Dreams and Visions?

In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy. Your young will see visions. Your elders will dream dreams. Even upon my servants, men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy. -Acts 2:17-18

Me, Prophesy?

Anybody find this image relatable?

Anybody find this image relatable?

Imagine the prophet for a moment. If you are like me, you imagine somebody like John the Baptist. Living in the wilderness, eating locusts for food, wearing a men’s size 34 camel hair sports coat. That doesn’t scream attainable to me. Although my local tailor would probably be happy to make me a nice sports coat. This image isn’t exactly helpful if we think we should prophets in our own time. And those who do think they are prophets aren’t helpful either. Our models seem to be either Harold Camping or some self righteous do-gooder.

Capturing the Imagination of the Church for Today

We the church have powerful imaginations, but sometimes those imaginations get in the way of being faithful Christians. We use our imaginations to worry about perceived threats to the Church’s cultural power. However we often fail to discuss our good dreams and visions that God is calling us to today. We believe that when Pentecost came all God’s people had the Holy Spirit poured out on them. And this was not the Holy Spirit for a few select leaders to access, this was the Holy Spirit for young and old. This was a gift for the church. Are we using our gift?

One of Harold Camping’s ministry tools to get out the news that the world was ending on May 21st, 2011. By Bart Everson - Flickr: Judgment Bus, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14734037

One of Harold Camping’s ministry tools to get out the news that the world was ending on May 21st, 2011. By Bart Everson - Flickr: Judgment Bus, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14734037

East End

The East End Missional Community was borne out of dreams and visions. They have been foggy at times and have had to be constantly formed and reformed. In the upcoming class Your Young Shall See Visions and Your Elderly Shall Dream Dreams, I want to share more about my story in the East End and talk about the dreams and the visions that went into and came out of the ministry in the East End.

Your Turn

The class will not stop there. Most importantly, this will be a space for you to chart out your own dreams and visions. What is God calling you to learn more about? Who is God calling you toward? What do you need to proclaim? We will have 3 sessions, I hope you can make one. And please RSVP, we are limited to 10 people per session.

September 15th: Solidarity

How do we learn the lesson that we all belong to each other? How do we stand with our neighbors?

October 20th: Now/Not Yet

When you look to see if you visions and dreams can become a reality, maybe it feels impossibly far away, or maybe they seem just right there for you take up. We live in the paradox of Now/ Not Yet.

November 17th: The Advocate

The Holy Spirit is also called the advocate. We learn from Jesus that the advocate is meant to sustain us. When we do the work of dreaming and visioning, how do we continue to be sustained by the Holy Spirit?

RSVP to Paul prichards-kuan@stpaulshouston.org

What if everybody got a place to call home?

To be honest, I have always been a homebody. I love being at home. When I leave home by myself, I do whatever errand or work thing I need to do and I come straight back. I am never that person who stops at a coffee shop randomly or wants to check out the new thing. I don’t lack a love of adventure, but for whatever reason the inertia to get the adventure started is just hard.

One of the first homes built by the Houston Community Land Trust

One of the first homes built by the Houston Community Land Trust

Maybe that is why I care so deeply about housing and homes in the East End. I love the East End and the home-like atmosphere that many people feel here. Somehow, in a city of over two million, in a metropolitan area of six million, this neighborhood can feel like a small town. However, not everybody gets to stay in the East End. Every day as property values increase and rent and property taxes follow, more people are pushed out and the neighborhood is worse off without them. For neighborhoods to be rich and thriving places, they need to be welcoming and inclusive of everybody who calls it home, especially those who make less money.

Enter the Houston Community Land Trust. A Community Land Trust (CLT) is a type of housing for those who cannot afford to buy. It allows residents to have well built homes and continue to live in their neighborhood. Instead of owning the land, the owner owns the improvements on the land. Then they least the land from the CLT who holds it in trust. That 99 year least is inheritable, renewable, and effectively perpetual. Unlike other housing subsidies, this is a permanent option that builds stronger neighborhoods.

Executive Director of the Houston Community Land Trust, Ashley Allen, showcasing the initial homes built for the Houston Community Land Trust

Executive Director of the Houston Community Land Trust, Ashley Allen, showcasing the initial homes built for the Houston Community Land Trust

Tommy Garcia-Prats of Finca Tres Robles describing the place-making power of farms and how local agriculture can shape a neighborhood

Tommy Garcia-Prats of Finca Tres Robles describing the place-making power of farms and how local agriculture can shape a neighborhood

Last week, our East End leaders got to celebrate with the Houston Community Land Trust as our year of advocacy, teaching, and information sharing has led to the purchase of the initial sights of land in the East End! The Houston Community Land Trust hosted their second conference to share about the model, we toured some newly build homes, and we got to show off some of the best things that the East End has to offer, such as Finca Tres Robles.

We know that we are just at the beginning of this journey and there is a long way to go. But together, we know that we can work toward the common good for the whole neighborhood. Which makes sense! We are after all the work of St. Paul’s United Methodist Church, the church that strives to be a cathedral for Houston that embodies its diversity, inspires faith, and leads change for the common good of all peoples and communities.

If you would like to get involved or learn more, get to know us at eastendcollaborative.org

From left to right, Ashley Allen, Jorge Olvera, Christi Vasquez-Martin, Tommy Garcia-Prats, Paul Richards-Kuan, Estella Gonzalez, Nina Culotta

From left to right, Ashley Allen, Jorge Olvera, Christi Vasquez-Martin, Tommy Garcia-Prats, Paul Richards-Kuan, Estella Gonzalez, Nina Culotta

From left to right, Christi Vasquez-Martin, Estella Gonzalez, Paul Richards-Kuan

From left to right, Christi Vasquez-Martin, Estella Gonzalez, Paul Richards-Kuan

Looking for a Tangible Sign of Easter? What about a Garden?

It’s Easter folks. From Last Sunday all the way to Pentecost, we will be in the Season of Easter. Sometimes when Easter comes around I find myself with a dose of skepticism. I want to believe in Easter, in resurrection, in new life, but this world sure makes it hard. But my people in the East End keep showing up real big to show me a little Easter.

Check out the work that my people Jorge Olvera and Christi Vasquez launched.

If that looks exciting to you, maybe May 4th from 9-12 in the morning you might be interested in joining the work? Questions? hit me up: prichards-kuan@stpaulshouston.org

p.s. just when it couldn’t get better, all the good things are happening at once!


Am I Celebrating Life or Death?


On Ash Wednesday, you may have made plans to drop by church to have ashes imposed on your forehead. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

Are we celebrating death? Isn’t Christianity a religion of life?

Perhaps Ash Wednesday is a great dialogue between life and death.

Ash Wednesday, 2018, Rev. Karyn Richards-Kuan imposes ashes

Ash Wednesday, 2018, Rev. Karyn Richards-Kuan imposes ashes

Many years ago a professor of worship died suddenly in her office at a seminary. A note found on her desk read “what if we taught everybody that their baptism was preparation for death?” These were her parting blows. Her last stab at attending to the mystery of faith. Baptism, that symbol of rebirth, the water symbolizing a spiritual birth canal out from which God births us and begins the initial work of mothering. That symbol, is about death? And not in a “fingers crossed that this will stick and I get to go to heaven!” kinda way. But maybe because a good death only happens when we live a good life.

How do we live a good life?

Death has been called “the great sleep?” What if this Ash Wednesday (and Lent, the season that Ash Wednesday kicks off) we remembered to sleep? What if we took rest and sabbath and made it real in the world? What if our remembrance of our death led us to living our life in a more human way?

Let’s take this lent slow. Let’s sleep. Burned out? Anxious? Want to explore rest with others? Check out this little, tiny, short survey!

I'll Rest When I'm Dead?

When I was in 7th grade I somehow got preferential treatment by my parents and was driven to school, unlike my older siblings had. In reality, I think it gave my mom 7 minutes with her youngest who was at a difficult stage of life (ok, seriously y’all, what’s the deal with middle school. It is terrible. As I have always said, I don’t trust anybody who enjoyed middle school). Nearly every single morning I would listen to the voice of David Bazan play “Lullaby” from his band Pedro the Lion’s first EP, “Whole.” My memory preserves this ritual in amber. Truly a meaningful time between me and my mom. As I prepared to enter school, where I would face bullies and uncertainty about my academic performance, I started the day with the words of God to David Bazan, “Rest in me, little David, and cry all your tears, you can lay down your armor and have no fear, cause I’m always here when you’re tired of running, I’m all the strength that you need.”

As I would walk the halls I would sing the chorus in my head, I would substitute “David” with “Paul” and imagine God slowly wooing me to rest and sleep (At the time I was so confused who “David” was. I thought his name was Pedro?). Ever since the song has been like an anchor in times of trouble, one that can always be reached back out to, always trusted to calm me.

A few nights ago while laying in bed, the song came back to mind and I sang an imperfect rendition. By the end, I felt better but also proclaimed, “dang! Pedro the Lion is so sad.” My wife, Karyn, responded “we need more sad Christian music.”

Right now is indeed an anxious time. The East End is a neighborhood that is always a little bit ill-at-ease. With many undocumented and mixed-status families, an ICE raid could mean losing your parents overnight. As rents rise, who knows what life will look like if you have to move farther out from jobs and public transit. The United Methodist Church is also at its most anxious moment of it’s history- the special called session of General Conference in February. Though some call for prayer and calm, others desire to push the dialogue one way or the other by rising the anxiety level. But this is nothing new, the church is a political beast just like any club, government, or human gathering. But with all these special reasons for heightened fear and anxiety, the truth is we were already tired. Work, eat, sleep, and maybe a few moments to distract yourself from work. Take care of your obligations, care for your loved ones, try to be healthy. We are just trying to get by as a world. And we are tired.

Recently an article sparked lots of conversation about overwork, self care, and rest. Millennials as a face much lower wages and more uncertain economic futures than their parents. So while every generation feels burnout and stress, many have wondered if Millennials are now the burnout generation. What is left out of the conversation is also the challenge of sleep if you are a person who is Black. As one friend put it to me after detailing a slurry of frustrations around life and work, “i’m just tired.”

In college I would often hear friends yell things like “we’ll sleep when we’re dead!” either while at a party or studying. Or, at a party that you have to leave to go back to studying. This hilarious statement of energy-drinking college students has begun to feel like an actual death sentence. Will I finally feel at rest in this life? In seminary, as I imagine happens in other professional schools, we were taught about burnout and the importance of “self care.” I was told by a professor “if you don’t rest, sickness will become your rest.” That lead me to accept that I could deal with a few sick days for Jesus. Also, too often “self care” becomes coded language for a spa day, a shopping day of “treat yo self” or doing everything in your power to distract yourself from the thought that you should be working right now. In other words, “self care” is just as vacuous and lousy as the work we are supposedly trying to avoid. The reality is that “self care” was language created by those who were more interested in us being harder workers than being whole human beings.

Despite the temptation to photoshop a cape and superhero mask, I will leave your imagination to insert such elements.

Despite the temptation to photoshop a cape and superhero mask, I will leave your imagination to insert such elements.

At this point, riding in like a superhero, comes Walter Brueggemann. Brueggemann’s writing on Sabbath such as Sabbath as Resistance describe a new way to imagine rest and sleep. Sabbath is that thing God did on the 7th day after making the whole earth. It does mean not working on day of the week, but it also means resting and restoring oneself. It is also a commandment! So important is sabbath, you can’t even make somebody else work on your behalf on the Sabbath day. Furthermore, Jesus had plenty to say about Sabbath, not as a rule to follow, but something we needed for ourselves.

Here is the meat of what our caped crusader of theology wants us to remember:

  1. We have to decide who we will follow, God or Money. In money there is only work and restlessness. But in God there is rest.

  2. Sabbath counters anxious productivity with committed neighborliness.

  3. Sabbath tells us that you have enough. You don’t need more.

  4. Sabbath is to be followed by everybody, and you can’t make a servant or an immigrant do the work for you. So Sabbath demands inclusivity.

  5. Sabbath frees us from the burning feeling like we should always be working to be valuable.

  6. Sabbath reminds us that we are human.

Friends. We need sleep. We need rest. We need Sabbath. Let’s do something about that. Let’s do something together. Intrigued? Want to know more? Let’s talk! Hit me up.

Solidarity in the City

In 1990 the people of North Lawndale in Chicago saw piles of debris begin to build in their neighborhood. That illegal dump would continue to build for six more years as it became a mountain. At some points 6 stories high, the dump was across the street from a school. The story of that dump and the reasons it existed and persisted, are juicy and exciting. But unfortunately, I won’t get into that here.

4 years later, the mountain still growing in North Lawndale, another illegal dump began to grow in another neighborhood of Chicago. Again, it was across the street from a school. That school, however, was not on the west side of Chicago, as North Lawndale is, but on the north. It was also one of the top prep schools in the city, a highly selective magnet school. If you know much about Chicago, the city is perhaps one of the most segregated in the country. And the west and south sides are mostly Black neighborhoods, and on the North side, mostly White neighborhoods.

These two dumps not only were both across the street from schools, they also faced the same kind of push back. In North Lawndale, they “called who’s who to who’s that.” The neighborhood organized, marched, and did all the things a neighborhood movement does to get attention to an issue. They created organizations and night watches to record the trucks that illegally dumped. On the north side of town, the parents at the prep school did all the same things.

Within 3 weeks the dump on the north side was gone. The one in North Lawndale continued to grow.

Houston, 1970. Just like in Chicago, most dumps in the city of Houston, both legal and illegal, were in Black neighborhoods, like this one in the Sunnyside neighborhood.

Houston, 1970. Just like in Chicago, most dumps in the city of Houston, both legal and illegal, were in Black neighborhoods, like this one in the Sunnyside neighborhood.

This story is incredibly depressing in so many ways. But the thing that struck me was the lost possibility. What would have happened in the neighbors on the north side had a sense of solidarity with North Lawndale? What if they insisted that the city clean up all the illegal dumps? What great possibility for solidarity! Instead it would take 2 more years for the dumps in North Lawndale to begin to be cleaned up.

Houston also has great possibility. What ways do we face issues in our neighborhood that our neighbors on the other side of town also face? Here in the East End, we face so many of the same struggles that those in the 3rd Ward face. Our struggles are so often the same as those in the 5th Ward.

One way we are beginning to work in the East End with other neighbors, is through the Houston Community Land Trust (HCLT). If you have read this blog before, you may be wondering why I keep coming to this. We have a great opportunity to create a beautiful, affordable, sustaining option for housing all around the city. Some have pushed the dream that this could be the largest Community Land Trust in the country! What if we banded together as a city to say yes to these options? What other ways can we lean into each other?

If you want to learn more about the story of North Lawndale, check out The City, a podcast.

Magnolia Park: By the Numbers

This week we feature a post by our co-conspirator in the East End, Christi Vasquez. A native of the East End, Christi is a fierce advocate for the neighborhood. She is also a great researcher. See some of her thoughts using data from the Kinder Institute at Rice. The original post can be found at our sister website, eastendblockparty.org


Last week, a few colleagues/co-conspirators and I went to a Kinder Institute workshop that guided community changemakers through using their tool, the Houston Community Data Connections Dashboard. This is the interface that houses all of the neighborhood data gathered by Kinder, and the public can access it free of charge. The data is arranged by neighborhood, and has over 100 community indicators you can explore, and even compare to other Houston neighborhoods.

Prior to the workshop, I hadn’t known about this tool’s existence, but I was eager to browse it when I had time. The most fascinating part of this tool (to me) is the “rank” feature, which lets users know where a neighborhood falls throughout the entire city, in terms of whichever indicators you happen to be interested in.

I dug into the Magnolia Park community profile and here are just a few interesting tidbits I want to share:

  • Magnolia Park has the highest percentage of Hispanic/Latino residents of all 143 Houston neighborhoods. Accordingly, it ranks dead last for racial diversity.

  • It is the second most Catholic neighborhood in the city. The distinction of #1 goes to Magnolia Park’s neighbor to the south, Lawndale/Wayside.

  • Proponents of densifying urban areas might be surprised to know that Magnolia Park ranks among the Top 20 most dense neighborhoods in Houstoneven with almost double the percentage of vacant lots (21.4%) than the city average (11.3%).

  • The income segregation index number (0.15 out of 1) is low which may not seem negative at first—but this is only the case because 28.5% of all Magnolia Park households live in poverty, and 63% of all of the neighborhood’s households make less than $45,000.

  • Magnolia Park has the second highest population of people in Houston that are at least 25 years old and without a high school diploma.

  • Perhaps speaking to one another, the neighborhood ranks in the top 10 for both highest percentage of foreign-born residents and highest percentage of limited English-speaking households.

  • For mobility, it ranks 20 out of 143 for percentage of households without a car.

Now here are just a few of the questions I have after looking at this data:

  • What can vital nonprofit organizations (those in healthcare, childhood development, etc.) do to make sure they can clearly communicate their message in Spanish?

  • Does the number of nonprofits dedicated to immigrant aid and assistance in the area, reflect the exceptionally high percentage of foreign-born residents?

  • If Magnolia Park is in the top 20 neighborhoods in Houston where households do not have a car, why is the public transportation infrastructure not better? Why are sidewalks nonexistent or crumbling, dangerous heaps in most of the neighborhood?

  • Why aren’t there traffic lights at dangerous intersections like Capitol and 75th Street if our population using mass transit/biking/walking is significantly higher than other Houston neighborhoods?

  • On that same note, why is the bike lane on Capitol Street only a block long—even though the Greater East End Management District’s map indicates that there is a bike lane for a significant portion of the street?

  • Why are developers building homes, and house flippers are flipping homes, that are priced in excess of $250,000 in the area, when the median household income is $33,038?

I encourage you to sign up for the site and browse the data yourself. And if you have any questions that come up, feel free to share them with us!

Dia De Los Muertos Block Party

Pride, community, remembrance. These are some of the most important themes of the Dia de los Muertos. With history rooted in indigenous Mexican culture and the Christian All Saints Day, the festival is a perfect way to capture ideas needed in the East End: pride of where you come from, remembrance of the past, and a sense that we all belong to each other and we need each other.

Leo Tanguma’s “In Peace and Harmony with Nature” at Denver International Airport

Leo Tanguma’s “In Peace and Harmony with Nature” at Denver International Airport

I was getting excited for this festival that St. Paul’s and the East End Missional Community is helping with, but then this happened. Leo Tanguma, native sun of the East End and fiery muralist, will be coming from Colorado to be present with us. If you don’t know his work, take a stroll down to the county building at 5900 Canal St. And I do mean stroll, this is not something you can just zoom by in your car to fully appreciate.

This year we are anticipating the largest Dia De Los Muertos ever. Want to know more?

Raise Your Voice, East End!

Last Tuesday I got to see several months of hard work get together. By the end of the night, the team working together had that giddy, tired look of a group of folks that worked hard and pulled off a plan.

Back in July, we began discussing how the East End could build a Community Land Trust (CLT). A CLT preserves housing affordability and ensures that longtime residents can stay in their community. We met with the City, began to have conversations together, and under the banner of the 2nd Ward Super-neighborhood Council and East End Collaborative, we worked together to have a meeting for our neighborhood about a technical land issue that had right around 100 people!


Clearly our success in bringing the neighborhood out has more to do with the dire need to preserve the East End’s historic housing affordability. This conversation has been happening in fits and starts around the East End for many years, now that we are publicly lifting this issue up, our vision is for the East End to really raise up their voices so we can speak to the need for good housing.

The important first step is vision. What does housing affordability look like for the East End? How do you balance the need for cost effective housing affordability without including large high rise buildings?

Vision only comes when we keep talking as a neighborhood. And frankly, part of me hates that answer. People are ready to talk talk talk, when are they going to be ready to act? But if we know how we need to act so that we can be in solidarity with one another, then we truly can make an impact.

So East End, are you ready to raise your voice? Are you ready to plan the steps so we can march in lock step?

Check out our survey so we can keep you updated and involved.

My Friends Are Awesome

One of the coolest things about being a pastor is when you get to be a cheerleader for cool things your people do. Last week was basically cheer week for me.

On Monday, I got together with an awesome team to plan out the details of our conversation on a Community Land Trust (CLT) in the East End. This is seriously the dream team. Nobody has an ego about it, everybody is pouring themselves into the work, everybody cares deeply about their neighborhood. Come support us!


On Tuesday, my neighbor came over and we created signage for our national night out. This neighbor is awesome because he constantly is thinking about ways to care for the neighborhood. He picked up some of the illegally placed yard signs and re-purposed them for the good of the neighborhood.


Running, I darted over to see the good work my friend Priscilla had done to create a voter registration drive. The East End is a neighborhood with historically low voter turnout numbers for a lot of reasons. Distrust of the authorities, gerrymandering making the only real elections the primaries, and the difficulty of figuring out voting if you are working as much as my neighbors work. But Priscilla is changing that and getting the word out about voting! Bob, Tom, and Linda from St. Paul’s showed up to help!

Wednesday, I got to cheer as my friend Estella got confirmed to be on TIRZ #23. I only barely knew what the TIRZ’s did when I started now, and if I am being honest, I don’t know the ins and outs. But Estella is going to be a great voice for the community. She will get to advocate for ways that the communities tax dollars get spent and help make sure money set aside for affordable housing gets used in a equitable way. Yay to Estella!


Gentrification- The Tension Between Displacement and Erasure


Creating affordable housing is a tricky thing, I am learning. It’s expensive for one. But also, NIMBY (not in my backyard) voices drive up the costs. But affordable housing is really important as a key component of a comprehensive plan to resist gentrification. But what a challenging thing happens when you try to build affordable housing in gentrifying neighborhoods.

First, let’s talk about gentrification. It’s a term that goes back to London, describing the way that city’s real estate has been used to park global capital and in turn has driven up prices and made the city only livable for the wealthy. All across the US though, there are neighborhoods that are changing and wealthier, typically whiter, residents are moving in. Gentrification, however, is such a loaded term it’s unhelpful.

Alternative words used to describe the real underlying affects of gentrification are “displacement” and “erasure.” Displacement describes the that gentrifying neighborhoods are pushing out lower income residents as new ones move in. Erasure can meet lots of things- cultural erasure, erasing the stories of the neighborhood, erasing the history of the people who had traditionally lived in that place. But those two ideas don’t always go together.

When new people enter a community, any kind of community, the community will change. This happens at church. With every new member, the nature of the community changes. The effect may be small, but the community inevitably faces stress as soon as new people move in. So, what if we stopped everybody from coming in? What if we discouraged new members at our church? What if we held protests at every new business that wasn’t like us? That is the strategy that a lot of neighborhoods take, and it makes sense. This is the defense against being erased. We are still here! We matter! Hear our stories and our history!

Too often that voice can mean the discouragement of new development. Of any kind. With no new development, the new residents keep coming and displacement increases. With it, the unintended consequence of erasure.

Can the East End of Houston resist the ugly forces of displacement and erasure? It will take a heart full of hospitality and a rooting in justice. We need to welcome new residents, but also teach the history and stories of the neighborhood. We need to celebrate the culture. We need to show the heroes of the neighborhood. We also have to accept that development will happen, but advocate for what that development looks like. It will take wisdom, a sense of solidarity, maturity, and a strong sense of identity.

One way we are working on this is through a community meeting discussing Community Land Trusts. This is an opportunity to discuss housing as a community and let people’s voice be heard. Sound interesting to you? Come join us! https://www.facebook.com/events/1429221280544192/

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Easter in September?

Remember Christmas in July? Apparently it started at a North Carolina Summer Camp. But it is easy to understand why it caught on, at least for marketers and those of Northern European origin living in the Southern Hemisphere. Christmas makes a lot of money for retailers, and people equate winter with Christmas in the Northern Hemisphere. 

But part of me wants to take another sacred time and remember it too at an odd part of the year. September is a part of the year that has new beginnings, even if it doesn't get quite the fuss that New Year gets. So it shares something with Spring in that way, another time where new life is surrounding us. That concept of new life is probably a good reason Easter is celebrated in the spring- Easter is the resurrection after all. 

But we live in a culture of death. We don't always see new life. As I am preparing for a class at St. Paul's, Water, Spirit, Body, Blood, I am thinking a lot about new life. In doing so I am reminded of one of my favorite hymns, No. 307, Christ is Risen. It may not get a lot of air time at your house, but you may recall the tune. It is the same as Infant Holy, Infant Lowly. Yes, that's right, the Christmas Carol. New birth is an important theme of the new song, birth in the midst of death. That is the message of Easter, isn't it? 

Look at one of the lines: 

Christ is risen! Earth and Heaven never more shall be the same/Break the bread of new creation where a world is still in pain/ Tell its grim, demonic chorus: "Christ is risen! Get you gone!"/ God the First and Last is with us/Shout Hosanna everyone!

There are so many exclamation points in this song! But don't you love that line, "Tell its grim, demonic chorus: "Christ is risen! Get you gone!" I love it because it so boldly stands up to evil present in this world. 

There is evil present in this world, but Christ defeated evil and we get to shout it down!

Water, Spirit, Body, Blood

What day did you become a Christian? If you had contact with certain denominations in the Christian faith, maybe you have been asked this question. A similar one might ring a bell as well- when were you saved? Talking to close friends and colleagues, I know some picked a random day to legitimize their faith to their questioner. Ok, but seriously, when do you officially become a Christian? 

In the early church, I'm talking like 2,000 years ago, the Roman Empire liked to joke about the latest sect of Judaism. They were cannibals or something, always eating this guys body and blood. Maybe all the baby's they have been adopting are being eaten by these people! Rumors spread about the "Last Supper," "Great Thanksgiving," "Eucharist," or "Communion." But what actually is the point of it? 

Maybe you were raised Catholic or Orthodox Christian. Why do Methodists and other protestants only have 2 sacraments? What happened to confirmation, marriage, ordination, healing, and confession (reconciliation)? And furthermore, why do we have this delineation between the times I experience God's grace out in the world and these ceremonies inside a church building?

If any of these questions sound familiar, if you have ever participated in a sacrament and wondered what was happening, if you have a kid you keeps asking probing questions about church that you are just not sure about, this class is for you. This is going to be an interactive class, with optional reading for between sessions, and sure to have plenty of ah-ha! moments. 

Register and check out the class here

A Hymn for Midnight

You know when you can't sleep? I remember my high school calculus teacher mentioned how he read about a book a week on top of teaching school full time, having a small business as a side hustle, and raising two kids. Where did he get the time? Insomnia. I heard about one of the investigators of Watergate used to really bother his wife tossing and turning all night. By the time she ended up asking him what was up, it was the night before the whole world was about hear the recordings of Nixon coordinating the Watergate break in. This whole time he couldn't sleep because he was working on the biggest scandal in US history. 

Charles Wesley, one of the most prolific hymn writers in history, wrote one hymn that really spoke to the midnight soul. The folks over at "Wesley Bros." explain, "Where does the despairing soul find new hope? The travel from London to Georgia had wrecked Charles Wesley to the core.  While we may become weary from the jet lag and long flight, in the 1700’s it took months to cross the Atlantic by ship.  The Wesley’s ship, The Simmonds, boarded in England on Oct. 14, 1735, and they didn’t step foot on ground again until March 9, 1736!  The Holy Club worked hard to keep their religious duties at the forefront, which kept them busy and useful to the other crew members. But Charles wrote one of his darkest hymns on that journey: “A Hymn for Midnight.” Here’s an excerpt:

Absent from Thee, my exiled Soul / Deep in a Fleshly Dungeon groans; / Around me Clouds of Darkness roll, / And laboring Silence speaks my Moans; / Come quickly, Lord! Thy Face display, / And look my Midnight into Day.

Charles’ journal and letters from that journey reveal a disconnect between his hope for the gospel and his emotional experience. Just before landing, he wrote his female friends back in England: “I cannot follow my own advice; but yet I advise you — Give God your hearts” (Feb. 5, 1736)."

I always find so much hope when I see that my heroes had as much trouble as me. Maybe that seems counter-intuitive. But just the fact that I am not alone in those midnight moments of the heart helps. But also, that last line quoted from the Wesley Bros. really gets me, "look my Midnight into Day." There is such a strong desire to not be in the midnight time of despair. And it feels like God could just so easily fix everything, with just a glance.

However, when we are in the middle of the night, the greatest lie is that we are alone. The lie tells us that even God is not there. Nobody cares, nobody will listen, I have no hope. But the truth of the Gospel tells us that God made every sacrifice to be here in the midst of us. God took on a body as Jesus. Jesus sent the Holy Spirit to stay with us. We are not alone. 

Perhaps this is why Charles' brother, John, said on his death bed, "best of all, God is with us." 


P.S. If you are struggling with the midnight of the soul, maybe you need spiritual guidance. If that is the case, I know any pastor would be happy to listen. But don't kid yourself, there are lots of ways that we can be in the midnight time. If you are struggling with depression please reach out to a professional counselor or therapist who can do far more than your pastor. We would be happy to recommend one to you. 

When Power is Good

I used to imagine a world where people desired power. It was a bad thing. My problem was when I imagined people, I imagined individual people who were power hungry. If we are all thirsting for control over one another, we will all be unhappy. Even the people who end up with power. I had a failure of imagination all my life around the idea of power. I could only see a world where some people were on top, and the rest were on the problem. 

Power, however, can be wielded by the people. Not individual people, but the collective people. All of us together. That kind of power imagines a world where all people can flourish. Where, as Jesuit Gregory Boyle imagines, the circle of compassion is wide enough for everybody to fit in. Where we no longer desire the best future for our own children, but for all the children, for all the people. 

MP Bobi Wine, from wikimedia commons

MP Bobi Wine, from wikimedia commons

This week I heard on the radio about a war between these two images of power. Uganda has a president who wields absolute power. A musical artist turned member of parliament has led a popular movement that desires a new way of imagining power. At stake is the future of the East African country. 

This musical artist goes by the name Bobi Wine. Wine had a successful recording life but moved back into the neighborhood he was from and declared himself the "ghetto president." He desired to be an advocate for his friends and neighbors and won a seat in the Ugandan parliament. He quickly realized that parliament was not going to make a large change. He puts his revelation this way, "I realized that a dictatorship does not fear the Parliament whatsoever, does not fear even any system, does not fear the courts, but it fears the people."

The power lies in the people. 

This lesson has become more relevant as I have lived in a neighborhood where few residents would be considered very powerful. If anything is going to be done, it has to come from the work of the people. But people banding together does not mean that there is a common good. I read this week that there tremendous bipartisan hatred of affordable housing. When people own their own land, they become far less interested in where other people are going to live and far more interested in property values. This NIMBYism (not in my backyard), is particularly distressing considering that we are currently undergoing a housing crisis in Houston, only exasperated by Hurricane Harvey. Put simply, people need good, affordable places to live. And not enough of them exist. 

This is why I am so excited about the discussions that have been happening in the East End around the Houston Community Land Trust. The city has been working in the 3rd Ward and is engaging conversations with many other neighborhoods as well. This could be an incredible opportunity to provide perpetually affordable housing for vulnerable members of the neighborhood that otherwise would be priced out and displaced. 

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The only thing left to do? Lets make our voices heard for a new kind of power in the world. A world where all people can flourish, all people can have a home in a good community, and the most vulnerable are cared for. Let's say yes to affordable housing, workforce housing, and senior housing! Let's turn the cries of "not in my backyard" to shouts of "YES in my backyard!"

For more on the Houston Community Land Trust, and I do mean more, a lot more, check out: this!

The Perils of Banking (And Maybe a Solution)

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I'm not good with money. Let's get that out of the way first. I am, however, cheap and simple in what I spend my money on. 

I drive a 2007 Toyota Yaris. I don't have the fanciest tech. I like to keep things simple. But let's be real about my financial situation. I come from the kind of privilege where I did not graduate into debt, I have never needed to help a family member out with a little loan, and my parents have always been quick to helping out in any financial situation. This, I know, is nearly unheard of in the US today. 

3/4 of US Americans live paycheck to paycheck. Budgets are tight. People are stuck if a minor emergency happens. So what shall they do? Many can't get a loan from a traditional bank and end up going to pay day lenders. It's at this point that they become sucked into a death spiral of debt. No wonder my Mom waved her fist at check cashing/pay day lending places when we drove by them. They are downright evil. They prey on the poor, the destitute, and the desperate. But what if there was another way. 

Now, in light of the first sentence of this blog post, I will now send you over to The Nation with their fine reporting. 

In the East End, I am excited that St. Paul's members like Harry McMahan cares about the under banked community and the needs of financial literacy. Way to go Harry! 

The Neighborhood Block Party as Revolution

In the early 19th century in the United States, white European immigrants were taking more and more land west of the Atlantic Coast. There was lots of movement, but people settled down where they were. The people who never settled, never were rooted, was the Methodist preacher. These circuit riders, who traveled from town to town, covering a circuit of small churches and preaching points, helped shape the United States and also made the Methodist movement a pervasive movement across the United States. But us Methodist preachers aren't the only ones whose jobs make them move. We now live in a world where only a very small amount of people will stay put for their entire lives. So we don't know our neighbors. We don't have a community. 


So what if we had block parties where we knew we could connect with some neighbors every month? That was the first question I began asking my new friends, Christi Vasquez and Michael Martin. Out of that conversation, the Pineview Block Party was formed. A month later, the Eastwood Block Party began. We are now 6 months into hosting small picnic like gatherings of neighbors. And we are only getting started. 

Our vision for the East End Block Party is to create the framework of belonging in the East End of Houston. We are going to be the structure that really is inclusive in a radical sense. The Block Party is for everybody- regardless of social class, immigration status, race, or creed, the Block Party welcomes everybody in the neighborhood.


While the work simple- we are just neighbors creating community through games, food, and art- the effect can be profound. Not only are we creating a place where all are welcome, we are creating a space where two different types of people are meeting- the white new resident who is a part of this movement back to the city by young white professionals, and the Latinx community that has taken root in the East End throughout the last 100 years. Those two groups need to know one another. White people like myself need to know the cares, concerns, and dreams of our neighbors. The Latinx community needs to be supported and known by us new neighbors so there fight against gentrification can be a unified voice desiring affordable housing and maintaining neighborhood culture. In other words, these block parties are a revolution. We are changing the way the neighborhood works, will you join your neighborhood's block party? 

Want to know more? check out our new website! eastendblockparty.org

God's New City

Starting a new thing is really hard. It will never get going unless you have your people. Perhaps the more profane way to talk about it is to say you need your inspiration, your model, the church or ministry that you absolutely adore and want to just totally copy and steal from. 

a mural in the South Minneapolis neighborhood that has the much loved monarch butterfly, a symbol of immigration as it annually travels from Canada down to Mexico. 

a mural in the South Minneapolis neighborhood that has the much loved monarch butterfly, a symbol of immigration as it annually travels from Canada down to Mexico. 

This past week I had the opportunity to visit a church in Minneapolis, Minnesota for a visit to a church plant that is doing some really cool things. They have clarity of their mission. They are a multi-racial, environmental justice focused church that calls the vast cohort of activists and organizers in Minneapolis to a deeper way of living, to be shaped by a God who restores and makes new. Their name says it all, New City Church imagines a new city based on Revelation 21, "[God] will wipe away every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more. There will be no mourning, crying, or pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

New City is not my model. For one, they are planting a stand alone new church. They are working towards self sufficiency and have always seen themselves as planting campuses all over Minneapolis. Except, in a certain way, I want to be just like them:

1. They know who they are. The really funny thing is that visitors when I was there were asked how they found New City and what made them come. One really bluntly said that they were looking for a church that cared. That got them. Unsurprisingly, this was a person of color who was in a profession because they saw it as a force for good, and wanted to find a church that got her. Even the visitors understand in some innate way what New City is about. Beyond that, the leadership can spit out the core beliefs and the vision. It's ingrained.  

New City helps organize and takes part in the Poor People's Campaign, a call for a moral revival in our country. Pictured above is just a small sampling of the several hundred protestors 

New City helps organize and takes part in the Poor People's Campaign, a call for a moral revival in our country. Pictured above is just a small sampling of the several hundred protestors 

2. They live out who they are. New City is engaged in all manner of environmental justice work. They do they kind of work that is all about people, and they don't pretend that environmental justice is about middle class white people. They bring fruit trees to anybody who wants them. They teach gardening to their neighbors. They advocate at systemic levels for a more just city. They do the work as a church. 

3. They are innovative and daring in a secular world that doesn't know they need God. Everybody is part time at New City. The pastor teaches zumba and picks up other work here and there to pay the bills. Everybody has a day job. They chose the most multi-racial and politically radical neighborhood to set up shop. They are constantly improving, constantly pushing forward, and constantly working together and collaborating even as challenging as it is to work with a staff that only sees one another a couple times a week. 

New City is doing some cool things, but the Gospel takes root different ways in different places. So what on earth is God doing in Houston? In the East End? 

God is up to something in the East End of Houston. It's mysterious and confusing. In other words, its the work of God. Come, let us join God's work in the world and dare to dream of what could be. 



Magic Collaboration

One of my favorite things about Bible Study is that you get people around a table discussing big things. Sometimes a Bible Study can become abstract, and that's ok too, but often times we get to have a space to ask the big questions like "how do I spend my money?" "what does it mean to be a good member of my community?" and "what does it mean to be saved by God?" Frankly, whenever I get a group of people together working on a common goal, a little bit of magic can happen. You remember that feeling. You were a part of a team where everybody was bought in. You left the space really excited about what could be. You were energized. 

This week begins a new part of work in the East End. For nearly a year now, I have been getting to know the neighborhood and my neighbors. In the last few months, I have been discussing the question "what could be" with some of the neighborhood leaders. Now, using the platform of an organization called the East End Collaborative, we are going to do some grasstops organizing. That is, as civic and nonprofit leaders, we are going to dream and ask the big questions together about the neighborhood. We are going to challenge each other and question the status quo. We are going to dream of a neighborhood that works for everybody, not just the wealthy and middle class. Hopefully, that collaboration will be magic. 

We are socialized to come up with ideas in isolation and compete with them, to have the best idea and get rewarded for it. But if we want a world that works for more people, we have to get into the practice of ideati.png

Gentrification is About People, Not Just Money

My work in the East End has seemed to hover over one idea: gentrification. And it's about people.

In East Austin, gentrification has displaced the African American and Latinx communities. Notice the changing housing stock.

In East Austin, gentrification has displaced the African American and Latinx communities. Notice the changing housing stock.

The smartest people on the subject of gentrification have fleshed out the term with two more terms: displacement and erasure. Displacement describes the ways in which gentrification forces rent to increase. With rising rent comes people looking to more and more creative places to be able to live. Many choose to live elsewhere. In places like the East End of Houston, most people are renters. The East End is a place to find cheap housing, especially for lots of immigrants from Mexico and other countries in Central America. One person has even told me that in some places in Mexico the neighborhood of Magnolia Park in the East End is quite well known as an important landing spot of new arrivals to the US. This means the neighborhood is an important place of culture and identity formation. Leaving the neighborhood is not a simple move.

In the well regarded book by Robert Putnam, Bowling Alone, Putnam argues that people are becoming less civically engaged and therefore losing social capital. Missed in this analysis are the economic forces of displacement that cause the loss of social capital. For people who have been displaced from their homes, they no longer have neighbors to look after their kids. They no longer have the same friendships that they have cultivated over years in their neighborhood. Often they don't have the same social network to help them find jobs. 

When I was in High School, I learned about how the economy worked. They taught us that the market dictates things like jobs. We also learned about the history of jobs and how certain industries have failed causing massive job loss. The lesson I learned was cruel: the market changes and certain industries change or fail, so sometimes workers get left out. But that's capitalism. So too with people who are displaced. We live in a global economy, so people need to go to where jobs are and if it's too expensive, they move somewhere else. This is the way the world works, and it leaves people without their people. 

What are your thoughts? Comment!