My Cup of Tea Mission:

Our mission is 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.

Succinct mission statements are understandably necessary for a nonprofit mission such as ours, but required brevity belies the breadth and depth of our work.

When our son was in the first grade, he was asked to share with his classmates what his dad does for a living. He confidently reported,

“My Daddy cuts roses at work and brings them home to Mom."

His dad’s other job was owning and directing a paving company that built and maintained interstate highways.   

I recently realized that many who are connected to My Cup of Tea aren’t fully aware of our daily activities and how we fulfill our mission. We do more than sell excellent tea. I have compiled a short list here, so that you may be more conversant about our daily ebb and flow and more alert to the fundamental dependence we have on the several hundred generous people who give time talent and treasure to us.

 Our Philosophy

The House is a laboratory in which we are intentionally loving Orange Mound women through invested word and deed. Daily for about 12 years, two disparate cultures have been conscientiously connecting. We have galvanized an authentic sisterhood of support, friendship, and trust.

Single parenting in poverty for a Black woman in a crime-ridden zip code is unfamiliar to us who are living North, East, and West beyond the crime tape and ubiquitous sirens that assault our senses when we are here.

Only God has brought us to this genuine reflection of His Kingdom we call The House in Orange Mound where what we have in common in heart has replaced our shallow differences.

 Our Daily Activity

• We work exclusively with women who live in poverty in Orange Mound. Almost all are single parenting children and/or grandchildren.
• We do not recruit as women in need find us or hear through word of mouth that our door is open and the welcome mat is out.
• We daily intend to model and guide each woman to a deeper understanding of the Gospel. All are currently unchurched and inexperienced in the riches of the Bible.
• Most of our employees receive government assistance. We are committed to reduce that percentage.
• Cooking, gardening, cleaning, and other domestic activity is demonstrated, shared, and assigned.
• Respectful social communication and problem solving is constantly practiced.
• There is an emphasis on gaining a Christian world view, as most are underexposed to life beyond their primary and immediate priority of survival.
• All of the women have chosen mentors who are leveraging their broader network for solutions to problems and providing prayer, advice, and loyal friendship.
• We have hired over 100 women in the ten years we have been a business. Currently we have 11 employees.
• Over 50 volunteers work among us, bring lunch, and assist us in entrepreneurship training for the ladies who are growing in skills beyond their My Cup of Tea employment.
• We advocate for all of our women who are challenged significantly with sub-standard rentals, domestic violence, chronic poor health, legal and financial problems, and unreliable transportation.
• We have partnered to build 4 houses on our city block and provided financial and legal pathways for the ladies to qualify to purchase them.

Our Tea

• Our tea is top shelf, imported from the Far East and blended before it comes to us. 
• Our director is a tea master, and expert on all variables of the teas we import.
• Our marketing and development is in the capable hands of a genius.
• The ladies have simple but dignified jobs with minimal skill requirements to package and label it for sale.
• We sell our tea in all 50 states.
• Our tea is sold in 24 retail businesses locally and at The House.
• The Christmas Season is our busiest. Original and creative tea gifts are extremely popular and our top sellers.
• We were chosen as Google’s Tennessee Small Business of the Year.
• We operate our mission for the ladies on tea sales (40%) and the remaining 60% is based on grants and donations.

 We also grow roses and bring them home for ourselves.

Christmas in August?

That’s how we feel. The anticipation of receiving that special gift – the one we knew we would receive eventually, but the waiting caused us to doubt – is behind us. Today, we break ground on the four single-family, rent-to-own homes we’ve been telling you about for more than two years.

When we say, “we” what we mean is all the partners who made this possible celebrating together at an official groundbreaking at 824 Semmes at noon. My Cup of Tea didn’t bring these houses to fruition alone. In fact, there is no guarantee that any of the ladies at The House will be moving into the new homes, though a few will be eligible and plan to apply. What is certain is that in a few months four families will be living in quality, affordable housing that they will have the opportunity to own. That’s a big deal for those families and for the Orange Mound community.

The process began with a simple donation. Carey and Rick Moore donated the empty lot at 824 Semmes. The lot had been purchased when they launched My Cup of Tea across the street at 823 Semmes as a potential site for expansion. The lot was donated to United Housing, a local nonprofit with an exemplary record of building affordable housing for the purpose of ownership throughout Memphis and Shelby County. United Housing has effectively and persistently led the project to this exciting stage of development.

In August of 2022, the Gannett Foundation awarded us $25,000 to fund “soft costs” – those expenses that are not part of the actual construction. We also raised an additional $17,000 from individual donors to cover these expenses.

While we were fundraising for soft costs, the team at United Housing was executing the long and tedious process of receiving various government approvals and applying for a federal grant through the city’s Department of Housing and Community Development and securing financing through Bank 3. The grant was eventually awarded to United Housing and the financing secured.

Last February, we hosted a public meeting at The House with United Housing and Bank 3 to seek neighborhood feedback. There were no objections to the project, only excitement about new housing options.

While we waited for approvals, plans, and funding, we revisited our financial literacy training in which every My Cup of Tea employee participates and focused on the fundamentals of homeownership and what it takes to secure a mortgage. Our partners at Regions and United Housing worked with ladies to shore up any issues with budgeting and credit.

At the beginning of this year, the bid package was prepared and advertised and a general contractors was chosen. A few more i's were dotted and t's crossed to bring us to this moment.

When the ribbon is cut at approximately noon, we will hear from Mayor Paul Young and the crowd will be comprised of representatives from United Housing, the City of Memphis, Congressman Cohen’s office, Bank 3, the architects, engineers, general contractor, donors, volunteers, and the My Cup of Tea ladies. We are not breaking ground on FedEx Forum or Tom Lee Park, but we will be smiling ear to ear just the same.

It’s been slow and at times hard work and included many partners, but making a real difference isn’t easy and rarely does anyone do it alone. So, if you happen to read this blog before noon, join us for this much anticipated celebration and wish us a “Merry Christmas.”

To be seen, soothed, safe, and secure are the fundamental needs that must be met to develop healthy and strong relationships. Healthy relationships fortify upward mobility. Each of the ladies who work at My Cup of Tea is offered a healthy dose of access to social capital daily.

When we moved into Orange Mound in 2012, I mistakenly believed that my sincerity in investment of my time, talent, and treasure would be endorsed by the matriarchs living in the community and embraced by the women I hoped to serve. I was clearly an outlier from another socioeconomic part of town, but after a short while I just knew my motives in coming to Orange Mound would not be suspect.   

Many like-minded women from East Memphis joined me – not to “save” Orange Mound or the women living there but to use our resources, including social capital, to remove some of the obstacles preventing the community from thriving again. We opened the doors of The House in Orange Mound saying, “Come on in”!  We were convinced we could unify as sisters and illumine the injustices that have warped our city.

It took a minute or two to convince the ladies who knocked on the door of The House to see that we were offering more than financial assistance. And the well-heeled and well-meaning among us needed to realize that our cash was not the adhesive for authentic friendship or the solution for mutual respect.

Today, we are beyond a decade of serving alongside the ladies. In my rear view mirror, I can see that the significance of economic advancement among those living at or below the poverty line varies from person to person. For many, the status quo is preferred because the fear of change is paralyzing.

Classes in budgeting have been taught regularly, and experts on savings and loans have offered advice, perks, and bank account access.  We have boosted enthusiasm about home ownership, and we have challenged landlords to clean up their rentals.  We have partnered to bring rent-to-own homes to our city block. A few are prepared to participate, but the majority are more comfortable bypassing the opportunity. Financially, most are still dependent on the government, which limits the wages they can earn, but it is more certain and reliable than the risks often necessary to advance economically.  Who can blame them? The women have been disrespected and abused by people and institutions for most, if not all, of their lives. The thought of risking stability, as meager as it might be, for the unknown is a bridge too far for most.

However, I am refusing to be discouraged.

We continue to demonstrate how to stretch a dime at the grocery store, share recipes for the produce we grow on our property, and teach simple techniques in the kitchen since only two of the ladies know how to cook. We take or send anyone in physical or mental distress to physicians and psychologists and offer financial support for the sessions. When requested we guide the ladies through local, state, and federal government mazes depending on the issue. We still reinforce financial literacy, workforce skills, and keep a sharp eye out for entrepreneurial prospects that might appeal to one of the ladies. It’s estimated it took nearly 30 years to build the Great Pyramid of Giza, so we will keep laying the blocks.

But there is more to why I’m encouraged.             

In one of my recent laments in prayer I was reminded by the apostle Paul, in Colossians 1:28:

 

 We proclaim Jesus, warning everyone and teaching everyone with all wisdom, so that we may present every person fully mature in Christ

This has always been the priority, but sometimes we lose sight of it. Among those who share the mission for My Cup of Tea are 12 mature and faith-filled friends who each mentor one of the ladies.  We have provided a comfortable place for each of our employees at My Cup of Tea to flourish.    There is no lack for anyone to feel seen, soothed and safe. However, the security each needs and the most valued benefit is to gain the security of a relationship to our Savior – the social capital that matter most. Without the knowledge and possession of His indescribable gift, there is no true security. 

The work to encourage greater self-sufficiency will not be in vain, if indeed we lead and disciple each to a saving and secure grasp of how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ. (Ephesians 3:18-19)

Social capital, though temporary, is of value and worth every effort.  We will continue to strive in all facets to open opportunity to our beloved friends in Orange Mound.  We are convinced, however, that our calling is to help each to become the person she is designed to be, and to find her security in Him.

Our sincere dedication to see them soothe their wounds and provide a safe environment is a shallow endeavor if they are without the free and eternal security He offers. He has asked us to partner with Him in loving them where they choose to be.

It’s here…finally.

When the FedEx Freight truck arrived last Wednesday, we embarked on a unique unloading experience that should have required a forklift, but instead we engaged a small construction crew, a few volunteers, and the My Cup of Tea ladies to lug the pieces and parts of an 8’x16’ prefab structure across the parking lot to the back fence line.

Our greenhouse, an essential piece of our vision for the neighborhood, has arrived.

From an earlier post, you may remember that our plan is to refurbish, resize, and reconfigure our raised garden boxes. We intend to equip them with an irrigation system, too. Soon, we will add sinks for washing produce next to the greenhouse and a large tent for weekends when we share our bounty at our own farmer’s market.

You may also recall that the lack of fresh, healthy produce is a critical need for Orange Mound residents. The community is no longer home to a major grocery store and hasn’t been for quite a few years. Many in the area rely on unreliable public transportation or car rides from friends when they have the means to shop at a grocery miles away. When we maximize the produce from the gardens and the greenhouse and launch the market, My Cup of Tea will play an important part in mitigating food insecurity for our neighbors, but that’s not the most significant issue we will address.

The dearth of authentic community is the primary object of this initiative.

Whether downtown, Orange Mound, or Germantown, it is an unfortunate fact of today’s culture that we no longer know our neighbors well. We may only know their names because their mail ended up in our box. We rarely, if ever, socialize with those on our right, left, and across the street. Those of us who are able would rather drive ten or fifteen minutes to the grocery store to avoid knocking on a neighbor’s door and asking to borrow a cup of sugar. Our children don’t play with other neighborhood kids because the frenetic schedules associated with school and after-school activities leave little time for social interaction. And, let’s face it, we’re afraid and not sure who we can trust.

This “bunker mentality” may be sustainable for a while in affluent neighborhoods where money buys solutions and comfortable self-isolation. But for communities like Orange Mound where finances range from “tight” to “non-existent,” neighbors need each other – and not later, but now. Like many areas in our city, Orange Mound residents contend with serious crime and the sound of gunshots almost daily. Police frequent the area and cameras record the evil deeds of hooded and masked figures who often go unidentified. It is no wonder that few sit on their porches or venture outside the relative safety of their homes to interact with other human beings. And yet, one of the most effective strategies for reducing crime is neighbors looking out for each other.

A few months ago, we received our formal designation from the Memphis Police Department to lead a Neighborhood Watch on our block. We’ve met twice with a dozen or so neighbors who are enthusiastic and hopeful about what we can do together to make the neighborhood safer. It’s a start, but there is much more we can do.

A vibrant farmer’s market will draw neighbors from surrounding blocks to stock up on vegetables and see demonstrations. We will tell them about what we do at My Cup of Tea and how they can be a part of Neighborhood Watch. Maybe they will tell us or others there something about themselves – what they plan to cook with the vegetables, how many grandkids they have, or if they’ve always lived in Orange Mound. Maybe they will remember our faces or even our names, and we’ll try hard to remember theirs, too. And maybe, just maybe we will, “Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” (Gal. 6:2)

We began our tea experiment at Carnes and Semmes 10 years ago

One moves into a neighborhood to be absorbed or inaugurate change. I was too much of an outsider to this historic neighborhood steeped in tradition, so offering change was my singular option of choice. Several of the original families welcomed me and inspired me to anticipate the renaissance of Orange Mound. I willingly joined and devoted my time, talent, and treasure to the adventure.  We built a simple enterprise offering imported tea for sale.  The women who came to work were imported as well. Only one had Orange Mound history.  Reclaiming this neighborhood was ironically dependent on citizens without interest, affection, or knowledge of the notability of the task. 

Getting situated, safe, secure, and solvent were the priorities of each woman who came to join us.  Originally, casting the vision was impractical.  Relationships worth having take time, and so does a proper cup of tea.

Trust and credibility have come slowly. Progress plods at a slow pace. The residents have been patient, and the leaders such as Dwayne Jones, Mary Mitchell, and Howard Eddings have been unwavering.

Now, as never before in my tenure, renewal is on the horizon, and the community I now call my own is primed for recovery. Vacant property on our street has been refreshed and restored. People are moving in. “Boarded up go away” has been replaced with “hurry up come on in.” Much graffiti has been washed away, so to speak, with iced sweet tea. Single mothers are improbably shouldering the task. The saying goes, “A woman is like a tea bag. You can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.”

The ladies who work among us are hospitable and asking how to meet their neighbors’ needs. They are pruning and lowering the hedges that prevent good neighborliness.  Seeds planted in the spring have magically produced a harvest of vegetables they are sharing with neighbors.

The Orange Mound soil is fortified with the pride of the community’s founders. Ironically, only one of the granddaughters of the first families works for us. She proudly emboldens all of us daily to stay the course. Single mothers and grandmothers represent the largest demographic of Orange Mound. The many I have met are sturdy, self-appointed and insistent on Orange Mound’s revival from the ground up. Their children and grandchildren are in the balance. 

“When the righteous prosper, there is dancing in the streets and the city rejoices.”- Proverbs 11:10

Most of the original families have moved to safer neighborhoods beyond our boundaries.  The ladies who have come to our corner and work with us can’t afford to move out of Orange Mound.  We now realize we wouldn’t be at the point of our exciting renewal if they had.

“God has chosen the weak things of the world to confound the strong.”- I Corinthians 1:27

A nonprofit organization’s mission is truly only as powerful as its ability to finance the strategies and tactics necessary to achieve it.

This is not a fundraising appeal, so please keep reading.

For My Cup of Tea, a substantial amount of revenue comes from the sale of our high-quality tea and related products, but for now the majority comes from grants and donations. Like virtually all nonprofits in town, we compete for the charitable donations of private foundations, government programs, and our community’s top private employers. We have been blessed to receive the support of many of these organizations.

One of the challenges faced by My Cup of Tea is communicating a narrative which demonstrates a broad impact on hundreds or thousands of individuals and their communities. Understandably, even the largest philanthropic groups have finite resources to support enormous, complex needs and want to know the masses are being reached with viable solutions. In this data-driven age, funders want to know about our KPIs (Key Performance Indicators) and our quantitative and qualitative analyses that prove their money will make a difference.

This is not an unreasonable request. So, recently we tried to quantify our impact over the last decade with meaningful data. We learned that My Cup of Tea has:

• Paid approximately $2 Million in wages;
• Provided 125,000 hours or so of dignified work; and
• Served 25,000 meals through the generosity of volunteers.

We were even a little surprised at how sizeable the numbers are, and we are thankful. But our mission is about much more than width. It is also about depth.

As the Apostle Paul notes in his prayer for the Ephesians in verses 17-18, God’s love for us is more than just wide.

“…And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ.”

Christ’s love is deep too, so our love and service toward Orange Mound and the My Cup of Tea ladies must also be deep.

“Going deep” at My Cup of Tea means striving to acknowledge each woman as an image bearer of God with a past that doesn’t define her and a future with a purpose. It means leaving judgement at the door and putting on our desire to both teach and learn from others with disparate life experiences from own.

In the most practical way, loving deep erases the time limit one can stay at My Cup of Tea. Women are encouraged to seek other opportunities to help them become self-sufficient, but there is plenty to do at The House until they are ready for what’s next. It means paying at least $15 per hour, so they can fulfill their basic needs.

Going deep means actively seeking the opinions of the women served. It is empowering them to lead as members of our Board of Directors or as supervisors of daily operations. It is a vision that one day a Black woman from the neighborhood will lead our grand experiment.

Depth includes knowing their children, who lives in their homes, and their health concerns, not because they are required to tell us, but because they have trusted us enough to share. It is standing shoulder to shoulder with them in the best times and in the worst.

Going deep is studying God’s word together, teaching what we know, but acknowledging that none of us could ever know it all. It’s praying for their specific needs as they share them and being vulnerable enough with them to seek their prayers.

In the world of deep diving, enthusiasts plunge into ocean depths greater than sixty feet and experience an underwater realm never seen by most people. These dives can be draining and perilous. One of the primary safety rules is to never dive alone. Going deep at My Cup of Tea is not something we can do alone. Orange Mound women, volunteers, and leaders must partner for the good of each other.

The divers who see indescribable beauty under the sea often try to capture its essence with underwater cameras and various technologies, but the pictures, videos, and recorded sounds never adequately replicate the diver’s experience. In the same way, we share photos, videos, newsletters, and more to try to communicate to you and our potential funders what is happening in the depths of Orange Mound. Like the divers, our efforts cannot do justice to the beauty we see.

Unless you have been “off the grid” for the last decade, you are likely aware of the growing mental health crisis in America. Today, nearly 58 million adults or 1 in 5 have a diagnosed mental illness. The fastest growing segment is women. Thirty-six point seven percent report having been diagnosed with depression – a 10.6% increase since 2017. The number of African Americans who report being diagnosed with depression is now 34.4%. This outpaces the growth of whites who report a depression diagnosis by more than 8%. Finally, according to the Centers for Disease Control, people living at or below the poverty level report feelings of nervousness, anxiety, or worry at a significantly higher rate (19.4% vs. 12.7%) than adults who live above the poverty level.

• Female
• Black
• Poor

These are the primary demographics of those served at My Cup of Tea. It is also notable that prolonged exposure of children to trauma involving abuse, neglect, and dysfunctional home lives contributes to serious mental health issues. More than a majority of women served by My Cup of Tea over the last decade had childhoods that included these adverse experiences. Working side by side with Orange Mound women for approximately 2,500 days, we know that what the data reports about the mental health of poor, Black women in true.

More than the mental, emotional, and physical damage caused by a mental illness, an article by Drs. Michaela Beder and Kevin Simon in Psychiatric Times points to another challenge unique to the poor in our country.

The evidence is strong for a causal relationship between poverty and mental health. However, findings suggest that poverty leads to mental health and developmental problems that in turn prevent individuals and families from leaving poverty, creating a vicious, intergenerational cycle of poverty and poor health.

In other words, if we strive to address poverty by providing a good paying, reliable job but fail to grapple with the issue of mental health, the odds of breaking the cycle of poverty become slimmer.

As the mental illness plague has become more pervasive, it seems everyone is seeking the causes. Some point to the obsession with social media. Others suggest materialism in our culture. Broken homes are a favorite excuse along with “helicopter parents” or a lack of physical activity. And while the medical and academic communities mine the data to discover the cause or causes, some in the Christian community suggest that a lack of prayer, reading of Scripture, and time spent with God is the basis for our nation’s challenges with mental health.

Honestly, we don’t know the “why.”

What we know is that many of the women we serve are suffering, and if they are suffering, then so are their families. What we also know is that treatment is now available in our communities.

The Memphis Resilience Project is a long-term commitment by the mental health experts at Christian Psychological Center to partner with nonprofits and city organizations to provide mental health services to the underserved. Under the program, individuals at 175% of the poverty level or below can receive counseling for $10, $30, or $50 per session depending on their income level. This alone would be an enormous benefit to the community, but there is more. CPC will provide schools support for early intervention for childhood trauma. They are offering community trauma workshops, training for nonprofit staff on how to build emotional resilience, and scholarships for clinical trainees to help grow the number of available practitioners to serve the underserved.

Last week, we introduced this program to the My Cup of Tea ladies and already some are moving forward to take advantage of the services offered. Whatever the causes of mental illness, we are resolved to support the ladies in the same way we would support them if the diagnosis were cancer and not depression, anxiety, or PTSD. We will recognize it’s real and serious. We will pray together and share encouraging passages of Scripture. We will ask how else we can help. We will encourage them to take full advantage of proven treatments.

And we will trust in the goodness and mercy of our God.

In 2013, the doors opened at the House in Orange Mound welcoming women in the neighborhood in pursuing connection and mutual appreciation. Countless workshops, experts and volunteers have enlightened us and enhanced our quest for self-improvement and a capacity to work in community while promoting our lovely products.

A diagnostic, often required in business settings, was offered only recently to our ladies at My Cup of Tea. Personality tests are fascinating and though readily available in Memphis, the ladies had never been exposed to a personal diagnostic to explore core motivations, desires, and fears. Our ladies’ mentors agreed to examine material and provide this opportunity to enlighten them and acknowledge the singularity and value of each of the MCOT employees.

One of our volunteers has had years of coaching the nine profiles of the acclaimed Enneagram system and graciously led us through three workshops.  Each of the ladies recognized her own number type connected to a broad personality standard and the “wings” or ancillary personality types that are associated with it. With confidence each explained herself to our group. In a short while, we became amused by our differences in problem solving, communication, and social interaction. Our coach emphasized that we are providentially interacting as a body with essential, valuable, and irreplaceable members with problem solving skills.   All of us felt seen and respected. I loved the laughter and the nods of agreement. We concluded that we are free to embrace our personalities and characteristics identified by the test. They are vital to the furthering of God’s work for us in Orange Mound.

One is a Reformer and Idealist.

Two are Helpers and Caregivers.

One is an Achiever and Pragmatic.

Two are Individualists.

Two are Enthusiasts.

One is a Challenger and powerful.

One is a Peacemaker and always agreeable.

We are interlaced daily in a simple task of formatting and shipping our excellent tea to customers locally and in all fifty states. This safety, security, and peacefulness is our Dr. Jekyll from the Robert Louis Stevenson classic.

But there is more than tea on our minds. Every afternoon, upon walking out of the front door at The House in Orange Mound and stepping off the front porch, our collective consciousness shifts from comfort to caution. The ladies live daily among lawbreakers with guns and vendettas. Poor and heads of their households, they cannot be passive or ignore the dangers. All they hold closely is in jeopardy and their loved ones are vulnerable. They are stepping out to face our Mr. Hyde. 

Our neighborhood has an inordinate amount of crime unchecked. Last week our plight was tagged nationally when gun violence terrorized a block party a mile from our House in Orange Mound and death and injury ensued. The ladies knew more than the social media reports, because information is passed along the streets faster than the Internet. The personality types we had discovered and identified only a week earlier showed up and out.  A never-before and robust discussion in the kitchen with refreshing confidence in their positions held us all for 20 minutes and lunch waited.

The exchange began with scripture from Luke 10:29-37 and asking, “What does loving our neighbor look like in Orange Mound”?

Our Peacemaker led the discussion saying we must be agreeable and not call the police for small mess-ups. Our Loyalist said build a trusting and friendly relationship with neighbors who have children and help when able. The Challenger agreed and suggested we need to be proactive and intentionally cultivate safe neighbors. Our Helper said she had tried bridging often by sharing her resources. Our Reformer said it is possible, but a strategy must be informed and intentional.

The vision for a shalom community is being repeated in our prayers and in our conversations more often around the kitchen table. Passivity is no longer recommended.  Each of us should be a participant in reclamation and repair of our community but slowly and courageously. What was improbable now looks possible with the Lord and collaboration. We know He wills His Kingdom into full glory in Orange Mound.

While many people are fleeing our neighborhood, we remain to restore the peace and security once known here. In1878, many left Memphis, fearing the ubiquitous Yellow Fever. Those who remained cared for the sick, made house calls, and personified good neighborliness. Our city recovered and ten years later, Orange Mound was founded by many of those who prevailed through the epidemic.

Our crime statistics rival an epidemic now. Fear and resignation are no longer on the kitchen table at The House. We aren’t seeking a secret potion like Dr. Jekyll attempting to control Mr. Hyde. We are committed to the hard work long-term. We are growing in resolve to be the change agents and the harbingers of a new and better version of Orange Mound by thoroughly loving our neighbors.

On Saturday, March 23, MOUND UP, a neighborhood revitalization planning cohort, invigorated many Orange Mound residents and Memphis community leaders to share the vision and responsibility to restore historic Orange Mound to a revitalized “shalom” district in the middle of Memphis. Red Zone hosted the all-day event and faith was renewed as evidenced in the palatable pride felt for the neighborhood. We have long needed an injection of hope. Aggravation over blight and crime has been replaced by an infusion of courage to join in solutions.

Experts dialoged and related local and federal programs which are already in place and available to Orange Mound youth, adults, and seniors. Among the many within reach are free youth camps, rent assistance, small engine repair, mental health advocacy, criminal justice liaisons, and many more. Most were unaware of the resources in place for solving our problems. We needed only to see fresh resurrecting seeds of energy and leadership.

To all who mourn in Zion, (and in Orange Mound), He will give beauty for ashes, joy instead of mourning, praise instead of heaviness… the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified. Isaiah 61:3 

 Enthusiasm saturated the oxygen we breathed. The women in the audience began to sense an empowerment, even though as residents in The Mound, they are single and often without connections. Despair has surrendered to optimism and ownership. Fresh and vigorous seeds have been planted on the Mound. We are mounding up to bring shalom to the present and future generations of our families.

But some departed in doubt.

Sunday, Passover Weekend, two thousand years ago, the eleven male disciples of Jesus headed for the mountain He had reserved for their reunion. For two days prior, their despair and heartbreak had been unbearable. They had succumbed to profound sorrow and futility. Despondency over the crucifixion of their rabbi and friend, Jesus, whom they thought was the Messiah, had convinced them the health of their nation was doomed and life must return to tragedy and failure. For several it would be fishing, and for all it would be subjugation to the Romans and religious leaders who despised them.

However, the women, (Matthew 28:8-10), had reported to them that very morning that Jesus was alive indeed in a resurrected body, and He was calling a meeting with them in Galilee. It made no sense.  Why would women, weak, unvalued, and disrespected be believable? Their credibility was in doubt, their story implausible. Nevertheless, the men went to Galilee, perhaps if only to get away from the calamity in the city.

Then they saw Jesus and in that moment their hope infused the oxygen they breathed. Exhilarated, trusting, and mounding up, they sensed a new day had dawned.  They were captivated by the reality of the best news ever revealed to earth and man.

Jesus declared His plan for revitalization, purpose, and change.  He commissioned them to be galvanized into unity and community. He promised to equip them with the equivalent of one omnipotent program, which remains to this day, in the gift of His Spirit.

                Matthew 28;17b: “but some doubted”

Good news is hard to believe at first for skeptics.  Jesus is patient with them and us.  He supplies proofs as needed to encourage His followers into action. But some will never participate.

The solution for Orange Mound and the solution for what ails all of us caught in the morass of sin and doubt is the same.  Jesus is the Way and the Way Maker. Doubters, don’t miss the unveiling of the vision at hand. He lives to bring our needs before the Throne of God, whether they be personal or corporate, for Orange Mound or your family.  His will is to revive our spirit and our neighborhood. His means are inexhaustible. We need only to agree, confess, and hold on as He makes all things new.

Those who doubted that day in Galilee clearly resolved their vacillation.  Each of them established personal missions and intensified commitment to bring about what Jesus promised. He provided convincing proof for them, and He has for us. We are His and He lives to make all things new. He has quickened us to believe:

 My people will live in a peaceful neighborhood - in safe houses, in quiet gardens. (Isaiah 32:18 MSG)

Breakfast as the most important meal of the day is a quintessentially American idea. In fact, Dr. John Harvey Kellogg, a physician and nutritionist, is credited with establishing this principle sometime in the late nineteenth century. Kellogg promoted eating grains, fruits, nuts to his patients and eventually invented Corn Flakes.

Since the explosion of the breakfast foods industry there are proponents and opponents with research to support their positions. Some subscribe to Kellogg’s general view, while others see conspiracy to grow a multi-billion dollar industry.

Setting aside research, opinions, and conspiracies, we know the most important meal of the day at The House is not breakfast but lunch.

For years, we have told you about the diligent and loving volunteers who provide lunch every day we are open. We include this information in brochures and grant requests because we want people to understand that beyond providing a job, we care about the physical, mental, and spiritual well-being of the women serve.

But lunch at The House is so much more.

An Oasis in a Food Desert

A report from the Cecil C. Humphreys School of Law titled, “The Roots of Food Deserts,” notes that,

In Memphis, one can drive along Poplar Avenue from downtown all the way to Collierville and find full-scale grocery stores within a one-to-two-mile radius of one another along the entire route. But…areas like South Memphis, Orange Mound, Binghampton, North Memphis, Whitehaven or Frayser… face a much more difficult task in finding anything resembling a full-service grocery store.

USDA’s Interactive Atlas shows that almost the entirety of Orange Mound is considered low income and low access to food. The median income in Orange Mound is just over $21,000, but 35% of residents make $15,000 or less according to the Census. Kroger closed its Orange Mound store in 2018 and Aldi soon followed. This left the oldest African American neighborhood in the U.S. without a grocery store.

We have often lamented the transportation woes that plague the women at My Cup of Tea. Couple this with a lack of a full-service grocery within close proximity, and the inability to obtain healthy and hearty meals reaches a near crisis point.

The daily lunches at the House are reliable. The MCOT women know that if all else fails on a given day, there will be a meal at 3028 Carnes. The daily fare may be familiar, or it may be a dish they’ve never experienced, but it will fill their bellies and almost always send them home with leftovers.

The Sisterhood of Daily Lunches

When lunch is served, almost everyone eats together around the heavy hardwood table in the center room of The House. If it’s warm and sunny, they gather on the porch and sit in rocking chairs and on the swing. The important thing is they are together.

This is the time when conversation, laughter, and sometimes tears ensue. There is plenty of camaraderie throughout the workday but depending on the task assigned and the number of customers to serve, the women are working in small groups or alone in different parts of the House. But at lunch, everyone pauses for nourishment – the physical and the kind we crave and receive from authentic human interaction. The conversations range from the mundane to the extraordinary, and within that small window of time, they can learn the latest neighborhood news, comment on the weather, and share deep, personal and spiritual challenges.

On one recent day, a woman nervously shared a secret that she had been keeping from her sisters. It wasn’t the kind of secret that was harmful to others, but it was about a past indiscretion that had reared its head again. Now, there would be some consequences. She wanted them to know because of the respect and love she had for them, and she wanted their prayers. The woman cried, her sisters cried, but no one judged or wagged a finger. Not only did they pray, but some also stepped up in immediate and tangible ways to help. We’ll write more about this in a future post.

Being Fed and Fed by the Spirit

Physical needs are met with the plate of food before each woman. But spiritual needs are met with a time of devotion and prayer. Most days, Debbie, our operations manager, or a volunteer offer a brief word of Scripture, a devotional reading, or a reflection.

The dialogue isn’t just one-way. Instead, a discussion often develops with women sharing how the truths of the lesson being discussed are evident in their lives. They offer words of genuine gratitude and acknowledge their ongoing need and desire for prayer and God’s direction in their lives.

And when the plates are empty and everyone is full, the meal ends the way it started – with prayer. The women clear their plates, move toward their work stations, and wonder about the kinds sustenance tomorrow’s lunch will bring.

Editor's Note: March is Women's History Month, and we shared a version of this post a year ago. We have updated the post, but the points are still quite relevant. We hope you will read it again and reflect on the gift of these amazing women who are My Cup of Tea.

The Memphis weather is schizophrenic. A blanket of chartreuse pollen covers the cars left in the elements overnight. The Bradford Pears, Dogwoods, and Daffodils are robustly blooming, while teeny green buds are peeking out from the branches of hardwoods across the city. These are sure signs that spring is near, but something else important is happening too.

March is National Women’s History Month.

In 1987, Congress enacted a perpetual declaration that March would be National Women’s History Month. In 1980, President Jimmy Carter recognized a week in the month as National Women’s History Week. In announcing the designation, Carter said this:

“From the first settlers who came to our shores, from the first American Indian families who befriended them, men and women have worked together to build this nation. Too often the women were unsung and sometimes their contributions went unnoticed. But the achievements, leadership, courage, strength and love of the women who built America was as vital as that of the men whose names we know so well.”

Carter was and is correct that women have made some of the most significant contributions to our nation with either delayed recognition or in some cases no recognition at all. But without minimizing the contributions of prominent women in our nation’s history, we should also remember that their achievements were built on a foundation laid by other women whose names, hard work, and dedication will never be known to the masses. These are “ordinary” women – mothers, grandmothers, sisters, aunts, teachers, church leaders, nurses, and caretakers – who invested in girls, other women, and communities.

Orange Mound Women

We’ve often told you how extraordinary the My Cup of Tea women are. Each overcome enormous personal tragedy and struggle to fight for a better future for themselves, their children, grandchildren, and neighborhood. A new addition to our family earned her real estate license and has sold four properties. Another woman walked across a stage to receive a diploma for her recently murdered daughter. Another is the primary caretaker for a special needs brother who is also diabetic. And one of our grandmothers stepped-up to gain custody of her special needs granddaughter. Still others have overcome addiction and the streets believing there is a better way. Yet, despite the challenges, they are quick to reach into shallow pockets where they always find something to give a sister in need. They’re choosing to grow roots deeper in Orange Mound, rather than relocating to other parts of the city. They are invested in the success of My Cup of Tea, not only for what it can do for them, but for how it can help stabilize their beloved Orange Mound.

East Memphis Sisters

Serving beside the Orange Mound women are their East Memphis sisters. Most of these sisters have likely had an easier existence than their My Cup of Tea counterparts. They are better resourced and financially secure. They have a network of friends, acquaintances, and experiences that make navigating life simpler. Most have skills and education that have led them to succeed in homemaking, business, or community engagement. They could have remained in the relative safety and comfort of their East Memphis enclave, but instead they answered a call to serve people whose culture and experiences are vastly different than their own in a neighborhood they have most certainly been told is unsafe. Yet, they came anyway, and are still coming. They bring lunches, plant gardens, package tea, sew aprons, refinish furniture, and donate time and money. The most important things they do are listen, learn, and befriend their Orange Mound sisters without judgment.

The Backbone

If the Orange Mound women and their East Memphis sisters are the “hands and feet” of My Cup of Tea, then Debbie is the backbone. Debbie is the operations manager and resident tea expert. It is her knowledge, work ethic, and genuine love of the My Cup of Tea women that coalesce to make the operation successful. Debbie is accounting, human resources, supply chain and logistics, and sales and marketing combined in a single human. She is fiercely organized and committed to stellar customer service. However, Debbie’s most important roles are counselor, teacher, and friend. The My Cup of Tea women know that they can bring any problem or struggle to Debbie. She listens, guides, advises, and prays for and with them. Some even call her Momma D.

The Visionary

Many of the notable women in American History were visionaries. At My Cup of Tea, our visionary is our founder Carey Moore, though she never claims the vision as her own. Carey is quick to say that the idea for this social enterprise in Orange Mound came from the Lord. Through fervent prayer, biblical wisdom, and an indefatigable spirit, Carey leads and inspires all associated with My Cup of Tea. Carey is always reading, learning, and applying new information to the mission of the organization. When a problem presents itself, Carey in undeterred by its complexity or unsavoriness. Her goal is always to resolve it with the best interests of others in mind.

Women Making History

For all the sweat, toil, and prayer of the last eight years, it is all but certain that no woman in any role with My Cup of Tea will be lauded in the annals of American, Tennessee, or Memphis history. But it is almost equally certain that there will be women in the future who will rise to the level of historical figure because of the impact of My Cup of Tea and its women. Perhaps a granddaughter or great granddaughter will achieve scientific, business, or political success because their grandmother or great grandmother broke the cycle of generational poverty through her employment at My Cup of Tea. Or maybe a young woman, because her family moved into one of the new, affordable homes to be built on Semmes Street, will have her own room where she studies, excels in school, and becomes a great American author.  Whoever she is, whatever the accomplishment, or whenever it occurs, the My Cup of Tea women are helping to make history everyday and for that we are grateful.

If you’ve been distracted lately by the romance between some football player and a musician, you may not have realized that February has 29 days this year, not 28. Twenty twenty-four is a Leap Year, but besides delaying the beginning of March, what is the significance of it?

As a matter of science, the earth’s orbit around the sun is not exactly 365 days. It is closer to 365.2422 days. Over time, if the calendar is not adjusted to compensate for nearly an extra quarter of a day each year, the alignment between our calendar and our seasons becomes skewed. So, Julius Cesar with help from the Egyptians invented what we now refer to as Leap Year.

Beyond the science, the quirkiness of adding an extra day once every four years has spawned a number of peculiar traditions and observances. For example, in 5^th Century Ireland, Saint Bridget convinced Saint Patrick that women should have a day when they are allowed to propose to a man. Saint Patrick agreed and endorsed women having a day to propose…once every 4 years. Thus, Leap Day became known as Bachelor’s Day.

Adding to the tradition across Europe, Queen Margaret of Scotland decreed that if the man declined the proposal from the woman, he must pay a fine of one pound up to a silk gown. It is unclear why some men paid a pound and others the excessive silk gown fine – maybe it was based in the vehemence of the rejection or whether he declined in public. To further spice up the infrequent occasion, at some point women were allowed to wear red petticoats presumably to signal to the world and the would-be husband that a proposal was at hand. And speaking of hands, in Denmark men who rejected a proposal were required to purchase 12 pairs of gloves so the women could disguise the embarrassment of not having a ring.

In Taiwan, married daughters are required to come home on Leap Day to prepare a meal for their aging parents. And the meal is just not any old meal. Daughters bring and cook the ingredients for Pig Trotter Noodles. What are Pig Trotter Noodles, you ask? Pig trotters are pig’s feet, and rice noodles are stewed in pig’s feet broth. The meal is said to be so delicious that it guarantees good fortune and health to the parents.

In Germany’s Rhineland, boys place a small, ribboned birch tree on the step of a girl they are “sweet on” the night before May Day. However, in Leap Years the roles are reversed, and the girls place the decorated tree at the doors of the boys. It is also tradition that only the girls dance around the May Pole the following day.

Right here in America, the town of Anthony, Texas hosts a four-day-long festival to celebrate Leap Year. People born on Lead Day, known as Leapings or Leap Day Babies, are elevated to celebrity status and people from all over the world visit the town of Anthony to enjoy the food, music, and activities in celebration of Leap Year.

What does all this have to do with My Cup of Tea and Orange Mound?

What all of these traditions, and others not included, have in common is an urging to do something out of the ordinary. They recognize that Leap Year doesn’t happen every day or every year, so it’s a chance to do something different. It’s an extra day to live life in a way that makes a difference for someone.

On this Leap Year, we have a proposal of our own.

Would you consider supporting the ladies at My Cup of Tea by becoming a sustaining donor?

Our sustaining donor program is called The Blend. Members decide how much they want to give, and each month that amount is charged to a credit or debit card. You can join for as little as $10 dollars per month. In addition to receiving gifts based on the amount you donate each month; you will have the joy of knowing that your money is supporting the women of My Cup of Tea in their journey out of poverty. Unlike the Leap Year proposals of old, if you decline, we won’t be looking to collect a silk gown or 12 pairs of gloves.

Doing something unique often involves a “leap of faith.” It wasn’t a Leap Year or a Leap Day, but 10 years ago, we trusted the Lord and founded this tea company and much good has come from it. We ask you to pray and consider taking a leap of your own.