A Southern, mature woman, by tradition, is to be wise, kind, nurturing, informed, and a builder of her home.  Adults modeled and taught me these values in my formative years and placed me where I could absorb them. Once grown, my cultural community added objectives to the mix: women’s Bible studies, flower arranging, cooking classes, sewing clubs, smocking lessons, bridge lessons, travel, mission trips, garden clubs, Pilates, book clubs, and carpool line etiquette.

With these in mind, and overly confident, 14 years ago, I purposed with friends to share our avocations and hobbies with women who were underexposed to these domestic conventions. I set up shop in Orange Mound to supplement and resource women in poverty. Knowing without any hesitation or doubt that I was clearly called to women in Orange Mound, I concluded they were eagerly waiting for me and in search of manicures, massages, Bible hermeneutics, homemaking skills, and the like. I was sure that these would provide stability, dignity, confidence, relaxation, and friendships. 

Instead, every woman I met here was in search of safety, food, and shelter.

Stunned, I soon sensed my bundle of “perks” was of little consequence in the real world of Orange Mound. Most of my new friends were unchurched, unmotivated, untraveled, uninspired, and unhealthy. Current events were not on their radar, and learning to cook with “EVOO” or do yoga was not in their top 100 survival skills.  The vast majority had no dentists, doctors, or therapists, and husbands were absent. Their collective ambition was to live through the night without injury and through the week with functioning utilities.

 I had arrived in an “escape room” without any clues. I didn’t know what I didn’t know. Shamefully blind and sugarcoating reality, I had never considered that what I was offering free of charge was of no real help to the women I met.  My “Plan A” on how to live life more abundantly was annoying, subjective, and irrelevant. The many volunteers who had come to join in the mission felt unappreciated and frustrated.

Daily, I pondered why God says over 400 times in Scripture to care for the poor. We will always have them with us, (Mark14:7). Showing mercy to the poor is in effect ministering to Jesus (Matthew 25:35-40). Shutting your eyes to the poor brings judgement (Proverbs 28:27). And the sin of Sodom, which is the most convicting of all: “the women were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and the needy “(Ezekiel16:49).

Refining, resourcing, and revitalization of neighborhoods are popular projects, but we were among women stuck at the survival stage of life. We resolved that our single charge and highest priority was to disciple in Truth all who arrived in earnest to work at the tea company.  

God calls all believers in His family to go to the unreached, and the women in Orange Mound were two miles from our church but a world away. The joy and freedom of living are immeasurably dependent on our relationship to the Lord and His Truth in the Gospel. We had to come alongside them to give Biblical counsel, principles, and encouragement through meeting basic needs most take for granted.

We knew that if they were willing to listen, through the power of the Holy Spirit, He could reverse the pattern of dependency on the tyranny of the urgent, government assistance, and the false narrative that all they would ever be is hopeless. Dependence on God in reverence and obedience would change lives, change families, and change neighborhoods.

Red Zone, Kingdom Community Builders, Neighborhood Christian Center , Orange  Mound Outreach and My Cup of Tea are collectively punctuating the promises of the Lord in our community. Helping hundreds of Orange Mound residents awaken to opportunities available for success are underway.  Discipling a few persons to whole devotion to the Lord, is a priority now.

Yesterday, I went off script in our weekly Bible study of Colossians and teased out contemplative points of faith and salvation.  The ladies were scanning the first chapter of the epistle to answer me.  “The answer is not in this chapter”, I whispered.  The discussion amped up, and those willing to participate offered irrefutable and valuable insights. They were not only correct, but they were feeling the Truth of God’s gift of Jesus personally. They used their own words, and not ours.

In the last week of April, several changed lives are finding new purpose and grasping why they are here, which is to know God and enjoy Him.

The seeds planted for over a decade have taken root and born fruit.  A change for the better has begun, and we have been changed for good. Pilates can wait.

In 1983, then Governor Lamar Alexander announced in his second inaugural address that Tennessee would host an old-fashioned homecoming in 1986 throughout the entire year and across the state. Tennessee’s Homecoming was billed as part hoe-down, part history lesson, and part celebration. Communities were invited to host official events, embark on improvement projects, and preserve their histories for future generations. Former Tennesseans were urged to come back home if not for good, then at least for a visit.

As a teenager, I remember the energy and excitement in my hometown. My grandmother, the county historian was neck deep in the planning and implementation of our community’s celebration – a community that was once home to David Crockett and the birthplace of Southern gospel music. It was such a unifying time in our history that my grandmother a “yellow dog,” FDR Democrat actually had a few nice things to say about our Republican governor. But it was also a time for reflection and gratitude for where we had been, where we were, and where we hoped to go.

Recently, we had a homecoming of our own at My Cup of Tea. We welcomed back Diane to our fold. (No one ever really leaves the fold, but Diane took a break from work at The House, and now she has returned to regular engagement.) We couldn’t be happier.

If you have followed us for a while, either through this blog or via social media, you may remember Diane. We have told Diane's inspiring story and been blessed by her faith and her talents.

Diane told us in an interview several years ago that she always wanted to be a nurse, but she married young and grappled with a drug addiction. After fighting through recovery with God’s help, she shares her story with other women facing similar challenges.

                “I’ve learned to blossom, embrace life, and trust in God,” she told us back then. “I used to never like to smile, and now I smile all the time.”

Diane’s role at My Cup of Tea is the same as when she left - interviewing applicants, teaching our soft skills curriculum, on-boarding new employees, and serving as a gentle, relatable, and empathetic counselor.

                “When they come in broken, I share that I’ve been broken too. Watching the ladies enter and remain a part is like planting flowers. Some are wilted, others are lifeless, but upon pruning, watering, and fertilizing, beauty is revived,” she said.

Just as when any of the ladies leave My Cup of Tea, Diane’s absence has been felt. Even if the reason for leaving is good news, we miss our sisters in the same way a parent misses an adult child who leaves for college or moves to a new city to start a life. You expect, or at least hope, to see them again, but the “loss” is still profound.

In Diane’s case, the reason for leaving wasn’t good news. She had not one, but two brothers who were seriously ill and needed her care. Reminiscent of Ruth in Scripture when Boaz says, “the whole town knows that you are a woman of strength and character,” (Ruth 3:11) no one was surprised that she would take leave to be caretaker for her brothers.

Diane joined My Cup of Tea in 2016, only 3 years after the tiny seeds of this garden were planted. We have a lot of history with Diane. Like any respectable homecoming, we celebrate with reflection and gratitude on all of that history, on the good she is bringing to our lives today, and on all we can accomplish with her and through her in the future.

Welcome home, Diane.

‘The main reason I stay at My Cup of Tea is because I love the sisterhood – encouraging one another, helping one another. I can’t think of a better place than My Cup of Tea to do that.”

                                                                                                             -Diane

In 1977, a Stanford University psychologist studying group dynamics, Albert Bandura, found that groups whose members were confident in the group’s abilities or likelihood of success were in fact more successful.

Duh.

This sounds a lot like what we have all been told by parents, teachers, coaches, and influential adults. “Have some self-confidence and you’ll do great,” or something to that effect. But there is more to it.

Bandura named this observation “collective efficacy.” Collective Efficacy Theory has since been applied across numerous disciplines including education, corporations, and criminal justice.

In a landmark study in 1997 led by Robert Sampson, a Harvard professor and past president of the American Society of Criminology, Sampson studied the impact of collective efficacy on reducing crime. What he found is that neighborhoods with a high crime rate and a low level of cooperation with law enforcement had little to no collective efficacy. Said a different way, neighbors did not believe that working together they could make a difference in their communities. But why?

For collective efficacy to form there must be social cohesion. Social cohesion involves having shared values and norms, social and institutional trust, a sense of belonging, cooperation, and equality and inclusion. When these pillars exist in a group, a business, or a neighborhood, they produce confidence among the group members that together the group can be impactful.

This is what we believe we have accomplished at My Cup of Tea, though the work must be ongoing and nurtured. Perhaps more importantly, collective efficacy is what we desire for Orange Mound, and the community is ripe to achieve it.

Factors that promote social cohesion

There are some basic elements of social cohesion that Orange Mound currently possesses or had in the past that it is capable of realizing in the future. They are:

·         High level of home ownership – Orange Mound has a previous history of home ownership that has waned. Today, home ownership is less than 50%, but still higher than many zip codes in Memphis and there is a legacy to build on. Others believe this too, as evidenced by the new home construction happening.

·         A core of stable, long-term residents – Mary Mitchell, the matriarch of Orange Mound and keeper of its history comes to mind. Among the My Cup of Tea ladies, Cheryl was raised here, left, and moved back. Bretta wasn’t raised in Orange Mound but has lived here for decades. It is true that many exited when crime rose, but there are still deep roots.

·         The presence of extended families – Some have extended families still in the neighborhood, but more high-quality housing options can help nurture that dynamic.

·         Close friendships among neighbors – This is difficult in every community in this age of communicating digitally and avoiding direct contact with other humans. However, our Neighborhood Watch, plans for a farmers’ market, and the intentionality of nonprofits JUICE Orange Mound and Red Zone Ministries to build relationships block by block are critical pieces of the puzzle. Also, the rich history surrounding Melrose High School and the connection people feel to it is another leveraging point.

·         Good schools – The schools within the Orange Mound zip codes are graded D or F on the state’s report card. Primarily this means that the vast majority of students are not reading or doing math on their grade level. But, Arise to Read, volunteers from My Cup of Tea, and others for Second Presbyterian Church are tutoring at Hanley Elementary.

·         People who attend local centers of worship – There are churches in Orange Mound that have been long-time anchors like Beulah Baptist Church, Mt. Moriah Baptist, and Mt. Pisgah CME. It has been our experience that many of the parishioners of these churches live outside of the neighborhood and those churchgoers in the community attend church outside of the 38111 or 38114 zip codes. There is much more work to do.

·         The use of amenities such as parks, recreation centers, and libraries – The Orange Mound Community Center has long been a gathering place for residents, Red Zone Ministries is providing a gathering spot with various opportunities for youth 9-18. There was a time when Orange Mound had one of the best parks in the city complete with an impressive swimming pool.

There are both historic and tangible building blocks in Orange Mound to attain social cohesion again, but it will take time and effort. The good news is that community efficacy at some level is not dependent on achieving the maximum level possible of social cohesion. What does that mean?

The small group that gathers on our porch to plan and implement our Neighborhood Watch can help lower crime on our block. That’s a start. To substantially lower the crime rate across the entire neighborhood requires more “true believers” who will join the movement as homeownership increases, schools get a little better, and they make friends with a few neighbors.

It means a small group of “true believers,” like our family at My Cup of Tea, who have confidence in our abilities, trust in one another, and by the grace of God can make a difference.

Eight times in the Bible we are told to love our neighbor. It is one of the Bible's most repeated commands.  Jesus summarized all of the commandments telling us to love God and love our neighbor (Matthew 22:40) “On these two commands hangs the whole law and all the prophets.” 

 Sadly, it’s difficult to love our neighbors on our corner. Orange Mound neighborliness is sparse, scant, and in short supply.  There is a flow of short-term neighbors in residence among the four houses our property adjoins.  Most of the properties within our view at The House in Orange Mound are rundown, weathered, warty, and dingy. Whitewash has been applied over the mold and peeling paint beneath. There is no landscaping or shade. Our neighbors stick to themselves but welcome multiple visitors who come and go and park on the front yard. We have shared tea and cookies with some, acknowledging that they consider our hospitality suspect and never reciprocated. We don’t know our neighbors. Everyone sticks to their own affairs. It is very hard to love neighbors that don’t want to be known.

Single moms and grandmoms are our workforce at My Cup of Tea, and ten of them live in similar surroundings as I have described just a mile or two away from our corner. They don’t know their neighbors either.  Their unceasing sense of anxiety shaves away any sense of security due to someone renting at the exorbitant rates they pay.  Their roofs leak, their plumbing fails, their floors buckle and sag, their storm doors are cracked but double bolted, and boards replace the missing windowpanes.   

Meanwhile, just to the South of us, and within view, a new day is dawning. Seven new houses are under construction and are for sale. Four of them are the houses on the land we donated and have told you about many times. The other three are across the street and the work of private developers.

The ladies of Orange Mound are my beloved neighbors and in confession of that, my love for them is compelling me to give all I can in treasure, talent, and time to shoe them into the new houses underway. They are collectively and individually unconvinced. Borrowing from the blog posted here two weeks ago, they are inert. None of the ladies in her adult life has had a neighborhood where her children could safely play in the front yard. They’ve missed curtained windows without bars to be opened for a spring breeze. Most have forgone the rich aromas of dinner warmed in an oven that works. Functioning washers and dryers have been a rare luxury.  Growing flowers by the front door in a flower bed and sharing stories and laughter on a porch swing are in their distant memories when they were children in less troubling times.

Shelby County has between 100-200 neighborhoods depending on how you count them. Memphis has as many as forty-eight neighborhoods. Children and old people especially need neighbors. Loving your neighbor becomes symbiotic, for we all have needs, and we all have ways to meet the needs of others.  I chose to work in Orange Mound because I was confident Jesus was already at work within its boundaries. He has brought safety, encouragement, and fellowship to our friends who work at the tea company, and now He has brought new homes within view of our front porch. 

 I am sure knowing the companionship and trust among the ladies and the possibility of living in proximity to one another on this block could be the next step in obeying the command to love our neighbors.  We are committed to being stakeholders, and we are praying and willing in the adventure of establishing a community that will rival and revive the original Orange Mound of a century past. Loving our neighbor compels us to model without My Cup of Tea what we have done within our walls. The original residents of this historic neighborhood knew each other, worked together, and invested in each other with their time, talent, and treasure. I’ve heard the stories of those who grew up here recalling the many moms and dads who kept them in line as children, and who had cookies and lemonade for all in the kitchen after playtime. I have longed for this for them again. This will be a Shalom neighborhood again, and neighborly love will be the cement in the foundations of all of the new homes still to come.

In physics, inertia is “the property of matter by which it continues in its existing state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line, unless that state is changed by an external force.”

An example apropos to our setting is that of stirring a cup of your favorite tea to incorporate honey, lemon, or cream. The tea continues to swirl in a circle for a time even after you have stopped stirring because of inertia. The external force of the stirring has compelled the tea to change from stagnant or jiggling (That's a scientific term) in the cup to swirling.

None of us at My Cup of Tea were physics majors, but we know a little something about inertia. The inertia we witness is physical, mental, and emotional – the kind that is prevalent in those stifled by the effects of generational poverty and trauma. Human inertia is not laziness or a salty disposition. In fact, people can desire to change their circumstances but lack the compulsion to execute the necessary steps.

Consider someone afflicted with clinical depression (some of the ladies are). That person may realize that sunshine and fresh air might improve how they feel on a particularly miserable day. They might think a distraction – a new project, upbeat music, or a favorite pastime – might lift their spirits. However, they are incapable of, despite the possibility of feeling better, crawling out of bed. It often takes an external force like words of affirmation from a loved one, someone physically taking the person by the hand and pulling them out of bed, or medicine and therapy to overcome this moment.

For over a decade, we have seen the impact of inertia on the women we serve but in varying degrees. There are those who simply needed a job opportunity and a fair wage (the external force) to improve their lives and become more stable. Others required the fear of a negative consequence to play the role of the external force – obtaining custody of a child, the threat of eviction, or the discovery of a serious health issue, for example. Those fears or consequences compelled those ladies to take hard but necessary steps to change their paths. Then there are those who struggle mightily to lift the boulder of inertia off them though they recognize the benefits that may accrue to them or the suffering likely to vex them.

Adequate housing, as you already know, is a persistent problem for the ladies at My Cup of Tea. As the new rent-to-own homes down the street spring up, we have remained vigilant about guiding and supporting the My Cup of Tea ladies to make applications and be in a financially sound position to qualify. We have flooded them with various versions of financial literacy training including requirements to secure a mortgage. Volunteers with financial skills have worked one-on-one with some of the ladies to navigate credit reports and housing applications. Some have helped prepare budgets, dispute inaccuracies in credit reports, and carefully list the documents required to apply. Yet, some of the women, though seemingly desirous of a better home have not, will not, or cannot take the steps they must take personally to make this dream a reality.

Admittedly, the housing process can be overwhelming for anyone, but we have seen inertia’s impact in relation to car repairs, school applications for children, entrepreneurial opportunities, and more. And, money is not the issue in most cases because we have accessed our emergency fund and relied on the generosity of volunteers to absorb many of these costs.

So, what should we do? Here are two thoughts:

First, we Americans expect things to happen quickly. In the age of instant gratification, we’re expecting the heart or thumbs-up emoji to magically appear in our text threads within seconds, or at the most minutes, of pressing send.

Conversely, the women we serve have been waiting for years for a dignified opportunity, a safe place to work, a fair wage, and simple justice in the daily affairs of their lives. And not just them, but their parents, grandparents, and ancestors, too. While they waited, disappointment, suffering, and injustice have been the “rule” not the “exception.”  Exhaustion, cynicism, and lived experience cannot be changed by us overnight. Like the cup of tea, we can stir it, but eventually, it will come back to rest and remain there until roused by another external force.

Second, inertia is not a condition exclusive to the My Cup of Tea ladies or people dealing with poverty and trauma. Inertia, in a sense, is the human condition. We are inclined toward uniform motion like a train on a straight track traveling through sin, disappointment, grief, and despair. It is the external (and internal) force of Christ that derails us from this destructive course.

For now, we continue to patiently and graciously stir the tea and wait on the One inertia cannot resist.

“A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches.”  Proverbs 20:21

Each of us was given a name at birth, and most likely, that name will stay with us for a lifetime. In naming our five children, our decision in assigning a “handle” for them to use throughout their life, was to connect them to family names.  With the name came the story of the ancestor and encouragement to honor his legacy.

When Moses and Elijah returned to earth on the Mount of Transfiguration, to be with Jesus, they had the same names they had been given on earth. The apostles’ names are written eternally in the foundation of the New City, Jerusalem, in Revelation 21:14.  Thus it is possible that in Heaven we’ll be called by the same name we’re called by now, and we’ll keep that name throughout all ages to come.

Biblical names tell stories and quality values, like John, which means “God’s gracious gift”. Scripture surrounds his name and emboldens John’s character throughout the Gospels. To a young man named John is attached Psalm 103:4,

“He redeems your life from the pit, he surrounds you with grace and compassion and protects us from death. His kindness and love are a crown on our heads.”

For Valentine’s Day, I gave each of the ladies an illustrated acrylic picture frame block with her name calligraphed above her name’s character quality. A Bible verse that amplifies the essence of her name was added below.

The ladies at My Cup of Tea had never been told, nor did they know existed the suggested character quality implied in the literal meaning of their given name.  I encouraged each to embrace the meaning of her name and memorize the scripture attached to her name. The name equivalents were fascinating, and ironically exactly right for each of them. Tears flowed, as each lady had her moment to be honored and applauded in our small ceremony. Each lady blushed and then received the respect and tribute due her name with humility.  It was better than an “awards day” and will last far longer than a free food box from the food pantry.

All 14 of our ladies had appropriate matches. For example:

For the one we call our most spiritually grounded, her name means:  Seeking One

Psalm 27:8 "My heart says of you, 'Seek His face!' Your face, Lord, I will seek."

For the one who keeps us entertained and on task, her name means: Enthusiastic

Psalm 119:16 "I delight in Your decrees; I will not neglect Your word."

For the one who exhibits the values we aspire to strengthen, her name means: Womanly

Proverbs 31:10 "A woman of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies."

For the one who is encouraged to trust her children to the Lord, her name means: Little Lamb

Isaiah 40:11 "He tends His flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart; He gently leads those that have young."

I recently wrote in the January MCOT Newsletter a tribute to one of our ladies who is a “momma bear” to two of her own and raising several more. She is a tenacious, determined, and unshakable warrior in a war zone of poverty and injustices.

Her name means: BEAUTIFUL

In her complicated world, Jesus sees her as beautiful and worth dying for, so that she might see Him as beautiful and worth living for.

The verse in Scripture that is selected for “Beauty” is Psalm 29:2. 

"Ascribe to the Lord the glory due to His name; Worship the Lord in holy array.”

“I never knew my name had Biblical strength”, she said smiling.

She also is unaware that in Revelation 2:17 “To the one who is victorious, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it”

This will be her pet name only known between her and The Savior, who is yoked with her now in her mission of mercy to be an overcomer and victorious in leaving the bedlam of the streets and her old neighborhood. She has two daughters whose name equivalents mean ironically “Good” and “Fast Runner”.  Without knowing, she is reminding them to run back to her and stay good.  Her household  family is secure because it also includes the One whose name means:

“Wonderful Counselor”, “Prince of Peace”, “Almighty God”, and “Everlasting Father."

Editor's note: This post originally appeared January 25, 2022. With Valentine's Day near, we thought this message to still be quite relevant and worth sharing again. Thank you for reading.

I recall Valentine’s Day class parties when I was in lower school. We all decorated cardboard shoe boxes with red and pink construction paper hearts and made a slit in the lid for classmate mail.  We were in an all-girl school, so the messaging was perfunctory and silly.

     “I’m hooked on you”, for example, with a fishhook dangling before a small fish.

     “You are such a cutie! “You are a berry good friend”, with a picture of a bowl of fruit. And so, it went. Those were the days of innocence and neighborhood friendships.

Last week we had a round table discussion among our ladies at the House, regarding sex, romance, husbands, boyfriends, and marriage. Many of the women who spoke up wished they had “woke up” to the warnings in their youth by their mothers and grandmothers.  Eros, the love that can draw us into romance without commitment, and sex without promise, is advertised ubiquitously and alleged to be the ultimate love. However, it comes with small print directions and warnings. Frequently what today’s society calls love has brought beautiful children into the world for our community yet left many as single moms parenting and providing for several children alone while living dependent on family, friends, and government assistance.

In the New Testament, there are four Greek words used to describe different types of love – Eros, Storge, Philleo, and Agape.

Eros, or romantic love, is what we discussed last week. And when Eros evaporated, the trusted love of family called Storge helped keep the future hopeful and taught our friends how to make a way in hardship with real friends.  

As many shared at the table, tears flowed. Two of our ladies were faithful to their unfaithful husbands and cared for them in failing health and terminal illness.  They buried them with dignity, though their own was lost.  One has had multiple fathers to her children, and they all are missing in the parenting of them.  Two have husbands without work and young children at home.  One gave birth to a child after being raped at age 12.  Some of the women were sharing for the first time.

We cultivate Storge in Orange Mound. We women are sturdy, and we are strongest when working together in community. We all have invisible Valentine's boxes with lids.  Encouragement comes in multiple forms as we invest our resources compassionately through the small, concealed openings in the box. Allowing others to know our heartaches, opens the box covered in tattered Valentine's hearts and cheap expressions that belie the truth of the struggles of single moms. Faith in Christ changes the tattered to the eternal.

We befriend, support, equip, and promote the ladies in our neighborhood.  We try to absorb the pain from the wounds of the past by listening, sharing the burdens, grieving, and resourcing. Whether financial, medical, housing, educational, or some other unmet need, we intervene when the ladies want us to, and help in the best ways we can. Our moms are revered at The House. The struggles of raising kids in the inner city are myriad and the fears of gun violence in their neighborhoods are palpable. Crime abounds with hair-trigger anger among the frustrations of poverty and the pandemic. We pray for all with unconditional support and grace.

For those who have believed in Jesus, our Savior, husband, and father to our children, we have become sisters in faith and embraced Philleo.  We are a spiritual family. Philleo brings honor and accountability to our friendships and motivates us to serve together and help all who have lost their bearings. Family always has priority, whether in security or need.  Our Prince, The Prince of Peace, opens the finest of loving relationships among individuals in this family that also packages and sells lovely teas.

The evidence of the redemption of our past is in our assurance of the AGAPE love of our Lord.  He is Whom we serve and ultimately long to please.  We return Agape to Him, in part, by loving our neighbors as ourselves, those inside and outside the House at 3028 Carnes.

For single moms, Jesus is their Bridegroom, Husband, and Comforter. For their children, He is their Shield and Defender, Protector and Provider. His Agape is contagious, irresistible, and available to us all.

Since at least the 15^th century, tea and the ritual of the Japanese ceremony have been an integral part of not only the culture of Japan, but the political machinations of emperors, warriors, and business tycoons. Kristin Surtak, a professor of Japanese politics, says the tea ceremony is presented as a place of equality. It is said to be about wa, kei, sei, and jaku, which are harmony, respect, purity, and tranquility - concepts believed to be understood by anyone from any culture.

In the early twentieth century, the Japanese tea ceremony became essential to trade negotiations and growing business relationships. While the ceremony remained ornate with the beauty and fragility of the elements used to convey wealth and power, the process was intended to invoke humility. It is said that magnates like J.P. Morgan and John D. Rockefeller actually knelt and served themselves, as required by the ceremony. Kneeling and serving oneself signals that everyone in the room is on the same level. Being on one’s knees can be vulnerable, uncomfortable, and intimidating unless everyone else is on their knees too.

At the House, we discuss the importance of humility, and everyone strives to model it. We are intentional about facilitating situations where everyone is on the same “level.” Affluent white women from East Memphis pull weeds in our gardens beside Black women from Orange Mound. Volunteers peel and place branded stickers on shiny foil packages alongside the ladies who are doing the same to earn a paycheck. Employees sit on our board of directors, participate in discussions, and vote on proposals.

We’re not naïve. We understand that some bank accounts have more in them than others. We know that affluency, education, and even race sometimes come with advantages. We know some have traveled the world while others have barely left the boundaries of their neighborhoods. We know that some have access to the best doctors and treatments for illnesses while others lack a primary care physician. And we recognize that culture often equates human worth to net worth.

Yet, there is one place where we know that there is not one iota of difference between us.

On our knees in prayer.

It’s not very often that anyone physically gets on their knees at the House. Some of us would struggle to get up again. When we are in prayer together though, which is daily, we are on our knees in our hearts. Like the tycoons of the tea ceremony, we are vulnerable, maybe a little uncomfortable, and not intimidated because we are all on the same level before God.

And it is during these times that we see clearly that the emotions of grief, loss, fear, anxiety, inferiority, disappointment, frustration, anger, and the like live in every zip code, every neighborhood, every street, every home, and every heart. From this, unlike the participants in the tea ceremony, we don’t serve ourselves but seek to serve others.

“Truly I understand that God shows no partiality, but in every nation anyone who fears him and does what is right is acceptable to him.” – Acts 10:34-35

A momma bear is willing to stand between her children and an entire army to protect and defend.

I met the personification of her several weeks ago when she arrived at The House inquiring what we do on our corner in Orange Mound.

“We offer secure jobs,” I explained, and she began to cry.

Her story was familiar, but her layers of need were staggering. It was late in the day, and we assured her an interview the following Monday.  Because she appeared to be only in her 20’s, we wrongly surmised her aspirations would be unfolding, and we would be a logical step in her discovering her career path.

She arrived early on Monday and pieces of her story unraveled before us as she shared the life that she had led in a wilderness otherwise known as the streets. Her past had been tightly tied and knotted in adversity. We learned she and her siblings had been abandoned by their mother, and DCS assigned them to multiple foster homes where she was sexually abused.  She lived in the streets, meaning she was homeless, unemployed, and dependent on handouts.  Injustices were her companions, and she trusted no one.  She couldn’t finish high school.   She was raped more than once along the way and has two daughters. One is special needs.

Undaunted, she has pieced together enough money to rent a worn-out, broken-down miserable three bedroom, one bath house a short distance from My Cup of Tea. She is “Momma Bear” to 4 of her brother’s sons, 3 of her half-sister’s sons, and her own 2 daughters. All of them live in the 3 bedroom dump for which her 2 siblings help match the exorbitant rent the Mama Bear calls home. Meanwhile she is applying to DCS to get custody of her deceased sister’s 6 sons who have been in foster care for a year. “I’m all they got,” she lamented as her story commanded our attention in the front office where we were all sitting.

She was resolute that she had to get her sister’s kids out of foster care, or they would never survive.

Her immediate need is furniture for the DCS inspection of her home.  I offered to go home with her and look and see what we might be able to request of friends who give generously to our mission.

Most people aren’t aware of how bleak some living conditions in our city can be. I respectfully commended her for her housekeeping in deplorable conditions. The bathroom sinks pipe empties freely into the cabinet below it where a small bowl overflows with every use.  There is a noticeable soft section in the kitchen floor that forewarns a breakthrough to the ground sooner than later. There is a boarded-up window in the living room, and menacing floor furnaces in the hall and kitchen area.

The 7 male kids sleep on 2 mattresses laid on the floor with their parent. Her daughters sleep in her bed without linens. There are 2 TVs, and a small table with 2 chairs.  There is a washing machine, but the dryer is busted.  Clothes are piled in every corner, since there are no hangers for the closets and no drawers or chests for folding clothes. Thirteen people call it home. She is completely dependent on a check she gets for her special needs daughter, and SNAP, formerly known as “food stamps,” which is government issued for low- and no-income parents.

She now has an income stream that is based on her work, and she has an army standing solidly with her instead of against her.

She is our newest employee.  She sports 2 new custom uniforms with her name embroidered.  She has been to the Neighborhood Christian Center clothes closet and has clothes that fit her amply. She comes to work early daily, in a car that sounds like a cement mixer but is able to make the round trips from home to Hanley Elementary to My Cup of Tea. She paid a small loan we gave her for a used tire back to us with her first paycheck. Now the car has one reliable paw.  She is offered our leftovers to feed her children and is only recently aware of the food pantry access and delivery Ms. Pearl brings to us weekly.

If only a small part of this story is true, we have no choice but to stand with this Momma Bear.

Cynics don’t peruse Isaiah 57 as our MCOT sisters and volunteers often do.

Isaiah 57:6-11

Our friend who calls herself “Momma Bear” has one mission in mind, and that is to get all of her cubs under one roof where she can protect them from the predators in the wilderness she grew to hate. We have a mission as well, which is to  bring light to her darkness and strengthen her resolve to trust her Creator whom we serve and obey and gladly share His grace.

In 1919, the iconic comic strip, "Popeye the Sailor" appeared, but it wasn’t circulated widely until it debuted in1929 in the daily King Features comic strip, Thimble Theatre. In 1932, fans met the affable, hamburger-loving moocher, J. Wellington Wimpy or Wimpy, for short.

While some younger folks may not know its origin, most people have heard the classic Wimpy catch phrase, “I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.” In fact, wildly popular series like The Office and The Drew Carey Show even incorporated the line into an episode.

In the world of nonprofits, it is easy on some days to feel like a version of Wimpy – asking for help today for the promise of a future return. Unlike Wimpy who is nearly obsessed with securing a hamburger and will not shrink from asking for one, we are sometimes embarrassed to ask you for help.

Most of us reading this blog are well enough resourced that asking for financial help is something we do rarely, if ever. The rugged individualism of our American upbringing tells us to work hard and pull ourselves up from our proverbial bootstraps. So, the idea of asking for money, or much of anything else, is foreign and even disdainful to most of us.

Yet, that is exactly what the ladies of My Cup of Tea have had to do. When they came to the House the very first time, each needed help, and at least initially, it was often in the form of money to pay a utility bill or buy groceries. None have ever feigned a promise of a future return, but they have exuded gratitude.

For our part, we have been privileged to help them, not only with an immediate need, but with an opportunity to improve their lives through dignified work. They have developed genuine friendships and relationships outside of their limited networks. They have experienced food, culture, music, events, and experts with whom they never would have crossed paths. Most importantly, they have deepened their understanding of God’s love for them and persisted in their relationships with Him.

If we’re looking for the tangible, the concrete, we find it in the data:

• $2 million in wages paid
• 125,000 hours of dignified work provided
• 25,000 meals served from the generosity of volunteers,

benefitting more than 100 women and their extended families in this slice of Memphis called Orange Mound.

On Tuesday, December 3^rd, nonprofits across the nation recognize Giving Tuesday. It is the first Tuesday after Thanksgiving, and while we’re all feeling more grateful for our loved ones, we hope some will act on that gratitude and donate to a worthy cause. At My Cup of Tea, we typically send an email and post on social media, but Giving Tuesday is not an emphasis for us. But this year is different.

With higher prices and costs for goods and services and less disposable income for most, our bottom line has been impacted. We are not desperate. The doors are not closing, but it is harder than it has been and the prospect of serving more Orange Mound women than those on the payroll today is dimmer than in past years.

As Giving Tuesday, December 3^rd approaches, please consider how you might support the work we are doing in Orange Mound. There are two main ways to give: a one-time donation online or by check or monthly through our sustaining donor program, The Blend.

We can’t promise to pay you back the following Tuesday, but we can assure you that we are changing lives one cup at a time.

     Socially, everyone shares space, time, and oxygen daily among people with whom they have no interest or compunction to be involved.  Present but unseen, they may fall into categories of old, young, fat, thin, smart, slow, liberal, conservative, believer, non-believer, Republican, Democrat, American or “other”.  “Dismissed” or “canceled” are current expressions used broadly among Generation Z and all too often among those of us unwilling to see everyone in our midst as people made in the image of God.

      Rick and I have recently completed an intensive week of study, tours, and reflections in England and Scotland among ten talented scholars of history and

theology.  We enthusiastically shared space, time, air, room, and board with them.

      Coasting on their credentials, I touched a first edition of the Guttenberg Bible. I sat at the desk of C.S. Lewis, and I stood in the space where Archbishop Cranmer wrote the Book of Common Prayer.  We were convinced by the abundance of facts and artifacts that England’s courageous church leaders of the 17^th and 18^th centuries sparked, and then set aflame, the Reformation of the Church and the translation of the Bible into English for commoners. The Puritans brought the Bible to America and Christian education in America took root.

      Four centuries since, many in our country have canceled the veracity and value of the Bible, and many more are woefully biblically illiterate.

      Our fellow travelers, on the trip through England and Scotland, were united in mission to explore solutions to evangelize those in Generation Z who are unaware of God’s plan of redemption, His love for His creation, and His mercy and kindness to all who breathe our air and live in our spaces.

      While our focus is different, I was thankful for opportunities to share with the group what is underway in Orange Mound at My Cup of Tea.

       None of the ladies at The House have heard of the Guttenberg Bible or imagined the historical record of men and women who were martyred for bringing the Bible to the people. They and we are the beneficiaries of the heroes of our faith.

“For whoever will confess Jesus is Lord and believe in her heart God raised Him from the dead, she shall be saved”.  Romans 10:9-11. Unlocking this truth was the catalyst that brought the Bible within reach four centuries ago and is equally impactful today.

      I often reflect on our mission at the House:

…to walk with women beyond the boundaries of poverty and neglect and assist them in building stable lives. We transform lives by providing meaningful employment packaging and selling tea, nurturing cross-cultural, trusting relationships, fostering respect and understanding, and prioritizing and demonstrating authentic community with the women we serve and our neighbors in Orange Mound.

      Economic headway is static and difficult to measure optimistically. Current inflation and government subsidy deflation has discouraged our ladies’ climb out of poverty and amended their hopes and filed away their dreams for a time.

      Growing in faith, however, we are on track.  Four of our women have joined the “whoevers”, and all are grasping biblical insight and have expressed genuine seeking hearts to embrace the Lord’s plan and purpose for themselves.

      Only a few of our employees have a high school degree, and their public-school education legally bypassed prayer in the classrooms and courses on Christianity. Nevertheless, there is a fresh and genuine thirst for Truth without knowledge of the foundational integrity of our Christian faith.

       I reminded my fellow travelers through England and Scotland that these ladies are no less valuable in the eyes of Jesus than authors, scholars, martyrs, or kings. The Bible has over 400 references to caring for the poor in the cities, on the sidewalks, and the slums. The Lord is no respecter of rank or PhD’s. Every space in time is fertile for the spread of the Gospel.

      Through our individual friendships and opportunities to serve in Orange Mound, we have received favor at My Cup of Tea. We are serving “manna” to all levels of spiritual appetites.   Matching the need for safety, security, and significance with the guidance of the loving Holy Spirit is fulfilling our mission of 12 years and fortifying our purpose for the future.

      My new friends, with whom I shared the visit to England, will participate in the ignition of a much-needed revival of faith in North America. They are dedicated and anointed to further the Kingdom of God. Much like the First Century Church, their prayers, networks and resources will be powerful in the hands of the Lord.

      But our prayers are equally powerful, and we honor the same God who answers them.  As one of my new friends commented as we were departing, “We are dedicated globally for the rebirth of the lost among influencers of the 21^st Century, and your mission field is one block in Orange Mound”.  

This is our space, our time, and our empowering Spirit-filled oxygen for enlightenment. Our ladies of Orange Mound are already changing the neighborhood for good by sharing the Gospel.

I have had and continue to have an extraordinary opportunity to extend a bounty to others in the form of honest employment, whereby they might also bless and provide for those who depend on them. Serving those I now lead and supervise has diminished the timetable for a path from rags to riches.  Stability and mobility out of poverty for a single woman in Orange Mound is beyond complicated.   

Their unfamiliar and daunting challenges interrupt my peace of mind but are common to all of them. Unreliable transportation is a given; many of their cars are on life support. Diabetes is tragically familiar. Food security for many depends on the generosity of others who bring lunch and treats daily.

Each lady comes to The House with personal heartaches that must be aired and shared.  Many of their kids are repeating the dreaded cycles of drug addiction, armed robbery, promiscuity, truancy, and rebellion. Bills with exorbitant late fees and utility cut-off notices find their addresses easily, however repairs on their rentals don’t.

Wise choices, and the resources to make wise choices, are a daily need and my constant prayer.  I long to be patient, gracious, and slow to anger, recognizing always God’s image is stamped on us, and His presence is a promise. He supplies provisions for us fellow pilgrims and fellow beggars, but they often seem to add up to only a ration. Divine reciprocity is not based on hard work, prayer, or kindness.

Several of the most ambitious ladies have side hustles to help their disrupted income flow. Each has more talent than she realizes. I am researching and overflowing with ideas to build out their enterprises, but what most need are a vision, encouragement, and a huge push. Seeking their prosperity, I overlook the debris field of crises in which they live.

One, whom we have helped establish a modest catering business, needs to quickly earn $5,000 from her efforts.  Her network is thinner than her know how. If she doesn’t net $5,000, her daughter remains in jail. She has seven more children of her own and is caring for another daughter’s special needs son.

One of our ladies has a knack for repurposing furniture but has never factored-in her labor costs into her price and virtually charges only for her supplies. She is losing business for lack of marketing. Her enthusiasm has deflated as she cares for her cousin who is special needs.

One has lost momentum and sales in her sewing career due to family pressures and caring for a beloved brother who has moved into her limited working space.

Since I cannot launch their businesses without their energy and aspirations, I am called to establish a tone and a culture of kindness and grace. The House has always been, and must remain, a safe place of beauty and joy for those with dreams that default to the tyranny of the urgent.

Simply said, intangible sensory experiences of compassion and hope permeate every room and corridor and hall of this building like a sweet perfume, and then it partners with the wafting fragrance of imported tea. Laughter is our over-the-counter medication, and reading the New Testament is critical mental therapy.

Those who work here do so with a sense of peace, purpose, and calm assured that they are valued and respected and appreciated.  Our interaction is a steady witness and invitation to respond more fully to the call of the Lord in our lives.

What a rare privilege it is for us all to experience faith in the unseen and to see, often without proof, that our obedience is the measure of our faith.