Hello!
My name is Hannah, I am 20 years old and from Ohio! I met Alyssa when she lived
here, and we were in a group called Keepers of the Home. If you know Alyssa
personally, please ask her about this embarrassing season of our lives.
It
depends who you’re talking to..but my life is kind of far from typical. I used
to sum it up like this: I am a pastors/missionaries’ kid, vegetarian, and home
schooled. How bad can it get? :] (Thankfully, I am no longer the latter two).
“Community”
is a buzz word in the church these days. We have community groups, community
projects, community parties. Sadly..that community is usually referring to the
group of people on the inside of the church, and not so much the outside..or
our actual neighborhoods and places where we spend the majority of our weeks.
When
I was 4 years old, my parents decided to move my family of 6 out of our nice
home in the ‘burbs into the second-highest
crime rated neighborhood in all of Akron (Akron is the 5th
largest city in Ohio, with population around 200,000). AKA, the ghetto. My dad quit his full-time job
as a firefighter and from then forward committed his life to full time “ministry”.
(side note- I hate when people use ministry in sentences like that. Haha,
because we should ALL be committing our lives to full time ministry..no matter
what our career choice is, ministry is a requirement for any believer. But for
the purpose of explanation, yes..my dad quit his typical salary paying career
job to do strictly gospel work. I am sorry, does that make sense?) We were the
only Caucasian family in a neighborhood full of African Americans, Asians, and
Latinos. And in case you have never heard of such a thing..America needs
missionaries too. My parents’ hearts became so burdened for the inner-city they
knew that Jesus was calling them to not just preach at or minister to the
poor once a week, but to follow His example and actually live among the poor
day in and day out. My dad willingly gave up his entire salary and did not
write 1 support letter for nearly 5 years. I was young so it is hard to
remember the details, but how could you not recognize there was a God when He
was so evident in our lives, and providing SO tangibly for our family? Dinner
was served each night by a miracle, because my parents were living completely
by faith.
It
is shameful that most Americans don’t believe in God because we don’t allow
room for God to move, live, and breath. People always talk about how nice it
must have been in Jesus’ time to see His miracles; we don’t see them because we
don’t need them. We live our lives distant from the intimacy of God and lack
opportunities to trust Him, and to allow for Him to show up. What makes my
family sad is when people praise us for the choices we have to made. God calls
all his people to be living in such intentional ways in their neighborhoods and
communities.
Moving
into South Akron was a huge step for my family. Because of my parents’ choices
my life has been seriously impacted. Thankfully, I never had to go through a
negative rebelling season like some PK’s (it often makes sense why that is a
stereotype) Before I paint you the wrong picture however- it has been VERY
difficult also. Any time your parent is in a leadership role and it feels like
the world is watching, there is some unspoken pressure. Not only were we
pastors’ kids, but also lived radically different just by our lifestyle. There
is no distinction between home and ministry- South Street Ministries is based
out of our house (we have grown and now own a building). We have all had to
learn to create healthy boundaries and involvement in things outside of the
ministry. I’ve never been able to leave my yard
without a male with me. I never rode my bike around my neighborhood, and often
my friends were not allowed to come over because of where we lived. We left my
house for extended periods of time (a couple days and about a month) because my
dad and our lives were being threatened. In context of the big picture, these are very
small sacrifices when many people all over the world struggle to survive each
day.
I
could tell you about a million different stories about how my parents felt “the
call”, the prostitutes and drug dealers I know by name because they're my
neighbors, the hundreds of families to be evicted, and the absolute worst-
going to funerals of children much too young to ever have died. If you would
like to know more sometime..if inner city ministry really intrigues you, email
me at hecrabbs1@malone.edu. However,
those aren’t really my stories to tell. Those are stories you need to
experience yourself. There is nothing pretty and glamorous or glorified about
them. We often feel the need to try and make sense of ministry, to put numbers
and dollar signs on it. There are no easy formulas, But it is through the ashes
we find the beauty of Christ to continue on. Obedience to the Lord isn’t always
a big pillow fight at a slumber party.
One
of the biggest things I pray you learn from my story is that ministry is wherever you are located. “There
is plenty you can do to change the world from your own 50 square miles of
beaten path” It doesn’t take the perfect person, let me remind you..God used
unlikely people in unlikely places for his Kingdom (Moses, Rahab, Job, just to
name a few). I don’t know how old you are, but we 20-somethings get real caught
up in trying to figure out what were going to do with our lives, and just what
the perfect path is. I think we become so overwhelmed with the intensity of sin
and brokenness in the world that we end up settling for simply re-posting the
latest social justice issues on our twitter and facebook pages and call it a
wrap (Kony 2012 campaign did great things..just be careful as to what you are
actually calling service or ministry in your life. We must be willing to
sacrifice much more than 4 minutes. ) We begin to learn just how big the world
is, and how complicated the problems are that we neglect looking outside our
back door, or even worse, we fail to look inwards first and deal with our own
crap.
A
quote I heard a while back and is constantly driving me is this: “If you don’t
need the gospel more than the one you are sharing it with, you ought to not be
sharing it”
Let
that motivate you to fall in love with Jesus again- to search scripture and
know why you love the Lord. The natural overflow from this love should be what
grounds you in ministry. Not that new book you read, or inspirational speaker
you heard at a conference. Following and serving Christ is about the day in,
and day out. We get bored, or tired of conflict and move on. But that is not
how Christ called us. Be rooted in community
And
don’t you worry. Every word I wrote of this was a starch reminder to myself of
how much more I need to grow in Christ.
Couple
of plugs..
Check
out South Street Ministries on FaceBook or the site: http://www.southstreetministries.org/
Second
plug..
Currently
my high school youth pastor and wife are adopting their second child from
Russia. Adoption is VERY near and dear to my heart- and more importantly,
weighs on Gods heart more than you could ever imagine. There are about a zillion
scripture verses about it. Anyways, it is very pricey, and they need help from
community to make it happen! I started this 1$ campaign..check it out. www.indiegogo.com/HelpAdd1 the idea is for everyone to donate just 1$
(we all have one buck to spare, no matter how poor you are---especially us
college students..we spend our money on the dumbest things sometimes) So far
there has been an AWESOME response!! I would love to see our goal met, and
exceeded before the deadline. Please give, and spread the word. THANK YOU!! J
Walk
in the Light friends,
Hannah
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