mondays are my days off. a chance to rest, sabbath, and enjoy family.
i begin my workweek on tuesdays. i feel so privileged to work alongside incredible people. i feel like a glutton because how many people can say they are working in their ‘dream job’? however, this past tuesday proved to be a pretty crappy start to the week.
after arriving at the church (which simultaneously functions as a non-profit cafe), i went to the restroom to take care of some personal business only to find a crapload of poop.
yes…poop. dung. doo-doo. poo-poo. feces. #2. brownies.
it was pretty nasty. it was smeared on the toilet seat along with couple artistic strokes on the wall and floor. suddenly, i didn’t want to poop. let’s be honest. if i was anywhere else, i would have just walked out. but this is our church. this is our space, our cafe, our sanctuary, our 2nd home, etc. so for the next 20 minutes or so, i began my week by cleaning crap. yummy. i really wished one of the other male staff was present so i could have abused my authority to force them to clean the mess but george was in georgia and david was on a flight back from thailand. darn!
long story short, one of the homeless men that we’ve given grace to enjoy our space abused that privilege. in the past couple years, we’ve developed a love/hate relationship with the homeless community. that in itself would be a very long post and a half. we love them. honestly do. we care for them and their well being but honestly, everything time i or one of the other staff have to clean crap (literally or metaphorically), it is so very tempting to say, ‘i’ve had enough of the crap,’ and close the doors, raise the walls, build the moat, and call ADT. now, i want you to know, i’m not just referring to the homeless community. i’m referring to just situations or circumstances that make ministry complex or uncomfortable.
this really serves as a broken example of our church’s attempt to be missional. to be the church and not simply do church. but i will say this: sometimes, it is really really really hard. but being missional means to attempt to be a presence, love your neighbors, honor the poor and oppressed, beautify and elevate the ethos of the culture and community around you, and ultimately, live out your faith – crap and all.
so, it’s been a bit of a crappy week. but through it all and through our very broken lives and attempt to ‘be the church’, i pray and long for the Living God to redeem our crap.