The Measure of Our Faith

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.