In the flurry of events over the past two months, it was anti-climactic for us to look at one another last Friday (May 2) and say, "Oh! The sixth anniversary was on Wednesday!"
Nonetheless, April 30 marked six years since we fired up the water heater, put on the coffee and switched on the ersatz neon "OPEN" sign for the first time. Now, more than 6100 showers have been taken, which, given our limited opening times (especially in the early going), is a pretty impressive figure. The space has also served as a place where people with disabilities can take part in the services -- particularly the Sunday afternoon services -- thanks to our closed-circuit TV system.
It was Marty, the once and future teacher -- still working towards his ESL-teaching ticket -- who gave the frank assessment of the way The Lord's Rain meets a basic need on the Downtown East Side. "There are so many places around here, where the showers don't work," he said. "One place I was in: I would wait until 3 or 4 in the morning, when the cleaning guy would do my floor, and as soon as I'd hear him go, I'd get up and rush in there and have my shower. Otherwise, you're stepping over needles and feces and ..." He trailed off, seeing that I got the picture.
It all comes back to the initial thought that got the ball rolling -- the summer evening 10 years ago, when I walked into Rainbow Mission for the first time and was hit by a human stench like a 50-lb sack of poi -- "how can people live like this?" Answer: they can't, and when the Lord brought all the elements together -- the people, the finances and the supplies (the people, especially) -- to make it a reality, starting in the fall of 2007.
No, that's not true: we only started to see it in the fall of 2007. In preparing presentations for various groups (most recently, a youth group at Hope Chapel on Maui -- hence the reference to poi, above), I've spent quite a bit of time reverse-engineering the process that led to The Lord's Rain being built, and I've realized that elements were put in place decades ago. I like to refer to the directions for the building of the tabernacle by the Israelites after they'd left Egypt. Huge amount of pure gold are required, but where would they get it? Answer: it was the gold they'd taken from their Egyptian neighbors. They may have thought it would be for trading once they reached the Promised Land, but in reality, God intended it for the tabernacle all along. In the same way, the preparations of one's heart, the connections and the "chance" encounters over many years have led to this point -- and who knows what else?
If you look back over much of your own life, you'll probably see how the connections have unfolded -- seemingly unrelated connections, too -- that all fit together. In other words, God puts His ducks in a row long before we even know there's a pond.
The Lord's Rain has meant different things to different people, as
you can see in this clip. We've also seen people grow out of their past lives and become the servers where they used to be the servees. Herbie, Gary, Danilo, Joanne ... all have stepped into roles that are showing them that they're able to help others, and do so with a measure of compassion because they've Been There, too.
The Lord's Rain has also afforded Janet the opportunity to grow into the role that God has for her. She took on the job of Assistant Pastor and leader of The Lord's Rain in the fall of 2012 and has helped develop Ladies' Day (Monday mornings) and opening times in afternoons and middays. She is one of the most loving and compassionate people I know, dedicated to the Mission and its people; her ability to speak into people's lives astounds me.
"Pastor, come out here!"
Barbara is a 50-something woman who gets around on a walker. She usually just comes in to get a coffee and leave, but this time, she only stuck her head in and called to me. She evidently figured the street was more "private" than The Lord's Rain, and she's probably right. I came out and joined her and Lisa, a woman who looked only slightly younger.
"We're burying my brother today," she said. "Will you pray for me?" Of course. "And I also found out my other brother died around Christmas and they didn't tell me because I have a bad heart."
As we talked and prayed, it turned out that Lisa was Barbara's granddaughter.
Granddaughter?
I had taken Lisa to be a good friend or possibly a younger sister. Such are the ravages of drug use - premature aging, losing teeth, etc. This is why I have little time for those who promote any kind of treatment for drug abuse that doesn't get the person off drugs. It's chic to sneer at the Americans' "War on Drugs", but -- and I know I've said this before -- the "non-aggression pact" Canada has pursued with drugs hasn't been much use, either.
I can't remember seeing Barbara come to the Mission services, either upstairs or on the TV hookup downstairs. But even though we've made a point not to be overtly evangelical at The Lord's Rain, people still know they can get comfort -- or just unload their troubles on someone -- there. It's an ongoing "service" that we never thought we'd be providing -- along with the showers.
Connections ...
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Pastor Reggie, outside the strip joint in the Bronx
(nicked from NY Daily News) |
Reggie Stutzman, who was pastor at the Bowery Mission when I made that "fateful" visit in 2007 and saw their showers facility, has a challenge in front of him:
trying to claim a building for the Lord in South Bronx. Reggie's current church, Real Life Church, in Hunt's Point, needs a permanent space and they've been trying to raise the money to buy a building currently occupied by a strip club.
It's not dissimilar from the way The Lord's Rain came into being. Our storefront space at 327 Carrall Street was formerly occupied by an anarchist organization (isn't that an oxymoron?) and before that, a drug-needle exchange and supervised injection site (prior to the opening of InSite, further up the street). Truly, God claimed this building for His own purpose, so there is a precedent for Him to do the same in the Bronx. I'll pass along any updates.
