30 Days of Gratitude: Day 30
I'm grateful for the homes I have.
Pasadena.
San Luis Obispo.
Fresno.
Northridge.
Yosemite.
I'm grateful for the places and spaces that feel like home to me. The people who I can be myself with. The towns, streets, houses, rivers, and mountains that feel like my own. That feel like they have always been mine. I'm grateful for the people I've been able to share them with, for a moment for a long time.
For the roads I've traveled to be in the places that I love and cherish. The cars that have gotten me there and the music I've listened to along the way. I'm never very far from home then.
Showing posts with label Fresno. Show all posts
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11.30.2015
11.28.2015
Small Business Saturday (30 Days of Gratitude)
30 Days of Gratitude: Day 28
One of my favorite traditions of the crazy holiday season is Small Business Saturday. It's a great time to invest in local business and communities and to hear first hand the dreams of business owners. For many of them this is their dream becoming a reality and it's great to partake in their dreams alongside them, even when I'm not local to a place.
And we even made it into the Fresno Bee! You can check out the article here.
So thank you to all the the local business who dream big and invite us to share in that with you. For your commitment to your community and to your customers, and for hope you inspire in us to also dream big.
Here are the places Sol and I visited during the day:
1) Raizana Tea
2) Misc.
3) Dear Danger
4) HIVE Clovis
5) On the Edge
6) Pho 75 # 2
7) Goldsteins Mortuary & Delicatessen
One of my favorite traditions of the crazy holiday season is Small Business Saturday. It's a great time to invest in local business and communities and to hear first hand the dreams of business owners. For many of them this is their dream becoming a reality and it's great to partake in their dreams alongside them, even when I'm not local to a place.
And we even made it into the Fresno Bee! You can check out the article here.
So thank you to all the the local business who dream big and invite us to share in that with you. For your commitment to your community and to your customers, and for hope you inspire in us to also dream big.
Here are the places Sol and I visited during the day:
1) Raizana Tea
2) Misc.
3) Dear Danger
4) HIVE Clovis
5) On the Edge
6) Pho 75 # 2
7) Goldsteins Mortuary & Delicatessen
11.27.2015
#OptOutside (30 Days of Gratitude)
30 Days of Gratitude: Day 27
Instead of going shopping for Black Friday, we got to spend the day outside for REI's new thing called #OptOutside. Even though we were a little too tired to go hiking, Sol and I spent the day being outside - both reading in the Park, walking through Downtown Kingsburg (for their Julgransfest and Christmas Tree lighting). It was a great joy to spend the day not engaging in consumerism and being outside in the fresh (albeit exceptionally cold) air.
Instead of going shopping for Black Friday, we got to spend the day outside for REI's new thing called #OptOutside. Even though we were a little too tired to go hiking, Sol and I spent the day being outside - both reading in the Park, walking through Downtown Kingsburg (for their Julgransfest and Christmas Tree lighting). It was a great joy to spend the day not engaging in consumerism and being outside in the fresh (albeit exceptionally cold) air.
(November in Fresno)
(resting while at Oso de Oro Park)
(enjoying the Christmas tree lighting in Kingsburg. Included a Swedish Queen, Christmas carols, and dancing around the tree).
11.26.2015
Happy Thanksgiving! (30 Days of Gratitude)
30 Days of Gratitude: Day 26
Happy Thanksgiving! Here are some things I am thankful for on this day:
- Being able to wake up early (even though it's not my favorite)
- Awesome mugs
- Running on a beautiful day
- Being outside
- New socks!
- Warm jackets
- Delicious and plentiful food
- Time with the best friend
- Pie
- Dr. Pepper
- Hilarious conversations and inside jokes
- Watching movies
- Star Wars!
- Hot water
- Being able to sit down
- Texts from friends
- Sleeping
1.21.2015
Ink'd Again
Over Christmas I decided to get my second tattoo. I already received one that was I was thrilled with and they aren't lying when they say it becomes addicting.
This one is a finch who represents Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird. (It's placed on my left shoulder). TKAMB is one of my all time favorite books because of its power in storytelling and its relevance even today. Atticus Finch to me is a literary hero who stands up for justice and what is right no matter the cost and no matter if knows he's going to lose. He reminds me we too must often do just that.
"Courage is not a man with a gun in his hand. It's knowing you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do."
This serves as a reminder to me that courage not giving up, that standing up for justice is always important, even when we do lose. After all, Jesus stood against injustice and his accusers murdered him on a cross.
And this reminder hurt significantly more than the first one that's for sure.
This one is a finch who represents Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird. (It's placed on my left shoulder). TKAMB is one of my all time favorite books because of its power in storytelling and its relevance even today. Atticus Finch to me is a literary hero who stands up for justice and what is right no matter the cost and no matter if knows he's going to lose. He reminds me we too must often do just that.
"Courage is not a man with a gun in his hand. It's knowing you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do."
This serves as a reminder to me that courage not giving up, that standing up for justice is always important, even when we do lose. After all, Jesus stood against injustice and his accusers murdered him on a cross.
And this reminder hurt significantly more than the first one that's for sure.
10.17.2014
Fall, Friendships, and Fresno
Week of Gratitude Day 5
1) Fall Today it's starting to feel a bit more like fall. I could wear pants, a vest, and even a scarf. It's nice to pull out my winter clothes again.
2) Friendships in Fresno. Fresno has always been a place that was another home to me since I did FUI back in 2007. Since that summer project, I've always had a deep love for the city, it's people, and what God is doing there. Even though I've only lived in the city for a max of 12 weeks in my life, I feel like I grew up there.
3) For the Twin. My best friend Sol and I met on a summer project in Fresno. We were friends for 6 weeks before we decided that we'd be friends for a lifetime. She has taught me so much, has been with me through a lot of crap, and inspires and encourages me every day.
1) Fall Today it's starting to feel a bit more like fall. I could wear pants, a vest, and even a scarf. It's nice to pull out my winter clothes again.
2) Friendships in Fresno. Fresno has always been a place that was another home to me since I did FUI back in 2007. Since that summer project, I've always had a deep love for the city, it's people, and what God is doing there. Even though I've only lived in the city for a max of 12 weeks in my life, I feel like I grew up there.
3) For the Twin. My best friend Sol and I met on a summer project in Fresno. We were friends for 6 weeks before we decided that we'd be friends for a lifetime. She has taught me so much, has been with me through a lot of crap, and inspires and encourages me every day.
6.04.2014
The Story of My Tattoo
Back in March I decided to get a tattoo. It was a long process to decide whether or not I wanted it, but here is a bit of the journey. It was started because of 30 Before 30: Do All The Things goals.
The tattoo place - Faithful and True in Fresno, CA
My best friend, Sol, went with me as moral support.
Channelle in the process of making it. Didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.
See - all smiles!
The finished product.
This is a reminder to me of God's promises and hope. For when I am obedient to follow God whether through the mountains or the valleys he always provides freedom. Sometimes it's difficult to keep climbing but faithfulness is action and every step I take is an act of faith. And my faith in God brings freedom, healing, and restoration.
"I lift my eyes to the mountains, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." - Psalm 121:1-2
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11.30.2013
Fresno (30 Days of Gratitude)
I am thankful for the city of Fresno and all that I have seen, heard, and learned from this city. It was here in 2007, when I attended the Fresno Urban Internship where I learned about God's heart for the poor, to fight injustice, his love for the city. It was in this city where God began a work in me to purse reconciliation on all levels. It was in this city where I learned so much of who I was, who God is, and how to love others. It was in this city in 2010 where I met my best friend and twin, Sol. It was through the things I learned here that propelled me to come on InterVarsity staff.
I owe much of who I have grown to be over the past six and half years because I first came to this city in a hot summer in 2007. And I will be eternally grateful.
I owe much of who I have grown to be over the past six and half years because I first came to this city in a hot summer in 2007. And I will be eternally grateful.
11.29.2013
Gratitude Snorkel #4 (30 Days of Gratitude)
Spending time in Fresno has been the best thing of my week. I'm so grateful to be here in my other home and with my best friend. Many of the other things I'm grateful for this week are:
- Days off of work
- Lunch adventures with Coral and Jenel and plotting to sing karaoke at Islands
- CD's and music to drive to during traffic
- Pho, singing in the rain, beer, and the twin
- Chicken instead of Turkey for Thanksgiving dinner
- Successfully making our own Thanksgiving dinner for the first time
- Eating Thanksgiving leftovers
- Relaxing to fun movies and TV shows
- Sleeping in
- Visiting my favorite places - Teazers, Peeve's, and more
- Photography, golden hour, and fallen leaves
- "Lake Side Story" - seeing a goose turf war in action (and the hilarity that ensued)
- Spending lots of quality time with my best friend
11.10.2013
The Twin (30 Days of Gratitude)
Sol is my best friend. God wanted us to be in each other lives and I often have to revisit the story of how we met to know that is true. We shouldn't have met, it was clearly orchestrated by Jesus. We met at the Fresno Urban Internship back in 2010 - neither of us planning to go to FUI a second time, both of us wanting to be in other places, both having faced some hard rejection and trying to figure out our lives. We became deep friends during the six weeks there.
And since then we haven't lived in the same space since. That is hard. It is hard to have my best friend live 300 miles away from me. I was in SLO when she was still at UCLA. Then I moved to LA and she moved to Fresno. And our lives just get more full instead of less. And this is when the ugly beautiful returns - something that is so hard and difficult but that brings me closer to Jesus. It's hard to be joyful and thankful when seasons aren't easy but that's why it's a discipline to be thankful. Emotions are like the wind, they come and go in gusts and in breezes but thankfulness shouldn't be dependent on emotions.
I ramble. Probably unwise to post so late when I should be asleep. But as I'm in a season that feels full and my best friend lives far away - I want to remind myself why I'm so grateful for our friendship.
She gets me. She understands that when I need a cupcake that my world feels upside down and I really want to cry in a corner. She understands that I get easily excited over little things and joins me when I squeal over sloth socks or inappropriate magnets. She understands that I verbal vomit and talk in circles before I get to what I'm really feeling. She understands that birthdays are super important to me, because they are super important to her. She understands that when I don't speak, I'm not checking out but I'm too emotional for words. She knows what it means to be an InterVarsity staff work and knows what NSO, Myers-Briggs, GIG's, one on ones, MPD, Follow-Up, and all those IV lingo terms mean.
She challenges me. She reminds that the world does not revolve around me. She challenges me to continue to have grace for people, to forgive others and forgive myself. She brings me into her stories and her life so I may learn from another culture, from another perspective. She challenges me to see things outside of my persecutive, to never settle for less than my best, and to open myself to the ways Jesus is continuing to transform me.
She encourages me. She sees when I am hurting and sits with me. She grieves with me and laughs with me. She will talk on the phone about the things we are both looking at on Pinterest or will not hesitate to quote an entire episode of friends. She sees other people. She asks for their stories. She says hi to everyone, whether she knows them or not, if she doesn't know them - she gets to. She teaches me how to see the people around me that I would normally pass by.
She is my inspiration - risking a lot, putting herself out there, sharing her voice with others, and opening herself up to be transformed and used by Jesus in this season of her life. I'm so glad that Jesus brought us together that summer three and a half years ago. You are amazing. I love you girl.
And since then we haven't lived in the same space since. That is hard. It is hard to have my best friend live 300 miles away from me. I was in SLO when she was still at UCLA. Then I moved to LA and she moved to Fresno. And our lives just get more full instead of less. And this is when the ugly beautiful returns - something that is so hard and difficult but that brings me closer to Jesus. It's hard to be joyful and thankful when seasons aren't easy but that's why it's a discipline to be thankful. Emotions are like the wind, they come and go in gusts and in breezes but thankfulness shouldn't be dependent on emotions.
I ramble. Probably unwise to post so late when I should be asleep. But as I'm in a season that feels full and my best friend lives far away - I want to remind myself why I'm so grateful for our friendship.
She gets me. She understands that when I need a cupcake that my world feels upside down and I really want to cry in a corner. She understands that I get easily excited over little things and joins me when I squeal over sloth socks or inappropriate magnets. She understands that I verbal vomit and talk in circles before I get to what I'm really feeling. She understands that birthdays are super important to me, because they are super important to her. She understands that when I don't speak, I'm not checking out but I'm too emotional for words. She knows what it means to be an InterVarsity staff work and knows what NSO, Myers-Briggs, GIG's, one on ones, MPD, Follow-Up, and all those IV lingo terms mean.
She challenges me. She reminds that the world does not revolve around me. She challenges me to continue to have grace for people, to forgive others and forgive myself. She brings me into her stories and her life so I may learn from another culture, from another perspective. She challenges me to see things outside of my persecutive, to never settle for less than my best, and to open myself to the ways Jesus is continuing to transform me.
She encourages me. She sees when I am hurting and sits with me. She grieves with me and laughs with me. She will talk on the phone about the things we are both looking at on Pinterest or will not hesitate to quote an entire episode of friends. She sees other people. She asks for their stories. She says hi to everyone, whether she knows them or not, if she doesn't know them - she gets to. She teaches me how to see the people around me that I would normally pass by.
She is my inspiration - risking a lot, putting herself out there, sharing her voice with others, and opening herself up to be transformed and used by Jesus in this season of her life. I'm so glad that Jesus brought us together that summer three and a half years ago. You are amazing. I love you girl.
12.03.2012
Lies Are Shot at Me Like Bullets
(written during FUI in July 2010)
Lies are shot at me like bullets,
Leaving their holes inside my soul,
Leaving their scars behind, even when the shells are gone
Screaming – I AM A FAILURE!
I wonder, when the disappointment will end?
I hear only hurtful words, replaying on a stuck loop in my
mind.
I see the hidden tears masked with shouts.
I want to escape to my own world where the shouts are
silenced.
A world with mountains that point to the heavens
And clouds that cool the air.
I am exhausted from the city that never sleeps.
I do not sleep well.
Awaken by heat and sirens
That blaze throughout the night and day.
Those words still blare like sirens in the dark night.
They scream with a child’s pain, who is now screaming at me.
I pretend to have it all together for I must keep up
appearances.
Inside I feel frustrated and finished.
The wounds are too deep to hide,
Telling me I should have known what to say.
If I touch something, will it fail?
Why am I not better?
I worry that I have ruined everything.
Hiding in back bedrooms, I cry only in secret.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I understand that I was
right.
I was right to set a standard,
To take a stand.
And I say these seemingly meaningless words to make myself
feel better.
I dream of cooler weather and tempers,
A life outside this city, a life in the mountains of my
mind.
For I need a rest, a shelter from the shooting shells.
I lie still, bleeding, waiting for rescue.
Lies are shot at me like bullets.
Easily believed, easily received,
Leaving gaping wounds behind
Whispering – I am a failure.
I wear a mask too disgusting to wear any longer.
The tears will no longer stay hidden in back bedrooms.
I cannot hide the bullet holes with glitter any more
Can the world see right through me?
When the outside world returns, the tears do not disappear.
They return to their secret places, in dark shadows,
Waiting to pounce on their prey, once the threat has
retreated,
Once I am alone.
That is when the lies come and invade.
Like a thief in the night,
Ready to steal what is left of my truth.
What is left of my security.
I lift my eyes up to the hills.
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
The maker of heaven and earth.
Will the Lord come and rescue one who is buried
Beneath broken shells of words?
Covered in dark ash,
Cowering in a pit of despair.
For when the lies are shot at me like bullets
I run into a foxhole, a pit of hell,
Praying for protection from the screams and whispers of
I am a failure.
But I waited patiently for the Lord.
What else was I to do?
The Lord turned to me and he heard my cry.
He came to my rescue.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
Out of the mud and mire.
He set my feet on a rock
And gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
A hymn of praise to our God.
Now many will see and fear
And put their trust in the Lord.
11.17.2012
Scones and Wisdom (30 Days of Gratitude)
Today I am thankful for scones. Carrie Minturn seriously makes the best scones. With her recipe and her natural talent for baking that I have yet to posses (I think I may get when I become a mother), and that every time I've had one I'm about ready to have an emotional break down, they are seriously the best things in the known universe. These are probably my favorite food of all time, the banana chocolate chip ones being my all time favorites. She is a genius.
But not only does she make the best scones on the planet, I am so blessed by her wisdom and her truth. Carrie is a straight shooter but a gracious one at that. She is always imparting on me the wisdom of her years and experience and I hope I can possess some of that as I grow older. She is a wonderful role model to me of what it looks like to be a godly woman, mother, and wife - who not only seeks to love Jesus but to love the city and to strive for justice. I am so thankful I did FUI in 2010 and I got to know her (and benefit from her cooking) and that I can come over to her house and she welcomes me home. Because of her hospitality and love, I have always felt like that house was another place I could call home and feel safe.
And her scones are the best. THE BEST. I am still thinking about them and that says something about how good they are.
But not only does she make the best scones on the planet, I am so blessed by her wisdom and her truth. Carrie is a straight shooter but a gracious one at that. She is always imparting on me the wisdom of her years and experience and I hope I can possess some of that as I grow older. She is a wonderful role model to me of what it looks like to be a godly woman, mother, and wife - who not only seeks to love Jesus but to love the city and to strive for justice. I am so thankful I did FUI in 2010 and I got to know her (and benefit from her cooking) and that I can come over to her house and she welcomes me home. Because of her hospitality and love, I have always felt like that house was another place I could call home and feel safe.
And her scones are the best. THE BEST. I am still thinking about them and that says something about how good they are.
11.16.2012
People, Places, and Things (30 Days of Gratitude)
Ok, I'm not really thankful for all nouns today, but I just had so much this weekend I need a laundry list of them all:
- A car to take me to my homes away from home
- Fresno and it's hidden beauty
- Local flavor of Fresno Brewing Company, Estrella Bakery, and Pho 75#2
- Pho and egg rolls
- Pan Dulce and cute four year olds who flirt with you
- Delicious beer and the glasses they come in
- Sitting with children while they tell you how to color
- Being buried in pillows
- Friendships both new and old
- Wisdom of those older than me
- Hard hitting truths
- Late night conversations and many Friends references
- The purple room and my other bed
- Twinship
6.24.2012
Travels Told Through Instragram
I recently visited Fresno and San Luis Obispo in the past week. Two of my favorite places in the world - for what I have experienced while living there, the people who still live there, and the hidden gems of each place.
And I was really into Instragram while I was there (much more than usual) since I actually had fun things to take pictures of. So here is my trip (as told through Instragram).
And I was really into Instragram while I was there (much more than usual) since I actually had fun things to take pictures of. So here is my trip (as told through Instragram).
(top left) The Honolulu at Teazers
(top right) The Coconut Mocha at Ironbird Cafe
(bottom) Girls' night at the Minturns
(top left) Firestone tri-tip sandwich and fries
(top right) Pistachio ice cream at Doc Burnstein's
(bottom left) Pastrami sandwich at High Street Deli
(bottom right) Breakfast burrito and nutty bean coffee at Nautical Bean
At Avila Beach
Me and my mom each bought new Cal Poly sweatshirts. She thought about getting an alumni one until I pointed out that they all said San Luis Obispo and she went to Cal Poly Pomona. Big difference.
(top left) Marshmallow madness book at Avila Valley Barn
(bottom left) Bean-boozed jelly beans at Doc Burnsteins
(right) Cool bottles at an Arroyo Grande antique shop
5.18.2012
Success and Failure
Let me preface this blog post by saying I am not writing all this about success and failure because I have it all figured out. It is a process that I am working through. I will still be working through for a long time. The scars and wounds I have from this past year (since August) are still fresh, beginning slowly to heal. And thinking about this helps.
The book, Theirs is the Kingdom by Robert Lupton, is a fantastic book about Lupton's move to inner-city Atlanta. In this series of vignettes (short stories), Lupton has family share how the city and its people taught them much about love, Jesus, service, poverty, and riches. I was skimming through the book the other day when I came across this story about a mission venture, which ultimately failed miserably.
"What went wrong? Why did we so miserably fail when our motives, our mission, our plans were all of high quality? Did we not listen carefully enough to God's Spirit?"
I used this quote almost two years go in a while sending summer updates from my mission trip in Fresno. At the time I was feeling like mission trips were a success or a failure, never realizing life, well the missional Christian life, cannot be categorized into such black and white boxes. But when I re-read the update, and put it into the context of my current life, I was nearly moved to tears.
Back in February I had to quit my job as a middle school teacher. I entered the profession with high quality motives, desires, missions, and plans but it was not enough to carry me through to the end of the year. Long before February, I felt I had miserably failed at my job. There were many complicated reasons for my departure that I will not say publicly over the internet. I was treated wrongly and neglected, I felt insure and made mistakes, I faced failure head on when I quit, feeling somehow I had disobeyed God and that is why the year turned out so poor.
I wondered what I had done to displease God so much. I wondered if I misheard God's call. But everything came so easy when moving to San Bernardino. Within a month I had a full time job, an inexpensive apartment close to my school, two amazing roommates, and all without hassle or stress. Wasn't all of this a sign to move forward? But then what happened in between? Was I not a good enough teacher? Was I not trained well? Was I not passionate enough? And why, with all my good motives and heart, why did God let this happen to me?
Behind all of my questioning was the subtle heresy that "God will prosper any endeavor that is done according to this will. The corollary its that whatever fails was somehow done contrary to His intentions. The error in this assumption is perfect communion with God assures flawless performance of his will." Ha! I have to laugh a little bit because this is ridiculous to think I will ever have perfect communion with God while still a sinful human. Neither perfect communion nor flawless performance is possible for us human beings.
Success, ministry success that is, I have learned, has little to do with the performance of God's will. Sometimes the best of intentions and motives goes terribly wrong and the plan or project doesn't work the way intended. Sometimes poor motives and selfish desires turns into an amazing chance for God to reveal his true grace and power. Sometimes we fail because of our sin, shortsightedness, or stupidity and we must learn from those mistakes. Sometimes we fail because of someone else's failure or sin and must learn how to give grace. Sometimes there is no one to blame, there was too much or too little rain and in these cases, there is no corrective lesson to be learned.
Success is not an automatic consequence of obedience. In Proverbs it says, “A righteous man falls seven times and rises again” (24:16). Even Noah, who obeyed God's call to build an ark, had to to live for 140 days in a box of pooping animals. God never told Noah when the rain would stop, only that it would. Noah had no idea if would be in the ark for 10 days, 50 days, 140 days, or years and years. Failure is not an automatic consequence of disobedience. Many of the 12 disciples basically failed out of Jewish school, they were not good enough to be chosen to follow a rabbi before Jesus came. It wasn't because they weren't disobedient, God had other plans for them.
We have a dependable God who made a trustworthy commitment that no matter what happens - success or failure - he will use it for our ultimate good and the Kingdom's ultimate good. And while my year was a terrible one, one I would deem a total failure, I know in God's eyes, there is good. God sees me for who I am, not as a failed teacher, not as a mistake, but as a loved (albeit wounded) daughter. And that, brings me hope that I was obedient in his call.Let me preface this blog post by saying I am not writing all this about success and failure because I have it all figured out. It is a process that I am working through. I will still be working through for a long time. The scars and wounds I have from this past year (since August) are still fresh, beginning slowly to heal. And thinking about this helps.
The book, Theirs is the Kingdom by Robert Lupton, is a fantastic book about Lupton's move to inner-city Atlanta. In this series of vignettes (short stories), Lupton has family share how the city and its people taught them much about love, Jesus, service, poverty, and riches. I was skimming through the book the other day when I came across this story about a mission venture, which ultimately failed miserably.
"What went wrong? Why did we so miserably fail when our motives, our mission, our plans were all of high quality? Did we not listen carefully enough to God's Spirit?"
I used this quote almost two years go in a while sending summer updates from my mission trip in Fresno. At the time I was feeling like mission trips were a success or a failure, never realizing life, well the missional Christian life, cannot be categorized into such black and white boxes. But when I re-read the update, and put it into the context of my current life, I was nearly moved to tears.
Back in February I had to quit my job as a middle school teacher. I entered the profession with high quality motives, desires, missions, and plans but it was not enough to carry me through to the end of the year. Long before February, I felt I had miserably failed at my job. There were many complicated reasons for my departure that I will not say publicly over the internet. I was treated wrongly and neglected, I felt insure and made mistakes, I faced failure head on when I quit, feeling somehow I had disobeyed God and that is why the year turned out so poor.
I wondered what I had done to displease God so much. I wondered if I misheard God's call. But everything came so easy when moving to San Bernardino. Within a month I had a full time job, an inexpensive apartment close to my school, two amazing roommates, and all without hassle or stress. Wasn't all of this a sign to move forward? But then what happened in between? Was I not a good enough teacher? Was I not trained well? Was I not passionate enough? And why, with all my good motives and heart, why did God let this happen to me?
Behind all of my questioning was the subtle heresy that "God will prosper any endeavor that is done according to this will. The corollary its that whatever fails was somehow done contrary to His intentions. The error in this assumption is perfect communion with God assures flawless performance of his will." Ha! I have to laugh a little bit because this is ridiculous to think I will ever have perfect communion with God while still a sinful human. Neither perfect communion nor flawless performance is possible for us human beings.
Success, ministry success that is, I have learned, has little to do with the performance of God's will. Sometimes the best of intentions and motives goes terribly wrong and the plan or project doesn't work the way intended. Sometimes poor motives and selfish desires turns into an amazing chance for God to reveal his true grace and power. Sometimes we fail because of our sin, shortsightedness, or stupidity and we must learn from those mistakes. Sometimes we fail because of someone else's failure or sin and must learn how to give grace. Sometimes there is no one to blame, there was too much or too little rain and in these cases, there is no corrective lesson to be learned.
Success is not an automatic consequence of obedience. In Proverbs it says, “A righteous man falls seven times and rises again” (24:16). Even Noah, who obeyed God's call to build an ark, had to to live for 140 days in a box of pooping animals. God never told Noah when the rain would stop, only that it would. Noah had no idea if would be in the ark for 10 days, 50 days, 140 days, or years and years. Failure is not an automatic consequence of disobedience. Many of the 12 disciples basically failed out of Jewish school, they were not good enough to be chosen to follow a rabbi before Jesus came. It wasn't because they weren't disobedient, God had other plans for them.
We have a dependable God who made a trustworthy commitment that no matter what happens - success or failure - he will use it for our ultimate good and the Kingdom's ultimate good. And while my year was a terrible one, one I would deem a total failure, I know in God's eyes, there is good. God sees me for who I am, not as a failed teacher, not as a mistake, but as a loved (albeit wounded) daughter. And that, brings me hope that I was obedient in his call.
The book, Theirs is the Kingdom by Robert Lupton, is a fantastic book about Lupton's move to inner-city Atlanta. In this series of vignettes (short stories), Lupton has family share how the city and its people taught them much about love, Jesus, service, poverty, and riches. I was skimming through the book the other day when I came across this story about a mission venture, which ultimately failed miserably.
"What went wrong? Why did we so miserably fail when our motives, our mission, our plans were all of high quality? Did we not listen carefully enough to God's Spirit?"
I used this quote almost two years go in a while sending summer updates from my mission trip in Fresno. At the time I was feeling like mission trips were a success or a failure, never realizing life, well the missional Christian life, cannot be categorized into such black and white boxes. But when I re-read the update, and put it into the context of my current life, I was nearly moved to tears.
Back in February I had to quit my job as a middle school teacher. I entered the profession with high quality motives, desires, missions, and plans but it was not enough to carry me through to the end of the year. Long before February, I felt I had miserably failed at my job. There were many complicated reasons for my departure that I will not say publicly over the internet. I was treated wrongly and neglected, I felt insure and made mistakes, I faced failure head on when I quit, feeling somehow I had disobeyed God and that is why the year turned out so poor.
I wondered what I had done to displease God so much. I wondered if I misheard God's call. But everything came so easy when moving to San Bernardino. Within a month I had a full time job, an inexpensive apartment close to my school, two amazing roommates, and all without hassle or stress. Wasn't all of this a sign to move forward? But then what happened in between? Was I not a good enough teacher? Was I not trained well? Was I not passionate enough? And why, with all my good motives and heart, why did God let this happen to me?
Behind all of my questioning was the subtle heresy that "God will prosper any endeavor that is done according to this will. The corollary its that whatever fails was somehow done contrary to His intentions. The error in this assumption is perfect communion with God assures flawless performance of his will." Ha! I have to laugh a little bit because this is ridiculous to think I will ever have perfect communion with God while still a sinful human. Neither perfect communion nor flawless performance is possible for us human beings.
Success, ministry success that is, I have learned, has little to do with the performance of God's will. Sometimes the best of intentions and motives goes terribly wrong and the plan or project doesn't work the way intended. Sometimes poor motives and selfish desires turns into an amazing chance for God to reveal his true grace and power. Sometimes we fail because of our sin, shortsightedness, or stupidity and we must learn from those mistakes. Sometimes we fail because of someone else's failure or sin and must learn how to give grace. Sometimes there is no one to blame, there was too much or too little rain and in these cases, there is no corrective lesson to be learned.
Success is not an automatic consequence of obedience. In Proverbs it says, “A righteous man falls seven times and rises again” (24:16). Even Noah, who obeyed God's call to build an ark, had to to live for 140 days in a box of pooping animals. God never told Noah when the rain would stop, only that it would. Noah had no idea if would be in the ark for 10 days, 50 days, 140 days, or years and years. Failure is not an automatic consequence of disobedience. Many of the 12 disciples basically failed out of Jewish school, they were not good enough to be chosen to follow a rabbi before Jesus came. It wasn't because they weren't disobedient, God had other plans for them.
We have a dependable God who made a trustworthy commitment that no matter what happens - success or failure - he will use it for our ultimate good and the Kingdom's ultimate good. And while my year was a terrible one, one I would deem a total failure, I know in God's eyes, there is good. God sees me for who I am, not as a failed teacher, not as a mistake, but as a loved (albeit wounded) daughter. And that, brings me hope that I was obedient in his call.Let me preface this blog post by saying I am not writing all this about success and failure because I have it all figured out. It is a process that I am working through. I will still be working through for a long time. The scars and wounds I have from this past year (since August) are still fresh, beginning slowly to heal. And thinking about this helps.
The book, Theirs is the Kingdom by Robert Lupton, is a fantastic book about Lupton's move to inner-city Atlanta. In this series of vignettes (short stories), Lupton has family share how the city and its people taught them much about love, Jesus, service, poverty, and riches. I was skimming through the book the other day when I came across this story about a mission venture, which ultimately failed miserably.
"What went wrong? Why did we so miserably fail when our motives, our mission, our plans were all of high quality? Did we not listen carefully enough to God's Spirit?"
I used this quote almost two years go in a while sending summer updates from my mission trip in Fresno. At the time I was feeling like mission trips were a success or a failure, never realizing life, well the missional Christian life, cannot be categorized into such black and white boxes. But when I re-read the update, and put it into the context of my current life, I was nearly moved to tears.
Back in February I had to quit my job as a middle school teacher. I entered the profession with high quality motives, desires, missions, and plans but it was not enough to carry me through to the end of the year. Long before February, I felt I had miserably failed at my job. There were many complicated reasons for my departure that I will not say publicly over the internet. I was treated wrongly and neglected, I felt insure and made mistakes, I faced failure head on when I quit, feeling somehow I had disobeyed God and that is why the year turned out so poor.
I wondered what I had done to displease God so much. I wondered if I misheard God's call. But everything came so easy when moving to San Bernardino. Within a month I had a full time job, an inexpensive apartment close to my school, two amazing roommates, and all without hassle or stress. Wasn't all of this a sign to move forward? But then what happened in between? Was I not a good enough teacher? Was I not trained well? Was I not passionate enough? And why, with all my good motives and heart, why did God let this happen to me?
Behind all of my questioning was the subtle heresy that "God will prosper any endeavor that is done according to this will. The corollary its that whatever fails was somehow done contrary to His intentions. The error in this assumption is perfect communion with God assures flawless performance of his will." Ha! I have to laugh a little bit because this is ridiculous to think I will ever have perfect communion with God while still a sinful human. Neither perfect communion nor flawless performance is possible for us human beings.
Success, ministry success that is, I have learned, has little to do with the performance of God's will. Sometimes the best of intentions and motives goes terribly wrong and the plan or project doesn't work the way intended. Sometimes poor motives and selfish desires turns into an amazing chance for God to reveal his true grace and power. Sometimes we fail because of our sin, shortsightedness, or stupidity and we must learn from those mistakes. Sometimes we fail because of someone else's failure or sin and must learn how to give grace. Sometimes there is no one to blame, there was too much or too little rain and in these cases, there is no corrective lesson to be learned.
Success is not an automatic consequence of obedience. In Proverbs it says, “A righteous man falls seven times and rises again” (24:16). Even Noah, who obeyed God's call to build an ark, had to to live for 140 days in a box of pooping animals. God never told Noah when the rain would stop, only that it would. Noah had no idea if would be in the ark for 10 days, 50 days, 140 days, or years and years. Failure is not an automatic consequence of disobedience. Many of the 12 disciples basically failed out of Jewish school, they were not good enough to be chosen to follow a rabbi before Jesus came. It wasn't because they weren't disobedient, God had other plans for them.
We have a dependable God who made a trustworthy commitment that no matter what happens - success or failure - he will use it for our ultimate good and the Kingdom's ultimate good. And while my year was a terrible one, one I would deem a total failure, I know in God's eyes, there is good. God sees me for who I am, not as a failed teacher, not as a mistake, but as a loved (albeit wounded) daughter. And that, brings me hope that I was obedient in his call.
3.07.2012
A Second Chance
Fresno has turned into my home away from home. I never would have thought that after going to FUI (you know, that internship thingy I discuss a lot. Apparently it was important in my life. I will you look back at old blog posts for references and cool links). And one of the coolest things about being back in Fresno this time around was that I got to see a second chance for the Iron Bird Cafe.
The place closed down shortly after I left Fresno for my second summer at FUI. It was heartbreaking to many of the people who frequented the establishment and loved their coffee. And they were thus overjoyed by it's return. The current owner is Amy Liao who owns Teazer World Market tea shops in Fresno (which I also LOVE). When I was in their last, I got to meet Amy and in her words "We've got to focus on making the good coffee and good food." Then she'll worry about the publicity.
I love this place because I feel like it is a metaphor for the city of Fresno. The city is virtually split into 2 parts - North Fresno is the rich area with the large shopping centers and tourist attractions. Downtown Fresno is full of poverty, homelessness, brokenness, and it easily forgotten about. People drive on the 99, past Fulton mall, past downtown, to get straight into Riverpark and Clovis and beyond. The downtown was left in the wake of their dust.
Years ago, the city learned that they were in the city with the highest concentrated poverty rate (people in a designated area living below the poverty line - they have the most designated areas). Since then people have worked to give their resources, time, and even Christian men and women have moved into the neighborhood to invest their own lives, money, and time into the city. Like IronBird, the city was given a second chance, was given hope to be renewed.
"Shout for joy, you heavens' rejoice, you earth; burst into song you mountains! For the Lord comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones. But Zion said, 'The Lord has forsaken me, the Lord has forgotten me.' Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; you walls are ever before me." - Isaiah 49:13-16
Like Zion, Fresno will not be forsaken or forgotten by the Lord. During times of trouble, I feel like Zion and Fresno, I feel like God has left me and forgotten about me. But this verse reminds me, reminds the cities, that the Lord can no more forget, can no more walk away than a mother could possibly walk away from their nursing baby. Even in times of trouble, the Lord has not forsaken us but calls us to rejoice. Gives us hope and a second chance.
The Coconut Mocha from Iron Bird Cafe
The place closed down shortly after I left Fresno for my second summer at FUI. It was heartbreaking to many of the people who frequented the establishment and loved their coffee. And they were thus overjoyed by it's return. The current owner is Amy Liao who owns Teazer World Market tea shops in Fresno (which I also LOVE). When I was in their last, I got to meet Amy and in her words "We've got to focus on making the good coffee and good food." Then she'll worry about the publicity.
I love this place because I feel like it is a metaphor for the city of Fresno. The city is virtually split into 2 parts - North Fresno is the rich area with the large shopping centers and tourist attractions. Downtown Fresno is full of poverty, homelessness, brokenness, and it easily forgotten about. People drive on the 99, past Fulton mall, past downtown, to get straight into Riverpark and Clovis and beyond. The downtown was left in the wake of their dust.
Years ago, the city learned that they were in the city with the highest concentrated poverty rate (people in a designated area living below the poverty line - they have the most designated areas). Since then people have worked to give their resources, time, and even Christian men and women have moved into the neighborhood to invest their own lives, money, and time into the city. Like IronBird, the city was given a second chance, was given hope to be renewed.
"Shout for joy, you heavens' rejoice, you earth; burst into song you mountains! For the Lord comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones. But Zion said, 'The Lord has forsaken me, the Lord has forgotten me.' Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; you walls are ever before me." - Isaiah 49:13-16
Like Zion, Fresno will not be forsaken or forgotten by the Lord. During times of trouble, I feel like Zion and Fresno, I feel like God has left me and forgotten about me. But this verse reminds me, reminds the cities, that the Lord can no more forget, can no more walk away than a mother could possibly walk away from their nursing baby. Even in times of trouble, the Lord has not forsaken us but calls us to rejoice. Gives us hope and a second chance.
12.14.2011
A Call to Action
Sometimes it is just not enough to talk about things. We like to do that in our culture. We like to talk, theorize, conclude, write papers, do research, and sit in the comfort of our desk chairs and coffee shops debating things. We like to talk about how serious urban poverty it, how wretched sex trafficking is, how frustrating our economy has become, or whatever else we can think of. It is good to process and think through these issues to let them seep into our minds and brains and let them effect our souls. But then at some point, if we really care about the issue we have to get off our ass and do something. Not with every issue or problem ever in the world, but the ones we care about. I don't want to say that you have to go rush off to Africa to feed the orphans or even feel guilty for not doing so. But if all I ever did was talk about the stuff we care about - I have to ask myself, how much do I really care?
Here is a chance to do something simple - like sign your name. Which is all you have to do - sign your name to a petition combat sex trafficking in brothels posing as massage parlors in Fresno, CA. Yes Fresno - not India or East Asia or Africa or some foreign country with an unpronounceable name but a major city in California. I don't wan t
What have you got to lose by singing it anyway? Just something to keep thinking about while you drink that cup of coffee at your desk table.
Human Trafficking Petition
Here is a chance to do something simple - like sign your name. Which is all you have to do - sign your name to a petition combat sex trafficking in brothels posing as massage parlors in Fresno, CA. Yes Fresno - not India or East Asia or Africa or some foreign country with an unpronounceable name but a major city in California. I don't wan t
What have you got to lose by singing it anyway? Just something to keep thinking about while you drink that cup of coffee at your desk table.
Human Trafficking Petition
11.22.2011
Transition and Growing Up
Thanksgiving Break has given me a lot more free time to think as well as to write. Two days ago I as traveled home from Fresno, I met up with a long time friend of mine that I met when I did FUI (Fresno Urban Internship) about four and a half years ago. Our lives had both drastically changed since we met. She is married with a kid on the way, I have graduated, moved out, and had a full time job.
There was a moment when we were talking when I felt so glad to be blessed by her friendship. We were talking about growing up and what life was like after college. It was great to hear her admit that when she first finished college the transition was exceptionally hard. We agreed that it was one of the worst transition periods we ever faced. No matter what we thought was so tough and challenging in high school or college it was easy compared to the transition of growing into a "real adult."
It makes sense. After spending almost 18 years of my life with the identity of a student, suddenly that has been taken away. In college you actually have very little responsibility too. When you don't do a paper or an assignment, it rarely impacts someone else (expect in the case of the group project). If you make a mistake it is usually just on you. But in the real world when you don't do your work - it impacts EVERYONE around you. Especially as a teacher. If I don't plan well, then all my students suffer. And if they don't test well, then my school suffers. It is a lot of pressure and responsibility.
It was encouraging to know that this transition period was not limited to being hard for just teachers or even just me. I knew this somewhere in my brain that everyone goes through rough transition periods (especially after finishing college) but it was comforting to hear the stories of others. So today I am thankful for the stories of others.
There was a moment when we were talking when I felt so glad to be blessed by her friendship. We were talking about growing up and what life was like after college. It was great to hear her admit that when she first finished college the transition was exceptionally hard. We agreed that it was one of the worst transition periods we ever faced. No matter what we thought was so tough and challenging in high school or college it was easy compared to the transition of growing into a "real adult."
It makes sense. After spending almost 18 years of my life with the identity of a student, suddenly that has been taken away. In college you actually have very little responsibility too. When you don't do a paper or an assignment, it rarely impacts someone else (expect in the case of the group project). If you make a mistake it is usually just on you. But in the real world when you don't do your work - it impacts EVERYONE around you. Especially as a teacher. If I don't plan well, then all my students suffer. And if they don't test well, then my school suffers. It is a lot of pressure and responsibility.
It was encouraging to know that this transition period was not limited to being hard for just teachers or even just me. I knew this somewhere in my brain that everyone goes through rough transition periods (especially after finishing college) but it was comforting to hear the stories of others. So today I am thankful for the stories of others.
11.20.2011
Teazers, Twins, and Thankfulness
I am so thankful for Fresno. Fresno is a place that will always be dear to my heart. About four and a half years ago, I first arrived in Fresno as a bright eyed 19 year old - who had no idea how this amazing city would change my life forever. I have Fresno to thank for introducing me to the reality of poverty, for providing me with two especially deep friendships, a love for Pho, and a heart for the inner city.
10.19.2011
God of This City
I was first introduced to the idea of citywide poverty when I went to Fresno in 2007. There I saw how people could live their lives in hopelessness of never breaking out of this dangerous cycle. They lived lives of brokenness and emptiness. But within the city there was hope. There was awareness. There were people who lived there who cared about the people, about their problems, about their issues, and fought hard to do something about it. Fresno has changed because of the people who invested their time, their money, and their lives into the well being of a city.
Now I think it is time to do the same for San Bernardino. Much like Fresno, San Bernardino is largely ignored by people in the state. Few know where this city is, who lives here, and that there is even a college here. But there are thousands that call this place their home, if even their last remaining hope. Housing is cheap here, cheaper than a lot of other places. So people with no where else to go because rent is too high and no job anyway, come to San Bernardino to find this cheap housing. But they are disappointed when they too cannot find a job and are living paycheck to paycheck.
San Bernardino is the poorest city in the state of California, the second poorest in the nation. In an article published by The Sun they said, "34.6 of the city’s residents live below the poverty level, ranking it first in the state’s among those with a population of 200,000 or more and second nationally behind Detroit, according to findings by the U.S. Census Bureau." The study was done in 2010.
Yes the city was hit hard by the recession, but wasn’t everywhere else? Things took a turn for the worse all the way back in 1994 when the Norton Air Force Based closed. More than 10,000 military and civilian workers lost their jobs. Neighborhoods were abandoned and since then San Bernardino’s economy has been spiraling downward. The poverty level only increase as more big-time companies packed up and left. Most of the jobs that the companies provided required little education and few skills. But when they packed up their bags, they left behind a community with little education and poor job skills.
In the article, the director of the Mayor’s Office of Community Safety and Violence Prevention, Kent Paxton, calls for the churches and non-profit organizations to step up and partner with the city. But like everyone one else in this town, the churches are feeling the financial hardship as well. The article states that "Mike Mathias, an associate pastor at Victory Outreach San Bernardino, said one of the most common prayer requests from people at the church is that they would find a job."
Of the 5 California cities with the largest percentage in poverty, San Bernardino is the smallest city. I think that makes it easily forgotten. Fresno (30.2% living in poverty) has almost twice the population, and Los Angeles (21.6%) has almost 18 times the population. While there are more people living in poverty in this other cities, it breaks my heart to see that the city of San Bernardino to be so high in poverty. It is surrounded by beautiful mountains and so close to very rich neighborhoods. But here it lies, close to decay and ruins, with hopelessness running high. You can almost breathe the hopelessness in. And it’s with this that I get angry at the injustice of the city's poverty. It is because the big business moved that there are no jobs. And the way our country is going, you need more and more education to get a good job. The people here don't have that. So what hope is left?
I am one of the few who have a job here. I am of the rare case who moved here to this city because I have a job. I live here in this place of poverty and while I live in what many may consider the "better" part of town, the poverty nevertheless still affects everyone around me. I buy my groceries from the one grocery store that is fortune close to my house. I see the large amount of fast food restaurants here because there is no money base for nicer places to eat. I see the run down roads and hear the sirens that my neighbors hear. And I am one of the fortunate ones to have a job. I came here only because I have a job and that is rare. I am clearly in the minority of the working class.
I don’t know what to do. There is so much I don't know about this place. I know more about Fresno and LA than I do about San Bernardino. This town is just coming into my own life having lived only for a few months. I always knew it was here but I just had no idea the desperation that runs through the streets in this city. It is hard to be here and not know what to do. I am the "fix it" type of person. But where do I start.
So I am asking you to join me in praying for this city. I have seen the amazing power and wonder that the body of Christ can do for a city in need. Look at Fresno – God called people to move to that city and invest their lives in its governments, in its schools, in its business, and in its people. I am asking that you pray for this city, that God will send people to move here. That God will send a Christina fellowship to be a major presence at Cal State San Bernardino’s campus because that is lacking. That God will raise a community of relocators to come here, to this city.That we would see the change that we are seeing in Fresno, here. Because that is all that I can think of to do right now, is to pray.
Now I think it is time to do the same for San Bernardino. Much like Fresno, San Bernardino is largely ignored by people in the state. Few know where this city is, who lives here, and that there is even a college here. But there are thousands that call this place their home, if even their last remaining hope. Housing is cheap here, cheaper than a lot of other places. So people with no where else to go because rent is too high and no job anyway, come to San Bernardino to find this cheap housing. But they are disappointed when they too cannot find a job and are living paycheck to paycheck.
San Bernardino is the poorest city in the state of California, the second poorest in the nation. In an article published by The Sun they said, "34.6 of the city’s residents live below the poverty level, ranking it first in the state’s among those with a population of 200,000 or more and second nationally behind Detroit, according to findings by the U.S. Census Bureau." The study was done in 2010.
Yes the city was hit hard by the recession, but wasn’t everywhere else? Things took a turn for the worse all the way back in 1994 when the Norton Air Force Based closed. More than 10,000 military and civilian workers lost their jobs. Neighborhoods were abandoned and since then San Bernardino’s economy has been spiraling downward. The poverty level only increase as more big-time companies packed up and left. Most of the jobs that the companies provided required little education and few skills. But when they packed up their bags, they left behind a community with little education and poor job skills.
In the article, the director of the Mayor’s Office of Community Safety and Violence Prevention, Kent Paxton, calls for the churches and non-profit organizations to step up and partner with the city. But like everyone one else in this town, the churches are feeling the financial hardship as well. The article states that "Mike Mathias, an associate pastor at Victory Outreach San Bernardino, said one of the most common prayer requests from people at the church is that they would find a job."
Of the 5 California cities with the largest percentage in poverty, San Bernardino is the smallest city. I think that makes it easily forgotten. Fresno (30.2% living in poverty) has almost twice the population, and Los Angeles (21.6%) has almost 18 times the population. While there are more people living in poverty in this other cities, it breaks my heart to see that the city of San Bernardino to be so high in poverty. It is surrounded by beautiful mountains and so close to very rich neighborhoods. But here it lies, close to decay and ruins, with hopelessness running high. You can almost breathe the hopelessness in. And it’s with this that I get angry at the injustice of the city's poverty. It is because the big business moved that there are no jobs. And the way our country is going, you need more and more education to get a good job. The people here don't have that. So what hope is left?
I am one of the few who have a job here. I am of the rare case who moved here to this city because I have a job. I live here in this place of poverty and while I live in what many may consider the "better" part of town, the poverty nevertheless still affects everyone around me. I buy my groceries from the one grocery store that is fortune close to my house. I see the large amount of fast food restaurants here because there is no money base for nicer places to eat. I see the run down roads and hear the sirens that my neighbors hear. And I am one of the fortunate ones to have a job. I came here only because I have a job and that is rare. I am clearly in the minority of the working class.
I don’t know what to do. There is so much I don't know about this place. I know more about Fresno and LA than I do about San Bernardino. This town is just coming into my own life having lived only for a few months. I always knew it was here but I just had no idea the desperation that runs through the streets in this city. It is hard to be here and not know what to do. I am the "fix it" type of person. But where do I start.
So I am asking you to join me in praying for this city. I have seen the amazing power and wonder that the body of Christ can do for a city in need. Look at Fresno – God called people to move to that city and invest their lives in its governments, in its schools, in its business, and in its people. I am asking that you pray for this city, that God will send people to move here. That God will send a Christina fellowship to be a major presence at Cal State San Bernardino’s campus because that is lacking. That God will raise a community of relocators to come here, to this city.That we would see the change that we are seeing in Fresno, here. Because that is all that I can think of to do right now, is to pray.
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