basic needs and I did not receive the emotional support that I craved. My life turned into perpetually hunting for the love and affection that I did not receive at home.  In adulthood, this search led to marriage and divorce, twice, with each marriage lasting three years or less. After some time being single, I was found by a wonderful woman with whom I fell in love with, only for her life to be ended thru a car accident after three years of bliss.

Being vulnerable with people is not one of my strong points because of the emotional pain I’ve endured. Some of the anguish I’ve brought onto myself. Other times, it’s been brought upon me. Learning to accept full responsibility for the emotional distress I brought onto myself has been instrumental in helping me mature and heal. Shutting down emotionally became my default action for many years when I felt I was being attacked by those in my life. My acquired learning of how to be egocentrically numb led to becoming harsh, abrasive, confrontational and rejecting of people which in turn led to automatic suspicion of everyone.

So how does one learn how to be trusting and unguarded after so much rejection, guilt, bitterness, and hardness of heart setting into someone’s life? I can only speak from my own experience on this. My journey began when an unexpected woman and her friends came into my life and offered me nothing but their friendship. Naturally, I was suspicious of their motives and kept them at arm's length for several months. When I figured out that they were giving me a genuine offer of friendship, I cautiously started to accept them into my life. Prior to meeting my friends, I had a jaded and distorted view of love, acceptance, friendship, and family.

As I learn to be vulnerable with others I’m reminded of Christ’s vulnerability with mankind. I think popular worship leader Misty Edwards says it best in her song Arms Wide Open.

And then I saw Him there, hanging on a tree, looking at Me

I saw Him there, hanging on a tree, looking at me….

He had arms wide open, a heart exposed

Arms wide open; He was bleeding, bleeding

Love's definition, love's definition was looking at me...

This is how I know what love is, this is how I know

What love is

Genuine love and true friendship requires open arms which means you have to have an exposed heart. For someone who has been hurt, abused, taken advantage of, traumatized, and rejected this is not an easy task. Are there times that suspicion wants to raise its ugly head and I get the urge to cut and run? Absolutely! In those moments, I’m reminded by my friends, “How does Jesus feel about this”? Of course I never really want to hear those pearls of wisdom, but in the end I know they’re right. Arms Wide Open, a heart exposed.

It feels so good to be able to go and be able to talk freely with someone who “gets” you. Even with all your quirks and flaws, they’re able to let you be you without judgment and condemnation. Not only have my friends have done that for me, but through them I’ve come to realize that God truly wants me to be vulnerable with Him. His open arms and exposed heart have given me the ability to be start being vulnerable with others regardless of how many times they stab me, lash out at me, or reject me. Through their actions, they have modeled for me how Christ has opened Himself up to mankind's rejection, scorn, and abuse, yet His arms are always open to receive you in your mess. Vulnerability can be very messy and painful, if you go about it correctly, it can lead to very big returns in your life.

I have found that forgiveness is a key ingredient for becoming open with those who love you most. Knowing who you are is another additive to achieving freedom from the cage of emotional seclusion

and feeling unworthy of love and acceptance. These are just a small amount of the actions that must be done to attain vulnerability. Healing, freedom, connection, and acceptance are all fruits that grow in your life when you allow yourself to be vulnerable. Take it from someone who once considered vulnerability to be a weakness and who is learning that being exposed emotionally leads to a plethora of freedom in life.

***Service Opportunity for New Staff***

SFOC Discipleship Flat

The Outer Circle Team Vision

We invite the lonely, the outcast, and the wanderer

into restoration of their entire beings by

drawing them to Christ,

giving them what we have,

and bringing them into community

by being their friends.

Introduction

The San Francisco Outer Circle (SFOC) discipleship flat or as it is “lovingly” called ‘Purgatory’ is a transitional discipleship flat for our formerly homeless and/or drug addicted friends. Our aim is to redefine and redeem the concept of family by modeling Christ-like behaviour, discipling towards spiritual growth and restoration, and encouraging healthy rhythms of life through structured living, volunteering, and regular spiritual practice.

Description

Duration: 3 months, 6 months, or 1 year

Dates: Summer/Fall 2017

Applications due: Ongoing

We are looking for someone who has a passion for trainhoppers, gutterpunks, hippies and other travelers, who is comfortable discipling in the intersection of addiction and faith, and who wants to serve incarnationally!

In short, we are praying for someone to assist as a “right-hand (wo)/man” in our discipleship flat here in the Mission District serving our houseless friends! Do you know someone who could serve in this way for the summer/fall? Maybe a youth leader in transition, an intentional community dreamer with a missional heart, or perhaps a rehab staff who wants to go missional?

Requirement

Living with us and a few houseless friends in a lovely 4-story Victorian hospitality house in San Francisco’s Mission District.

Hosting, mentoring, and walking with the guests on your flat through faith, addiction, and emotional crisis in life.

Sharing your time and space and choosing to do life together!

Assisting the Discipleship Flat Lead by planning shared learning curriculum and Bible studies.

Pursuing a rich relationship with Christ!

And a willingness to learn!

Preferences

For this role, we are looking for someone who is comfortable with incarnational community living, loves Jesus, has a passion for the homeless, doesn’t mind reparenting adults, experience/background is a bonus, but not required in psychology, rehab, communal living, or some discipleship program.

You would be comfortable and experienced mentoring someone struggling with addictions and mental health challenges.

We need someone who can be a leader/house parent/host for the flat. Comfortable facilitating flat meetings, making decisions, and dealing with conflicts as they arise. Managing chores and praying!

Bonus!

Are you an accountant, lawyer, gardener, addiction and trauma counselor, storyteller, teachable spirit, a love of cooking, bible study facilitator, great listener, lover of punk music, Someone who wants to experience relationships with homeless youth, comfortable camping, or handy man? We could really use those skills!

Responsibilities

Developing and maintaining relationships with homeless and formerly homeless friends, assisting the Discipleship Flat Lead, mentoring and assisting in crisis, as well as daily life skills, helping with meals, attending and assisting with team functions.

For more information or to apply: Email or Facebook Claire and Brian at- Claire.Howard@innerchange.org

Thanksgiving & Generosity

"A Yawn is a silent SCREAM for COFFEE" "Hey! You all want coffee?" exclaimed a young woman reading our sign, her mouth filled with braces. She came over to us, clutching a tray with a large McDonald's coffee. "Here you go... Oh, there's a bunch of you!?!? Here's a dollar to get another."

We introduce ourselves learning her name is Rosemary. "I got $20 yesterday for telling a guy off for being gross. Never got money for that before..."

Since there were a bunch of us, some of us went to McDonald's while others got to know her more. She'd been on the road for a few months and had been travelling before.

Later Elizabeth and I would accompany Rosemary up the street along with her friend Giant. From time to time she would stop, pick up a smashed but only partially consumed cigarette, and continue walking, mumbling a quick prayer of thanksgiving after each discovery. She and Giant, mostly Giant, told us a story about trans people being aliens unable to comprehend gender which devolved into a general existential malaise and eventually nihilism.

"But love has to win." I proclaimed.

"I mean, whether or not that's true, it's really the only way to live." Rosemary mumbled a quick agreement as we arrived at our destination.

"Need any tobacco?" she asked, "I have a bunch."

Staying in the park a few days this spring, I learned a lot about myself like my fear of not having enough and my tendency to protect resources that we might need tomorrow. By contrast, I experienced great generosity and thanksgiving from Rosemary and others.

I love that we get to join with God's work in the Haight and Golden Gate Park, that we not only get to serve but also learn from our friends.

A Memorial Day Reflection by a Friend in Golden Gate Park

Memorial day is a day where we are supposed to remember our fallen soldiers. What I like to do is make a post about soldiers who impacted my life...whether they are alive or not. The first year I posted was about my Grandfather who was killed on the last day of world war 2 after being recalled from a bombing mission over Japan. My second post was about PFC Devin Grella, a young man in my company who was killed in Iraq in 2004. My third post was about another friend of mine from a different transportation company, SPC Mike Smith, who was also killed in Iraq shortly after PFC Grella. My fourth memorial day post was about my friend and partner SGT Rendo, who is still alive and kicking.

This year I would like to honor SSG Dale Cook. He was my section leader when I was stationed with 85th Division at Ft. Knox KY. SSG Cook was a mentor and guided me towards excellence in my career. Firm, yet gentle was his method of teaching. He could be silly and laugh with us, yet in an instant, turn around and be the leader that he was and needed to be. It was thru his guidance and patience that helped propel me into my own status as a Non Commissioned Officer and combat leader. I recognize that as an NCO, I stood on his shoulders from what he taught me, and that I stood on the shoulders of other NCO's that I followed during my 10 years of service. I honor their service, dedication, and mentoring. While SSG Cook is still alive, I would like to honor him specifically this year because his guidance helped me in ways he may never know...and it helped bring me home from combat. SSG Cook....I salute you.

Spatial Relations

This past weekend, Matt’s parents gave us one of the best gifts a couple can receive: a bedroom door! I cannot overstate how excited I am for the ways a door to our room will give us more felt freedom for hospitality - and longer hospitality. Working with friends who don’t live in houses challenges me daily to think about how space -- physical, geometric space -- deeply shapes who I am and my relationships. When we debriefed our park-stay a couple of months ago, Claire asked us what we had not been able to do as a team and as SFOC staff, because we were absent from our house.

“Hospitality time,” one of us said. Another noted we didn’t have people over for laundry or meals. We didn’t have any conversations with our formerly homeless housemates.

Snickering, I leaned over to Matt and whispered that we had not known each other (in the biblical sense), since being in the park, since none of us had tents and we slept in a clump of sleeping bags.

“We didn’t have sex!” Matt relayed my quip to the rest of the group.

“I’m very glad for that,” Claire said, guffawing, “that would have made me super uncomfortable.”

Of course, we were mostly needling and being silly, but I think about it as a reality for our friends in the park. I imagine what it would be like to have no private place to process, to reconnect, to argue with Matt. I wonder what it would be like to be stuck with him in a tent or car for three days straight due to rain. We often get compliments on our marriage and our interactions with one another, and I find myself doubting how many we would get were we in the same situation as many of our friends.

“What do you do when you fight?” One of our friends recently asked me at pancakes.

I paused, thinking, and then talked about “I”-messages and getting space if I needed to think before having conflict.

“Every little thing builds up more out here,” she said, and then explained some of the more frustrating goings-on in the past few days that had worn out her and her partner. Multiple times in a week, the cops woke up their entire camp and made them move at 4:30am.

Every time Matt and I have been up at 4:30am together has been to catch an airplane. And 87% of those times (according to an extremely scientific study), I have still felt license to be grumpy at him.

When we have had people sleep in our flat, I’ve felt the strain of no privacy. We had a sheer curtain separating us from our guests; being permanently visible exhausted me. Being permanently visible and audible with Matt exhausted me differently. And so when I first clicked our beautiful new bedroom door, I sighed twenty sighs of relief for the past and the future. I’m humbled to think what a great effect a small piece of wood can have on my behavior, and I cast my respect to my friends who find ways love each other, solve conflict, and commit without one.

Making it Rain (or not)

The climate in San Francisco involves more rain and clouds than I anticipated. The rain, albeit wet and uncomfortable, I can stomach, but sometimes it seems that the threat of the rain is just as bad. Two of our housemates here get headaches or other pains when heavy clouds collect; the threat of precipitation is enough to bully their joints. Our friend who is awaiting surgery, particularly, gets affected by the change in the air pressure. For those of you who receive our (Matt’s & my) prayer updates, you know that our team has spent the better part of three weeks fighting for one of our friends to get his surgery. For friends just tuning in: one of our friends needs surgery for a much life-altering, if not life-threatening, condition. His surgery, scheduled back in September of 2016, should have taken place Thursday, February 2nd.

Instead, he received a call from the nurses at the surgery clinic on the Friday (it’s closed on weekends) at 3:50pm (they stop answering the phones at 4pm) preceding his surgery, telling him that they were cancelling his surgery for an unspecified reason, and that the surgery would probably be rescheduled sometime in June. We learned when he arrived upstairs, sputtering and distraught.

After a flurry of calls and bounce-arounds among the local hospital departments, a brief call with the surgeon himself, and a few broken promises for calls back, we resolved to show up at the hospital in person and see what we could get done in the face of the bureaucratic beast.

We gathered at 8:15 on a Wednesday morning, the day before the surgery should have taken place. I had asked Matt to wear his white pastor’s collar. We trudged uphill, the client, the clergy, and the caller. On the way, our friend spoke of his previous dealings with the hospital. They had moved his surgeries and pre-op appointments multiple times.

I thought back to my call with the doctor. “I appreciate that you’re trying to advocate for him,” his baritone voice had gruffed out on the phone, “he’s a difficult patient and a difficult case. He hasn’t shown up for appointments until a few months ago.”

I had laughingly reported to the doctor that he had probably started appearing at appointments more consistently after securing housing (he had moved into our house).

We arrived at the almost-empty clinic at about a quarter to nine. Quickly, a line formed at the check-in window, despite the fact that no nurse arrived to address it. We waited. Others trickled into the office, peering around the check-in counter, occasionally calling for a nurse, before taking their seat. Realizing that I had seen the faculty offices on our way in, I left the two men in the waiting room to see if I could find the surgeon’s assistant, who had treated me kindly over the phone. I buzzed the offices and waited until someone let me in, and I found the desk. I chatted with her, asking if she liked any particular treats I could thank her with. She laughingly rebuffed the proposal.

Suddenly, a tall (and I mean tall, friends, probably like 6’5”) man strode past the cubicles to his office. Having stalked this man online via faculty pages and surgeon reviews enough, I immediately recognized the Doctor. I tend to think of myself as a confident person, but found myself gaping a bit at the mountainous man before finding some inner gumption and introducing myself.

“Hi, I’m Elizabeth, I’m the one who’s been working with your patient and trying to find a way for us to get him his best care.”

“Oh, that’s you,” he said, although I couldn’t distinguish incredulity from weariness or wariness in his voice. “He’s a difficult case, a difficult patient. I can’t find any way to fit him into the next couple weeks.” He related about the different schedules he had to slog through to coordinate the surgery, that it was a long surgery, for about 30 seconds. His voice boomed down the foot of space between our heads. It felt a bit like my head was in a bell, although I knew he wasn’t trying to be unkind.

“I want him to be an easy patient for you,” I broke in when he paused, attempting to ooze winsomeness and genuity, “thank you for trying to work him in. I want to know any way I can help so he can follow your instructions. I hope you have a wonderful day.” I bowed slightly to him and his assistant, and walked back to the boys, releasing a long, slow, exhale.

We spent another hour or so at the hospital, talking to a nurse coordinator, who had no reason for the surgery cancellation but offered some kind condolences, and visiting the patient advocate, who suggested we file a complaint. Our friend didn’t want to do that.

We left. On the way home, our friend recounted more of the interactions he’d had at the hospital, including the times he had talked to the nurse coordinators, the patient advocate, and (for better or worse), his would-be surgeon. “Do you know how differently they would talk to me if you guys weren’t with me?” he said ruefully after a bit, “I know what I look like and how they treat me.”

He was of, course, pointing out the obvious. Hadn’t I asked Matt to wear a collar? Hadn’t I dressed up to look more professional? Privilege is a funny thing, a weight that hangs much like a rain cloud. I think often, it’s easy for me to imagine that people with less privilege don’t always notice it. But, like a cloud in San Francisco, we all notice when the sun gets taken away, or at least used up by someone else nearby. Its mere presence can cause a noticeable change, if not discomfort.  

We’re still waiting for the surgery to be rescheduled. Still waiting from a call back from the nurses, the doctor’s office. I’m still mulling what it means to know the cloud that comes with me, and figure out how to make it rain when needed.

“How do you make sure you’re safe?”

“How do you make sure you’re safe?” We’ve received this question in many variations from loving friends who are curious about our life here in San Francisco. Most of us, if we’re honest, have spent much our lives avoiding certain people in the store, on the street, in the park. We’re used to reading about tragedy somewhere else, riffing off a prayer for the victims’ nebulous well-being, clicking our phone-screen off and taking another sip of coffee (maybe that’s just me).

I understand the quick surprise, awe, fear, and tinge of envy (or maybe that’s just me), when a friend tells me they’re diving headfirst into a clump of tragedy that I have spent my life avoiding. A nurse friend recently shared her plans to go to Lesbos to serve Syrian refugees there. I felt the emotional milieu. Another friend spoke of a friend going to the Gaza Strip. Feelings soup arose. I understand that our friends want us to be safe in a space our society deems dicey territory.

Still, when I hear the question, my mind immediately flips to the advice on the neutrality-to-protection spectrum our friends in the park have offered. Usually, it starts by our team leader, Claire, asking a friend to tell Matt and I (the noobs), what we should know about the park.

“Stay out of Park Politics,” one says. Another adds “the Pancake Christians are neutral in all park politics. Nobody will start anything around you or at pancakes. I’ve seen two people from two sides of a feud come to pancakes and sit at opposite tarps facing away from each other. I’ve also seen people come to pancakes and walk off to work it out.”

“Don’t react, just listen to people,” one of the park leaders told me over a Vietnamese lunch. “If anyone gives you trouble, or if a person is freaking out, come to the front and say Outer Circle needs help.”

I’ve felt overwhelmed and honored by this counsel; it has clarified our status as honored guests in the park residents’ living room. With that image in mind, our safety makes sense. Nobody wants a guest to get hurt in their living room. Behind these spoken sentiments, I feel the tapestry and trust of relationships that this team has built in the past eighteen years. Yuppies, protected by the same code of honor, pass through the front lawn of our friends in the park. We get to sit in the living room.

Perhaps most poignantly, one young man, in the midst of teaching me about harm reduction in the city, said, “you have to understand, when people see this team, they will respect you because they think this team is what Christians should be.”

Those words had a distinct weight as they settled. I’ve found myself far less concerned about our physical safety than tarnishing that reputation, betraying that trust. More and more, with these thoughts and voices ambling in my head, when a friend asks if I’m scared, if we’re safe, and so forth, I just give the bittersweet truth.

“I’m one of the safest people in that park.”

Resilience

In the months leading up to this election, I found myself asking more fervently than at any other time in my life: Am I willing to die for what I believe in?

Betraying my own privilege, I’ve rarely wondered what choosing between integrity and life would look like. Now, I imagine – will I say good-bye to my husband, my comfort, my freedom, in order to faithfully follow Christ?

This line of thinking has alternatively culminated in tears, intercessory prayer, or tight-lipped stoicism depending on the day. Mostly, I worry that no matter how much I bully myself into pre-committing to death (assuming that I’ll even have a choice when it comes), my resolve could fall flat. In Deuteronomy, God lays a similar choice at the feet of Israel. Just before they enter this land flowing with milk and honey, God says, “I call heaven and earth to witness against you today that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Choose life so that you and your descendants may live!”

I know in my brain that the timeless God of Hosts lays the same choice before me, my family, my InnerCHANGE team, my people, daily. But rarely, in any day, do I think of myself choosing life or death. At first, I’m tempted to think the whole dichotomy feels too melodramatic, too black-and-white. Certainly, picking up a couple of dropped crops from my own field isn’t death, right? Surely, holding onto a debt until it’s entirely paid, rather than seven years and kaput, is reasonable?

Rarely does choosing “death” as it’s laid out in Torah really look or feel like choosing death at first glance. And let me just say up-front, I’m not advocating for a black-and-white, wholesale, literalist reading of the scriptures. I’m all for harm reduction, for small steps towards life. Rather, I’m struck by how rarely I think of choices as moving me towards life or death, no matter how small the increment.

Perhaps that’s why I’m so drawn to the attentiveness of our friends who have struggled with substances here in San Francisco. We spent our Monday evening bowling with a friend who was celebrating many years of sobriety. Between shots at the pins, I asked about the process of getting sober, what year was hardest, etc.  He told me that the first year was hard, especially leaving his old circle of friends, hang-out spot, and so forth. The fourth year, he said, was hard because it was tempting to think that he was better. He said has not returned to Golden Gate Park since his first day of sobriety.

Another friend this week echoed the sentiments when he talked about going into detox. “After a few days, you start wondering ‘why did I do this’?” He talked about well-meaning family members giving people in rehab money “since they’re doing so well” and tripping them up. As he prepares to move into our house for a time, he’s intentionally communicated triggers and behaviors that might indicate he’s looking for some of the rush that other substances give.

These friends’ words exude an awareness I lack; each choice has potential to move towards life or death. I often permit myself little indulgences without scrutinizing if one has the potential to entrap me longer-term. I wonder what it would look like to move through the world with the intentionality of someone journeying away from substance abuse?

Even more perplexing: what if I knew that choosing life could look like death? It’s hard to imagine that choosing life can look like saying good-bye to all your friends, puking for days, and creating an entirely new life. It sounds terrible.

This week, I wrote a card for a different friend in rehab. When I asked what to write, having never written to someone in detox, our team leader chirped “hope you’re not puking too much today.”

I dutifully wrote it down and signed all of our names, keenly aware that I have a thing or two to learn out here.

Thoughts on showing up

"Hey, you been comin' around for a while now, yeah?" and "Oh hey, I remember you guys! What's up?" and "You're in the park every Monday and Friday, right? Every week..." and "You guys are the cool pancake people!" 

Lately, I've been noticing that the consistency of being present is an incredible gift. 

In a city whose culture is permeated with transience, and in a park full of travelers and train-hoppers, consistently showing up is a refreshing change of rhythm. 

I love that we're able to have deeper relationships with our Amigos bible study friends, but sometimes I struggle with not feeling as though I'm connecting in a meaningful way with people in the park. 

Is it really worth it, to have conversations that feel like small talk? But, God has been showing me that being persistently present speaks a powerful word of love to friends in this transient place. 

It says, 

"I am not here to get something from you or to try to fix you. 

I am not just passing through. 

I am just here with you, just sitting and listening and loving and learning alongside you. 

I am not concerned with achieving a result or an efficient outcome. 

I just care about you deeply and love you for you. 

You are worth spending time with and you are valuable in God's sight." 

I pray that God can use my small act of coming to sit with our friends to powerfully communicate His relentless and gently-pursuing love for them!

- Georgia Lee

Celebrating 10 Years of Pancakes

"For the past 10 years, the San Francisco Outer Circle team has been enjoying a weekly pancake picnic with friends experiencing homelessness in Golden Gate Park. Here is some footage from our 10th Anniversary Celebration. Many thanks to Meredith Stutz for her editing expertise!" https://youtu.be/qCoFPYZvsUU

Thank You - from the SFOC Team

Come walk with us, InnerCHANGE's Outer Circle Team in San Francisco, and experience a glimpse of our life through this film! https://youtu.be/dPTVkcxQUUQ

So you Wanna Know What You Can Give That Really Helps?

 If you have ever worked at a non profit you have received some terrible well meaning donations.

So a friend asked us what we can REALLY use... So we decided to give you a big list!

Street needs:

·       First and foremost as always, socks and underwear (any traveling kid will be your best friend with a pair of clean socks :)

·       Feminine products

·       Tents

·       Sleeping bags (army bags preferably)

·       Small Tarps (preferably brown or green)

·       Backpacks

·       Goodwill gift card

·       Id voucher

·       Quality counseling sponsor

·       Flywheel coffee gift card

·       Whole Foods gift card

·       Another way for homeless friends to eat on a daily basis in Haight

·       A safe dry place to sleep that allows dogs and significant others and discipleship- a transitional but loving home.

·       Lockers so you can go to appointments or even church easily- without what you own being stolen

·       Friends who are sober to hang out with our friends on the street and do normal life things together!

·       New full time staff!

·       Jobs short and long term- so they can get experience and a more current resume as well as legally earned cash!

·       Vehicles for specific sober friends

·       Travel help- flights or greyhound tickets to go home!

Housewarming gifts for newly housed friends:

·       Laptops

·       George forman

·       Crock pot

·       Electric tea pot

·       Coffee set up

·       Microwave

·       Warm blankets

Stuff our house can use:

·       Financial support to get each staff fully funded- http://www.crmleaders.org/give

·       Airline miles, or sponsor one of our trips!

·       Grocery cards (safeway, whole foods, trader joes, rainbow, foodsco)

·       Gas cards

·       Blankets

·       Small heaters

·       4 Fans   

·       Shelving for storage

·       Back up pancake power box or someone to invent a new awesomer longer lasting system!

·       A 2000+ watt power inverter

We could use your Talents and Connections!

·       Legal council for friends as well as for pancakes as issues arise

·       Personal assistant

·       Wifi consultant to make it reach our whole house!

·       Volunteer counselor for homeless friends who are scared to go to a center or don’t qualify for free counseling.

·       Babysitters (esp during bible study)

·       Handyman

·       Plumber

·       Bible lovers- to guest facilitate bible study on specific topics as they come up! Perhaps a theology nerd?

·       A person older then us who wants to have kids over for tea and cookies and love on them! Be grandma/grandpa for many who don’t have elders.

·       A house sitter who is willing to host kids while we are gone.- Just sleep at our house and make sure people are alive J

·       A musician who can jam with kids

·       Someone who can introduce good Christian hardcore/punk/folk music to our kids!

·       A Job connector please! To connect us or our kids to possible jobs or to hire them! Please!

·       A passionate person to manage our Odd Jobs website- connecting youth to short term odd jobs for individuals and individuals to a person who needs a short job!

·       A job coach- helping kids get to where they want to be!

·       Rainy day or emergency housing- a person we could call when we have someone who really needs housing but we can’t provide it.

·       A writer to collect our stories and write them well

·       A once a year house deep cleaner volunteer group

·       Moms to visit moms for play dates who are holed up in hotels and learning how to parent.

·       We go on retreats a few times a year to pray or to plan for the year, or sometimes when tough stuff happen to get away and pray and process, so houses with 1+ empty bedrooms that are within 2 hours of SF that you would be willing to let SFOC staff stay in for 2 or 3 nights would be lovely.

·       Other random skills we don’t even know you have! – Tell us what you could do for us and we can tell you if a situation comes up where we could need you!

Pancake supplies-
for 1 year we buy in bulk and spend on average: 926.42$ for Syrup, Sugar, Creamer, Coffee, Pancake batter, Forks, Plates, Cups, etc…

Rainbow Gathering Kitchen supplies:
Around 300$ plus gas.

Thanks for caring!
SFOC

2960 21st Street

SF CA 94110SF CA 94110

Joe's Video!

Here is a link to our 4 min video Paul and Peter made with Joe telling part of his story! Joe's Story: Turned around for good

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvsjgCS_WsM

SFOC STATISTICS 2014!

Happy Advent to you all!

In celebration of the end of the year coming up I (Claire) decided to try

and count up all the fun SFOC statistics for this year that I could and share them with you! I used my calendar and our guest book and was amazed and what we came up 

with! Especially considering we were a team of three and then two full time staff this year! The Lord has truly blessed our work. 

 I stuck to the numbers I could prove, 

so some say "over" or "more then" cuz the number is actually way higher but I couldn't prove it on paper. I hope you enjoy this list and we are so grateful for your partnership and friendships this year! 

San Francisco Outer Circle 2014 Statistics:

This year we have:

• Served over 1680 people pancakes in golden gate park
• Trained 3 new Bible study facilitators
• Served thousands of pancakes at the Rainbow Gathering and created a partnership with 3 other Christian kitchens
• Helped 4 friends into rehab
• Hosted and trained 9 short term interns
• Assisted 9 friends in transitioning into housing
• 15 friends began to get to know Jesus, started attending church and coming to bible studies and small groups.
• 1 local leader came on staff
• 5 local pastors began to partner with us in serving our homeless friends
• 3 friends radically committed their lives to Jesus                      
• Celebrated birthdays, sobriety anniversaries, memorials and holidays together with homeless friends
• Housed over 75 guests at our house for short term and emergency stays
• 1 hair stylist came to the park and cut hair
• 3+ friends chose not to commit suicide
• We baptized 1 friend
• Helped 5 homeless friends reconnect with their family and move back home
• Let at least 98 people borrow a cell phone to call home for the first time in a very long time. 
• Mediated complicated dynamics between 3 homeless friends and their family members.
• Visited 3 friends in the Hospital
• Shared way over 100 home cooked meals in our living room with homeless friends
• Visited 1 friend in jail
• Helped create 2 new videos- http://www.innerchange.org/category/tags/photo-video
• Hosted InnerChange’s Apprenticeship and SummerXChange Orientations
• Collected 98 surveys on homeless issues 
• Began a new prayer and worship time in the park and a new Bible study at a Christ Church which is hospitable to and led by both housed and our un housed friends.
• Took lots of fun new pictures- https://www.facebook.com/pages/San-Francisco-Outer-Circle-InnerChange/63915111179
• Connected with three families who were willing to host homeless friends in transition and disciple them!
• And had thousands of conversations with homeless friends old and new!

We are so grateful to the Lord for such an incredible year and excited for the one to come!!!

Our friend Lee helped make a great 3 min film of our teammate Danny telling his story!
Check it out! http://vimeo.com/100744207

Relax

Monday morning I sat down next to Job on our brown plaid picnic blanket. A few others were bustling about setting up to cook pancakes. I asked him how his week was. And he muttered some unintelligible words threaded together as only a maybe 50 year old long term speed user can do, but then pointing at my little book, asked if he could draw. Surprised I immediately found a pen and watched him begin. Circles. Endless circles. Getting deeper. Pushing harder. Almost ripping the paper. I picked up my guitar and began to play. “Give me your hand, and we’ll walk, walk down together” I could watch as the words filled the space bouncing around and calming the area. “lift up your heart and we’ll dream, dream dreams together” And Job began to draw. Slowly but surely. He began to draw. First lines. Then waves. The final product ended when he received his pancake, and wasn’t much to talk about but it was beautiful to me. It was beautiful to see him relax.

What can you give that we can REALLY use?

A gift we really loved!

If you have ever worked at a non profit you have received some terrible well meaning donations.

So a friend asked us what we can REALLY use... So I decided to give you a big list!

But first I will tell you some stories.

Step is a friend we have known for a few years. He found a bagel shop that was setting its leftovers in a bag in the trash nightly and began acquiring this bag sunday nights and bringing it to pancakes to feed the early arrivers before we made it in the morning. It was such a blessing. There was no desperately hungry souls- we could eat slowly as we love!

Mud is another friend we adore who has been picking blackberries in the park every year in season and bringing them to pancakes to add!

Ryan ground scored (found on the sidewalk) a travel apple to apples game last week and brought it for me, knowing my affinity for the game!

One week I forgot my wallet and needed bus fare- I turned to the nearest friend spanging who immediately gave me the 2$  in change I needed without a hesitation and with a smile- we all know how fun it is to give!

Suzanne would come over monthly around the day her food stamps got turned on a cook a feast at our house and take it out to the park.

Our friends our crazy generous.

Its easy to give when you can look around you and see what is needed and look at what you have to give and make it happen! 

So there you go!

I leave you with a quote.

Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.” 
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“The challenge before the church is that 60% of the world is poor by US standards and 20-30% desperately so, only a tiny fraction of missionaries serve incarnationally among the poor.

 These figures constitute a math problem that is difficult to justify.

 In an age that is quick to speak of the need to minister to unreached people groups the poor remain ironically the single most under reached people blocks in the world. 

Said another way, poverty is keep more people out the kingdom then any peculiarity of geography language culture or ethnicity.

 We believe Christ grieves over this disparity and is busy addressing it.”

 -Postcards from the Journey
http://www.innerchange.org/innerchange-postcards