June 27, 2010 02:59 by UrbanProject

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Winding Down :(

These last couple of days have really been our only chance to take time and reflect on this project. I know personally I had intended to keep a journal every day, but living in a house with so many amazing people for a limited time made it hard for me to sacrifice enough time to do that. We have all been challenged to write a magnus opus, a reflection of the Project and an answer to the question "What's next?". Urban Project has been such an amazing experience for me, and I have decided to share some of my reflections on the last three weeks.

This project has opened my eyes to a city I've never seen before, even after attending UCLA for a full year. My heart aches for all of the brokenness I've seen, including broken families, inequality, racial and social prejudices, poverty, violence, desperation, and an overwhelming sense of ignorance regarding the communities of the inner city (guilty). These things have become real to me as I have truly relocated to experience their lifestyle. Spending four hours a day at inner city ministry sites as well as eating bulk sugar cereal for breakfast and PB&J (Every. Single. Day.) for lunch have contributed to this sense of relocation, but one of the most moving experiences was just building relationships with the kids of the inner city. It's so easy to get discouraged by the obstacles these children face, but I've seen so much hope in their laughter and smiles. They so readily accept anyone and everyone coming into their community to love and serve them. Even more than the happiness of the kids, though, I've found so much hope in Jesus Christ and his ability to completely transform lives. As much as outside influences can enter a community and temporarily solve problems, only God can transform hearts. Throughout this project I have felt an overwhelming sense of the need for the Gospel in the communities we've seen, which has broken my heart but also solidified God's role as number one in my own life.

I also believe that God has definitely used Urban Project to reveal to me my selfish motivations and humble me. I came into the project thinking about how I would get to play with kids and how much fun it would be for me. However, I was placed at a site called Faith in Christ Ministries where the first two weeks consisted almost entirely of hard labor and seemingly menial tasks. I realized that I had not had the mindset of serving wholeheartedly but had wanted only to serve myself. Throughout the project God totally completely changed my heart to serve him selflessly by doing anything that needed to be done at FIC. By the third week, we started spending a lot of time with the kids in the Vacation Bible School program and I was able to serve intentionally and much more effectively than I would have been able to do the first week.

Something I have experienced over and over again in my walk with God during the past year is that the more I know him, the more I want to know him. His will becomes my own, and he changes my heart to mirror his. I'm now faced with a lot of decisions about what I want to do with the rest of my life, and honestly the only answer I know for sure is that I want to serve him. My heart has broken for the inner city and I feel drawn to the underprivileged communities in the area. Whether that be through health care and nutrition (two of my major interests) or ministry itself, I know that I want to continue doing God's work in the communities that need it most. I have been so blessed to be a part of Urban Project and I praise God for the way he's moving in the city of Los Angeles.

-Liz Goodrich

June 25, 2010 12:22 by UrbanProject

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A day at Compton!

Today was another wonderfull day at the Salvation Army in Compton! This place is a little slice of heaven in a city that has had some hard times. Today was a fun day with a field trip and the kids just amazing joyful faces! The most touching story I heard today was the heart of this little girl. She is a foster daughter of a parent that has 2 other kids in the day camp at the Salvation Army, one of the girls at our site took her to the bathroom and saw that she had a massvie patch of hair missing from the side for her hair and the helper asked her why there was a big patch missing from the side of her head? and she said that one of her teahers said that she had grey hair and so she went and pulled it out. How sad is it that she felt that she needed to physically shave the grey hair off of her hair, and that her mom let her. What touched me even more is that her brother is also a foster child to there mom and they also have another sister ,that is the mom's biological daughter, in this camp as well. You can defintely tell the difference between the level of attention the mother pays attention to her own child than the other 2 that are foster children. The girl is always wanting attention and wanting to talk but I always find myself paying less attention to her and more to the other kids that are better dressed and look cuter. Why is it that the outward appearance dictates how we show our love? I was totally convicted of that today when I left my site and heard this story. Jesus never showed favortism to one person over another! This little girl showed me that she isn't getting the attention from home and if she isn't getting it from her day camp, I cannot imagine how unaccepted and unloved she feels. She probably needs more love and attention from us than all the others because its obvious she isn't getting it from home. Even when all 3 of them got picked up her mom went and gave her own biological daughter a hug and just brushed off the other 2 kids and you can tell right in that brief moment that the 2 other children weren't fully known and fully accepted. I just challenge you to check yourself to think, why is it that we listen to certian people over others? Is it only a title that gives them power and how they fit the part with the way they dress? Why is it that the people in Skid Row don't have a large voice? They are just the same as the Mayor of Los Angeles, they are all human and loved the same by Jesus Christ but yet they are treated as low classes citizens because of the unfortunate circumstances that had fell apon them? I feel that if we are striving to become more Christ-like favortism is definitely not a part of this journey there. in James he says, " My brothers, as believers in our glorious Lord Jesus Christ, don't show favortism" (James 2:1). How plain and simple is this command. Dont show favortism and this verse really showed me that favortism is not accepted by God at all and so we should just look inside ourselfs and makes sure that our actions match our words and our words match our action.

By grace I am saved!

Jade Okamoto

June 21, 2010 11:29 by UrbanProject

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Our Strength and Our Song

"The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation. He is my God, and I will praise him, my father's God, and I will exalt him." Never have I experienced Moses' words of praise in Exodus 15: 2 so beautifully. Today we were blessed to enjoy a Father's Day service at Nickerson Gardens, the largest housing project west of the Mississippi. When we arrived at the community center gym, the church worship band was already doing what they were so wonderfully gifted to do: praising God through song. The praise throughout the service was amazing; although the walls on the outside of the gym display the names of hundreds of individuals that have been killed through gang violence, the inside of the building was full of passion and joy. This church has no doubt experienced suffering and pain, yet they praise their Father, who is their strength and their song, in a way that is beautiful and real. It is so evident that their hope is in the Lord; the joy they expressed through worship was contagious. My smile matched my fellow worshipers as we sang "I want to praise Him" together. In addition to the pure praise, another aspect of the service I cannot overlook is the unique unity among the church that was also extended to us visitors. The perfectly harmonious swaying of the choir seemed to be emblematic of the congregation today.  It was very encouraging to see some teens and young adults worshiping alongside younger siblings and older folks. The people greeted each other as brothers and sisters in Christ, and as outsiders to Nix, we were welcomed warmly and deliberately. After preaching passionately on Psalm 139, the pastor took the time to welcome each and every visitor, around 50 in all, with a handshake and a word of encouragement. We were then invited to an extremely delicious lunch after the service to add to the wonderful depiction of the body of Christ. Today's service showed me a genuine illustration of the hope that only Jesus can bring to Nix, for He is our strength and our song. Keep on praising!

-Paul Loeser

June 20, 2010 10:44 by UrbanProject

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A DAY AT THE BEACH

I will start with a disclaimer: I'm not a writer, I hate writing, I think I am a bad writer, I've never blogged before and really, I don't know what I want to say in this blog.  But since I signed my name, I must write something, and here it goes:

Today we took the kids from our ministry sites to the beach for a fun filled day of laughs, water, and sun.  It was great getting to see and know the faces that my fellow students get to see everyday, as well as to see the ones from my site.  It's amazing to see the kids full of life, and smiles and able to get away from any problems they may be facing, and just be kids.  When interacting with the kids, only a few are older than 16, and most are under the age of 10; you get this overwhelming sense that they are a lot more mature for their years than you would expect.  This got me thinking; these kids are growing up in an environment where they've have to grow up very quickly in order to survive.  It amazes me what these kids have been exposed to at such a young age.  This is also seen in the way that they simply talk to each other.  The young children, no more than five, talk to the older kids, and each other, in a very defensive and aggressive manner.  I have to question, what would I be like if I had grown up in an environment where I saw things I shouldn't be seeing and where most people were doing things they shouldn't be doing?  Where it took a strong will not to succumb to the pressures of the community?  I don't know if I could handle that, or if most people could.  It's easy to understand how at a young age, these kids become self-sufficient,  develop a hardened exterior, and behave the way they do because it is what they are accostomed to. 

Now that I see an issue, my question then becomes, how can I make an impact in these kids lives? Or how can I change the environment in which they live?  Through our discussions from learning about relocation, reconciliation, and redistribution, what is necessary, is to create a complete paradigm shift in the way people view each other and the world in which they live in.  Does this sound like a daunting task?  You bet it does.  And now I turn to, how do I go about changing this paradigm, and create a new way of thinking?  I've learned that a great place to start is by listening.  So quick are we to see a problem, and come up with a solution and fail to stop and consider what the people actually need. 

I've come to realize though, that when faced which some a depressing task, people will normally take one of two routes.  Either someone will go in to the situation full of life, with a huge plan of how they are going to change the world.  Once put in the situation, they are faced with many challenges to social justice and become discouraged and as a result, fail at what they intended to do.  Then there are other people who see the problem, recognize the severity of it, and decide that the world is just too messed up for comprehension, and that they, as one person, will have no effect, no matter what they do.    

What we must realize is that most people will not attain the glitz and the glamour of becoming the international symbolm for peace.  Not that I am saying we shouldn't strive for that, but that we must realize the chances of it happening are very slim.  And so, we must go into our situations with the attitude that this is not for my own personal gain, but I'm here to serve this community.  I may not have a profound impact, but I can change a few people, who may be able to change a few more, who can then affect a few more, and the cycle continues; almost a pay-it-forward type thing.  We also must realize that superheroes don't exist; just people.  And with God's strength behind us, we can start the process for social change.  It is our responsibility, as people who have been given much, to actually do something with what we have been blessed with.

But what this actually looks like, I can't really say.  The calling is different for everyone, some people may be called to provide financially, while others may be called to relocate and provide by actively participating in the community.  It is a start though, that for one day each year, we are able to allow the kids to escape the pressures and realities of what it means to live in the inner city, and allow the them to just be kids.  And as the joy and happiness exudes from their sweet little bodies, they become our motivation and hope that change is possible, and we can be a part of it.

 

Briana Ovbude

June 18, 2010 12:38 by UrbanProject

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The City of Angels

But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things man looks at.  Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart” 1 Samuel 16:7

 

I often pray that I would be able to see the world through the same lens as God.  Ever since I hopped off the plane at LAX my brain has been overwhelmed by the whirlwind of new sensory information.  Coming from Kentucky, the county of Los Angeles alone has double the population of my entire state.  Goodbye bluegrass, hello skyscrapers, traffic, and people…everywhere.

 

Throughout the past two weeks, I have experienced various parts of LA: from Beverly Hills to Rodeo Drive, from Compton to Skid Row. I quickly realized the celebrity-ridden city I often saw portrayed in magazines and on TV failed to reveal the less glamorous aspects of the city to American society.

 

As I walked down Skid Row after karaoke last night, a strong scent of urine filled my nostrils.  People were sprawled out upon blankets and cardboard boxes-perhaps literally attempting to sleep on a spot someone used as a bathroom a few hours earlier. I saw people who were hurting and broken, no different than you or me beside the fact that their sin is displayed more outwardly.  It is hard to see the suffering, but it is harder to swallow the realization that prior to this trip I never thought about the people’s pain.  Perhaps it is easier to pretend it does not exist so that we do not have to act, out of sight out of mind…right?

 

Wrong. God has slowly started to peel back the blinders that long covered my eyes. In this process He has revealed himself to me so clearly.  Each day I go to serve at Ramona Gardens, a predominantly Hispanic housing complex known for extreme gang violence.  Physically, Ramona is your typical project housing complex-bars and locks cover windows and doors while new graffiti “tags” appear daily.  However, as I enter the gymnasium each day it is as if the outward appearance evaporates and I cross the threshold into the heart of the community. 


I am in awe of the redemptive power, love and grace of our heavenly father present in this community.  One cannot deny the work of the Spirit in these people whom I have come to see Jesus so clearly through each day. Jesus is in Tim, an ex-gang member who now runs the afterschool program and pours love upon the children, Jesus is in the boys who respect me on the basketball court, Jesus is in Big Bob who makes sure we are well fed and always receive a snack, Jesus is in Joshua who comes up and just wants to hold my hand, Jesus is in Kevin who patiently explains to me that “Big Hazard” written on the building does not mean to take caution but is rather the work of a rival gang, Jesus is in Alexis who looked at me today with his big brown eyes, mohawk and G-unit tee and told me it was not his turn in the game because I had skipped another kid. And Jesus is in Angie who sprints toward me with open arms each day because she is so happy to see me; as she runs to me I see Jesus and am reminded of how He runs toward us each day with open arms to embrace us and love us regardless of what we have done. 

 

I thought I came here to give of myself to those in need, but as I have found they have given much more to me.  David was the youngest son in his family and a shepherd to the sheep when the Lord told Samuel to go and find him.  David was a man after the Lord’s heart and went on to become Israel’s greatest king. Likewise I have found that Los Angeles truly is the “city of angels” they just might not always come with wings intact and a halo above their head.

 

Megan Moir