I'm caught in two worlds these days. Saying good-bye to soul-mate friends in Hamburg has left me with what is best described as grief. I miss you, my friends. Driving across PA, OH, IN, and IL my mind would flash back to the scenes of prayers, hugs, tears, and expressions of love...I'm glad it was dark while I was driving so that others didn't see my tears. It's so hard because it has been so good.
The closing on the house here went smoothly. I moved in Wednesday afternoon...which means I inflated the air mattress and set up the camp chair in the family room. After buying a towel, wash cloth, and shower curtain, I broke in the new shower...I love it!! I spent the evening sitting in front of a fire in the fireplace (after killing a dozen hornets that preferred their nest in the chimney BEFORE I lit the fire! It was a peaceful time of reflection and solitude.
Today, I spend much of the day getting my new office ready for work. Kevin and I went to Ikea to pick up some more shelves for books. I helped Jon, one of the elders, put a file cabinet together. And now I'm taking advantage of DSL before heading home for the night.
I can't wait to move ahead. I know that God is up to something...I just don't know what it's going to look like. That's the sweet part of what I'm experiencing these days. Meeting new people, making new friends, leading, teaching, learning, loving...it's what God made me for!
Heidi and the kids are in Bay City, with her parents, both sisters, and b-i-l. It's a bit crazy there...two kids will do that! I guess Izak has discovered that he can climb out of his pack-n-play crib. As his feet patter across the bedroom floor, he tells his crib, "bye-bye." What a kid! I will see them Saturday and then bring them home on Sunday. We need to be together again...the Furrs are better when together. I miss them.
My heart is full of so much these days. I miss my friends. I'm lonely for my family to share the joy of the adventure with. I'm excited about this new chapter in my life and can't wait to hit the ground running (which explains why I'm in my office this late at night!)...
Peace,
Matt
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Saturday, January 22, 2005
pause...
As of right now, the Furr house is in boxes. Though several people didn't show up, the crew was ready to work and work we did. The moving truck could pull in tomorrow...but it won't.
I guess we will be closing on our NY house on Tuesday afternoon. You might say, "Matt, I thought you were leaving town Tuesday morning and would have closed your house this past Friday. Why would you wait until Tuesday to close?" You might think that it's because I love to squeeze things as tightly as possible. You might also think this was a ploy to stay in Hamburg just a few hours longer. But, you would be correct only if you guessed that our attorney botched things in a big way...Yup...he didn't even look at the paperwork until last Thursday, the day before we were supposed to close. At just about every turn, he's disappointed me. It's an extra bitter pill because he's a Christ-follower and a friend. Still learning, I am...
But, the house will close (unless something else botches things between now and Tuesday) and we will buy our new home on Wednesday.
I'm about to head into my final Saturday night worship gathering at WCH. One more run at "announcement lackey" before signing off.
We'll be in transition for the next few days. Don't expect another blog until we land in Lake Villa later this week.
Until then, peace on the journey,
Matt
I guess we will be closing on our NY house on Tuesday afternoon. You might say, "Matt, I thought you were leaving town Tuesday morning and would have closed your house this past Friday. Why would you wait until Tuesday to close?" You might think that it's because I love to squeeze things as tightly as possible. You might also think this was a ploy to stay in Hamburg just a few hours longer. But, you would be correct only if you guessed that our attorney botched things in a big way...Yup...he didn't even look at the paperwork until last Thursday, the day before we were supposed to close. At just about every turn, he's disappointed me. It's an extra bitter pill because he's a Christ-follower and a friend. Still learning, I am...
But, the house will close (unless something else botches things between now and Tuesday) and we will buy our new home on Wednesday.
I'm about to head into my final Saturday night worship gathering at WCH. One more run at "announcement lackey" before signing off.
We'll be in transition for the next few days. Don't expect another blog until we land in Lake Villa later this week.
Until then, peace on the journey,
Matt
Friday, January 21, 2005
ready or not...
...here I come!! Get ready Northwest...the adventure (at least the part that includes the Furr family) is about to begin.
Today is my last day in the office...
Saturday is packing day. Many friends are coming over to help get our life in boxes and ready to move.
Sunday is the final worship gathering at WCH. It will include more good-byes and some special time together. My Small Group Leadership Team is going to be running a major event after services...without me...you go, team! In the evening, there will be a "last supper" with Gobles and Musielaks...tacos!!!
Monday is haning out with friends. Mark and Diann will come down from the city for one final pass through the Furr home. We will spend most of the day at the Musialak house...ours will be full of boxes and not much fun for kids...and we get some more time with our friends. I kind of hope Gobes pops in, too...hint, hint...Monday night, Heidi's sister, Kat and her husband, Dave will be coming in from Pittsburgh, PA to help Heidi get the kids to Michigan for the week.
Tuesday at 7am, Heidi, Izak, Liberty will leave town for the last time. They will head to Bay City, MI, where Heidi's parents and sister, Steph, live. Kat and Dave will go with her. I'll stick around to oversee the loading of the moving truck (I think I'm going to like having a moving company do this part!). Once the moving truck pulls out, I'm heading to Lake Villa, IL.
Wednesday, I close on the house in Lake Villa at noon. And just like that, I increase my debt load and change residencies from New York to Obama country...In the evening, Lou, Heidi's dad, should arrive with a trailer load of stuff that he picked up from my parents' place in Grand Haven, MI.
Thursday, the moving truck should arrive, unload all the stuff, and then it's all about settling in.
Friday morning, Lou and I head to Bay City where I get to see my family again!!
Saturday will be Bennett family Christmas...always a special time together.
Sunday morning, when the kids roll out of bed, we will load up the van and head to our new home in IL. When we arrive around lunch time, it will be the first time Heidi sees her new house in person. It's going to be quite a moment...I'm excited.
Monday...our new life begins...chapter 1, page 1...ready or not...here we come!
Today is my last day in the office...
Saturday is packing day. Many friends are coming over to help get our life in boxes and ready to move.
Sunday is the final worship gathering at WCH. It will include more good-byes and some special time together. My Small Group Leadership Team is going to be running a major event after services...without me...you go, team! In the evening, there will be a "last supper" with Gobles and Musielaks...tacos!!!
Monday is haning out with friends. Mark and Diann will come down from the city for one final pass through the Furr home. We will spend most of the day at the Musialak house...ours will be full of boxes and not much fun for kids...and we get some more time with our friends. I kind of hope Gobes pops in, too...hint, hint...Monday night, Heidi's sister, Kat and her husband, Dave will be coming in from Pittsburgh, PA to help Heidi get the kids to Michigan for the week.
Tuesday at 7am, Heidi, Izak, Liberty will leave town for the last time. They will head to Bay City, MI, where Heidi's parents and sister, Steph, live. Kat and Dave will go with her. I'll stick around to oversee the loading of the moving truck (I think I'm going to like having a moving company do this part!). Once the moving truck pulls out, I'm heading to Lake Villa, IL.
Wednesday, I close on the house in Lake Villa at noon. And just like that, I increase my debt load and change residencies from New York to Obama country...In the evening, Lou, Heidi's dad, should arrive with a trailer load of stuff that he picked up from my parents' place in Grand Haven, MI.
Thursday, the moving truck should arrive, unload all the stuff, and then it's all about settling in.
Friday morning, Lou and I head to Bay City where I get to see my family again!!
Saturday will be Bennett family Christmas...always a special time together.
Sunday morning, when the kids roll out of bed, we will load up the van and head to our new home in IL. When we arrive around lunch time, it will be the first time Heidi sees her new house in person. It's going to be quite a moment...I'm excited.
Monday...our new life begins...chapter 1, page 1...ready or not...here we come!
Last day...
Today is my last day in the office at WCH. I'm wrapping up a final project, writing some final notes, and saying good-bye to people who have been such an integral part of my life for the past 6 years.
We have laughed together. We have even cried together. We have prayed for each other when children went through difficult times, when our marriages were struggling, when we were discouraged...they celebrated when my two children were born...they shared their lives with me.
We worked hard together. We learned to love each other well. And today we say good-bye. I know the good-bye isn't forever...we will be together again someday. But it's still difficult. They are a part of my life...a part that will not travel with me.
Good-bye, friends. I will miss you.
Peace,
Matt
We have laughed together. We have even cried together. We have prayed for each other when children went through difficult times, when our marriages were struggling, when we were discouraged...they celebrated when my two children were born...they shared their lives with me.
We worked hard together. We learned to love each other well. And today we say good-bye. I know the good-bye isn't forever...we will be together again someday. But it's still difficult. They are a part of my life...a part that will not travel with me.
Good-bye, friends. I will miss you.
Peace,
Matt
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Rick & Carrie
Rick and Carrie (along with Larry and Audry) have shared life most deeply with us the past six years. I arrived here with the belief that the bible speaks of a community that is unique among Christ-followers. Our relationship with Rick and Carrie has confirmed that which I believed to be true.
When I made the final decision to go to Northwest, I recieved a phone call from Carrie that will resonate in my heart forever. The words she spoke are sacred to me...Like a memory so special that it hovers somewhere between reality and a dream state, but if spoken may cease to exist.
Rick is a brother...a soul-friend. He knows me better than anyone other than Heidi; and I him. Our friendship runs so deep we communicate with a glanse, a nod, and definatey a snicker. The food of our friendship is laughter...the kind that exists only in a place of total safety and freedom.
The only thing in the world that could pull me from close proximity to these friends is the call of God. So many faces went through my mind as I prayed and fasted for weeks about this decision. But none as much or as intensely as Rick's and Carrie's.
My heart continues with fondness where words fall short...good-bye, friends.
Matthew
When I made the final decision to go to Northwest, I recieved a phone call from Carrie that will resonate in my heart forever. The words she spoke are sacred to me...Like a memory so special that it hovers somewhere between reality and a dream state, but if spoken may cease to exist.
Rick is a brother...a soul-friend. He knows me better than anyone other than Heidi; and I him. Our friendship runs so deep we communicate with a glanse, a nod, and definatey a snicker. The food of our friendship is laughter...the kind that exists only in a place of total safety and freedom.
The only thing in the world that could pull me from close proximity to these friends is the call of God. So many faces went through my mind as I prayed and fasted for weeks about this decision. But none as much or as intensely as Rick's and Carrie's.
My heart continues with fondness where words fall short...good-bye, friends.
Matthew
Monday, January 17, 2005
Furr Farewell...
Just over six years ago, I began an adventure of discovery...could a large and growing local church experience true community...or would it be so consumed with organization and growth that the sharing of life would be merely a good idea?
After six years, I've been affirmed in my belief that the church is about community, no matter what size. Through intentional investment in the lives of other people, it can happen...people can experience the sort of transformational community that we read about in the Bible.
As my time at WCH draws to a close (a week from tomorrow the truck pulls out), I'm pleased with what I leave behind. God has used me to plant some seeds in the life of this church...seeds that they will need to continue to nurture toward growth.
One of those seeds is sharing life together. Laughing. Crying. Sometimes just being there. I've worked to create opportunities for people to experience that. Not everyone took me up on that, but those opportunities have been there for many. I've also experienced that in my own small group. Gobles and Musielaks have loved us well...beyond words.
Another seed is becoming aware of and responding to the needs of others. I believe that God has used me over the past few years to create some bridges to the city and the surrounding community. The evidence of that bridge was seen yesterday at the Furr Farewell. Peace of the City Gospel Choir surprised me by showing up at WCH and singing a few songs. It was a taste of heaven for me to see two communities in which I've invested significantly praising God together. As pleased as I was, I can't only imagine how pleased God is when people from different worlds enter into His presence together.
The Furr Farewell was a special time. It's a little like going to your own funeral. Most people don't get an opportunity to hear people reflect on the impact your investments actually make. My gift from the people was when one after another, they shook my hand or hugged me as they explained (usually very specifically) what difference I've made in their lives. "My family is walking with God because of you." "I'm here because of you." "When you married my son and his wife, I saw something different in you...that's why my family is coming here." For some, it was a message that I gave in a weekend service. For others, it was walking through dark days with a couple who was giving their marriage one last chance. For another, it was the baptism of his son less than a year before he was killed in an accident. For yet another, it was standing in a hospital room with a couple whose newborn baby (born 4 months too early) was laying lifeless in the bassinet...I was the only one to see Hannah.
Sharing life together is a gift. But to do so with the knowledge that there is something eternal is what we've done together...that's food for the soul.
Thank you for loving us so well, WCH. We love you deeply and look forward to being with you again...if not in this world, then in the life to come.
Peace on the journey,
Matt
After six years, I've been affirmed in my belief that the church is about community, no matter what size. Through intentional investment in the lives of other people, it can happen...people can experience the sort of transformational community that we read about in the Bible.
As my time at WCH draws to a close (a week from tomorrow the truck pulls out), I'm pleased with what I leave behind. God has used me to plant some seeds in the life of this church...seeds that they will need to continue to nurture toward growth.
One of those seeds is sharing life together. Laughing. Crying. Sometimes just being there. I've worked to create opportunities for people to experience that. Not everyone took me up on that, but those opportunities have been there for many. I've also experienced that in my own small group. Gobles and Musielaks have loved us well...beyond words.
Another seed is becoming aware of and responding to the needs of others. I believe that God has used me over the past few years to create some bridges to the city and the surrounding community. The evidence of that bridge was seen yesterday at the Furr Farewell. Peace of the City Gospel Choir surprised me by showing up at WCH and singing a few songs. It was a taste of heaven for me to see two communities in which I've invested significantly praising God together. As pleased as I was, I can't only imagine how pleased God is when people from different worlds enter into His presence together.
The Furr Farewell was a special time. It's a little like going to your own funeral. Most people don't get an opportunity to hear people reflect on the impact your investments actually make. My gift from the people was when one after another, they shook my hand or hugged me as they explained (usually very specifically) what difference I've made in their lives. "My family is walking with God because of you." "I'm here because of you." "When you married my son and his wife, I saw something different in you...that's why my family is coming here." For some, it was a message that I gave in a weekend service. For others, it was walking through dark days with a couple who was giving their marriage one last chance. For another, it was the baptism of his son less than a year before he was killed in an accident. For yet another, it was standing in a hospital room with a couple whose newborn baby (born 4 months too early) was laying lifeless in the bassinet...I was the only one to see Hannah.
Sharing life together is a gift. But to do so with the knowledge that there is something eternal is what we've done together...that's food for the soul.
Thank you for loving us so well, WCH. We love you deeply and look forward to being with you again...if not in this world, then in the life to come.
Peace on the journey,
Matt
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Saturday...
The house is quiet while the kids sleep and Heidi is out at a baby shower for the wife of our Worship Pastor (they just had #4!!). Though I tend to be an extrovert, I do enjoy some moments of alone and quiet...
One week from today is packing day. We'll have several friends over who will help pack us up in one day...go figure. The house is pretty small, so I think we'll do just fine.
Tomorrow is the Furr Farewell at church. So many people have been so kind and generous in their love. Heidi and I are blessed in the most meaningful sense of the word.
that being true, we're also very tired. We're reaching the "drained" portion of the trip. It's time to do it. Soon...
Not feeling too reflective at the moment...
M@
One week from today is packing day. We'll have several friends over who will help pack us up in one day...go figure. The house is pretty small, so I think we'll do just fine.
Tomorrow is the Furr Farewell at church. So many people have been so kind and generous in their love. Heidi and I are blessed in the most meaningful sense of the word.
that being true, we're also very tired. We're reaching the "drained" portion of the trip. It's time to do it. Soon...
Not feeling too reflective at the moment...
M@
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Mike & Lauren
I honestly don't remember the first time I met Mike and Lauren. I met Mike's parents as a part of the interview process before coming to WCH. I'm sure our paths crossed a couple times. Then came the invitation. They invited us to share New Year's Day with them...it was an invitation to escape to the 160 acres of "heaven" they owned in West Valley. Our hearts connected that day...and that connection has only grown since then.
Our time with them on Monday was as special as I had hoped it would be. There was laughing, sharing memories, looking ahead, discussing life's issues...all the things that have made my friendship with Mike and Lauren a treasure.
You will be missed, friends. Yet, somehow, I know this isn't the last time that we close down an Outback together!
Peace,
Matt
Our time with them on Monday was as special as I had hoped it would be. There was laughing, sharing memories, looking ahead, discussing life's issues...all the things that have made my friendship with Mike and Lauren a treasure.
You will be missed, friends. Yet, somehow, I know this isn't the last time that we close down an Outback together!
Peace,
Matt
wade in the water...
Last night was my final "official" duty at the Wesleyan Church of Hamburg. For the next 12 days, I'm just the eye candy...ha...just kidding.
I led the baptism service last night. It couldn't have been more fitting for me. People making commitments to follow Jesus with everything they have and declaring publicly their love for Him...that's what baptism is all about. It's also a rite of passage into the Body of Christ, the church...at least that's how it was used by those in the early church (the ones who were trying to figure it out right after Jesus left them).
It was a special time as 8 people came into the water, stood with me while someone who loves them read their story about the difference Jesus makes in their life. Then, one by one, I held them as they descended into the water and then I lifted them out again. There is nothing like seeing the face of someone who has just "taken the plunge." It's the face of someone who knows the love and grace of God firsthand. Beautiful.
What a gift to me that I could be a part of this evening with these folks. Welcome to the family...
There are some things I'm working on these days:
- leader supplemental for a church-wide study that we'll be doing after I'm gone;
- my first few messages at Northwest - one and two are about done;
- time with friends...won't get to everyone, but hitting many of the bases;
- packing boxes...and more boxes...and more boxes...
peace,
matt
I led the baptism service last night. It couldn't have been more fitting for me. People making commitments to follow Jesus with everything they have and declaring publicly their love for Him...that's what baptism is all about. It's also a rite of passage into the Body of Christ, the church...at least that's how it was used by those in the early church (the ones who were trying to figure it out right after Jesus left them).
It was a special time as 8 people came into the water, stood with me while someone who loves them read their story about the difference Jesus makes in their life. Then, one by one, I held them as they descended into the water and then I lifted them out again. There is nothing like seeing the face of someone who has just "taken the plunge." It's the face of someone who knows the love and grace of God firsthand. Beautiful.
What a gift to me that I could be a part of this evening with these folks. Welcome to the family...
There are some things I'm working on these days:
- leader supplemental for a church-wide study that we'll be doing after I'm gone;
- my first few messages at Northwest - one and two are about done;
- time with friends...won't get to everyone, but hitting many of the bases;
- packing boxes...and more boxes...and more boxes...
peace,
matt
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Small Group...
It all began about 6 years ago in the Honeymoon Connection -- a Sunday morning class for couples who have been married five years or less. Rick and Carrie had been married about a month. Larry and Audry had been married in the ballpark of a year. Matt and Heidi were the old couple, having been married 4 years. Matt and Jen had been married under a year. We enjoyed each other during the class...it was a good beginning.
Then on February 5, 1999, we met at Matt and Jen's appartment and talked about starting a new small group together. I was the new small group pastor at Hamburg...and was the only one who really knew what I meant by a small group. Thus began a journey.
Others have come and gone, but the core has always been there. Rick & Carrie, Larry & Audry, and Matt & Heidi. Through new jobs, death of a parent, first homes, pregnancies, babies...we were there for each other through it all.
Tonight was our last time meeting as a small group. There will be other times together. This isn't the end of the journey together, but it's about to take a huge shift.
To be honest, I can't put words to how much I will miss them. When I stop and realize that the end is near...I just can't spend much time there. I love you guys like family. You've challenged me, encouraged me, kicked my butt at just the right time. I am who I am today because God has used you in the transformation process within me. Thank you for sharing yourselves with me.
Continuing the journey...just different.
Matt
Then on February 5, 1999, we met at Matt and Jen's appartment and talked about starting a new small group together. I was the new small group pastor at Hamburg...and was the only one who really knew what I meant by a small group. Thus began a journey.
Others have come and gone, but the core has always been there. Rick & Carrie, Larry & Audry, and Matt & Heidi. Through new jobs, death of a parent, first homes, pregnancies, babies...we were there for each other through it all.
Tonight was our last time meeting as a small group. There will be other times together. This isn't the end of the journey together, but it's about to take a huge shift.
To be honest, I can't put words to how much I will miss them. When I stop and realize that the end is near...I just can't spend much time there. I love you guys like family. You've challenged me, encouraged me, kicked my butt at just the right time. I am who I am today because God has used you in the transformation process within me. Thank you for sharing yourselves with me.
Continuing the journey...just different.
Matt
Monday, January 10, 2005
Larry & Audry Goble
It's hard for me to find words that describe the friendship of this family. Larry and Audry have shared life with us in a small group for about 6 years. We have helped each other move into our first homes. We have challenged each other when a sour attitude creates up. In the chaos of leadership, Larry has been a friend that will always speak truth to me...and I trust it because of the love that has given him entrance to the deeper places in my soul.
I am a better man, hudband, leader, friend because of Larry. If I have been half the friend to him that he has to me, then we have, together, experienced something that the Bible challenges us to as Christ-followers...a love among brothers.
Though there will be more time together, last night was our special time along with the Gobles. It was a great time of sharing together, remembering, and laughing.
My heart aches at the thought of not driving by your home every night. You are a gift from God that will be treasured forever.
Peace,
Matt
I am a better man, hudband, leader, friend because of Larry. If I have been half the friend to him that he has to me, then we have, together, experienced something that the Bible challenges us to as Christ-followers...a love among brothers.
Though there will be more time together, last night was our special time along with the Gobles. It was a great time of sharing together, remembering, and laughing.
My heart aches at the thought of not driving by your home every night. You are a gift from God that will be treasured forever.
Peace,
Matt
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Anthony & Annetta
I met Anthony while working on a poject Angel Tree. Our two churches (Mt. Olive Missionary Baptist Church and The Wesleyan Church of Hamburg) had been partnering to care for the families of imprisoned adults for a couple years before I arrived on the scene. Once I began to give leadership to local and global outreach, I became the point-person for this project.
Anthony is now a deacon at Mt. Olive. He's a great servant leader who leads the tech department for this growing, urban church. He works almost as many hours at the church (volunteers his time, I should say) as he does at Delphi.
Early in the relationship, we decided to let our wives in on the fun, too. So we started hanging out. Not often. But when we took the time to spend together, it was always refreshing.
They came for Izak's dedication. I attended Anthony's ordination as a deacon. Heidi and I found ourselves at the Mt Olive church picnic this past summer, meeting many of their other friends. It's been a great, growing friendship.
God has given us a special bond as couples. It's hard to put words to, but we know it's something special. They will always be treasured friends.
Last night, we had dinner together and said our good-byes. You will be missed, friends. I don't know when our paths will cross again, but when they do, I am confident it will be as if we never left. You are a gift.
Peace,
Matt
Anthony is now a deacon at Mt. Olive. He's a great servant leader who leads the tech department for this growing, urban church. He works almost as many hours at the church (volunteers his time, I should say) as he does at Delphi.
Early in the relationship, we decided to let our wives in on the fun, too. So we started hanging out. Not often. But when we took the time to spend together, it was always refreshing.
They came for Izak's dedication. I attended Anthony's ordination as a deacon. Heidi and I found ourselves at the Mt Olive church picnic this past summer, meeting many of their other friends. It's been a great, growing friendship.
God has given us a special bond as couples. It's hard to put words to, but we know it's something special. They will always be treasured friends.
Last night, we had dinner together and said our good-byes. You will be missed, friends. I don't know when our paths will cross again, but when they do, I am confident it will be as if we never left. You are a gift.
Peace,
Matt
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Peace of the City
Peace of the City is a ministry for kids and their families on the west side of Buffalo. It's a great group of people who invest themselves through homework club for kids and teens, gospel choir, art camp, junior club, senior club, teen employment, and personal relationships. God has used the people of POTC to help kids feel hopeful again about their own lives. It's hard for me to imagine having no hope, but the kinds of lives these kids are forced to live...
Some of these kids eat maybe one meal a day. Some go home at night to find mom (because dad's long gone) stoned on the floor while her boyfriend looks to her (the child) young body for pleasure. Yeah, it really is that intense. Where's the hope in a life like that? In friends, a gang, in suicide, or in Jesus.
Diann Takens-Cerbone started Homework Club over 13 years ago. She saw a need and met it. She's been Christ to so many of these kids as they have grown from children into young adults...one even works for POTC now!
Mark is Diann's husband. He looks like a big lumberjack and takes a certain amount of pride in walking on the other side of the road. He works for POTC as the Development Director, but his true passion is public speaking on college campuses and networking in the urban neighborhood on the west side.
Both Mark and Diann have become good friends. It's a strange sort of relationship because we come from different worlds (even though Diann grew up only 30 minutes from me in West Michigan). They love Jesus and are called to urban life/ministry. They integrate their faith in ways that makes them feel "marginalized." Their thoughts have challenged mine. Their convictions and faith have both grown through life's challenges.
I met them for the first time almost 6 years ago. They came to meet with me because Christa Lee (John and Sue's daughter) made the connection. They came...Diann somewhat reluctantly. Why did she have to meet with this kid at the huge suburban white church (keep in mind that they are both caucasion, too...just more integrated in the urban context). We talked. I don't even remember much about the conversation except this...we were all committed to creating a partnership out of our relationship. Let's share life together and then let ministry flow out of that.
It's an uncommon vision in ministry partnership. Usually one organization has money, the other one needs it. One asks, the other writes a check...they say thank you, pose for pictures, and go our own ways. We committed to not doing that.
Six years later, the vision is coming to fruition. We haven't done all there is to do, but the stage has been set and the vision cast. We shared life. Out of that partnership came a strong relationship between Peace of the City and WCH. It's strong because each party brings what they have and each needs what the other one has. POTC needs the financial and people resources of WCH. WCH needs to opportunity to care for the poor like Jesus commanded. Don't miss this...WCH needs POTC more than the other way around.
Together, we've cast the vision for other organizations. Now Buffalo City Missions is stepping up, building relationship and seeing what God wants to do together -- it's going to be big, too...just wait until May when the project is announced!!
Mark and Diann have taught classes and seminars for the people here. WCH people have given time to serve the kids in Buffalo.
Last month, as the POTC Christmas part, Cliff was "honored" for his investment in the lives of 6 teen "men." Each of the young men wrote a thank you for Cliff that was presented on a plaque. 3 of them called Cliff, the father they always were looking for. A couple of them said, "I love you." to Cliff. They were hungry. And God saw fit to feed them through the willingness of a man from East Aurora.
Yesterday, during a lunch meeting, I said good-bye to Peace of the City. I have been the Chair of the Board for the past couple years. I've done some good. I've left some holes, no doubt. But it's been a good run. I'll still be advisory board...but it's not the same.
Mark, Diann, Cliff, John, Bruce, Cap...you're strong partners in a great ministry. Thank you for letting me be a part of the story. May I continue what we've started as I move to Northwest.
Peace on the journey,
Matt
Some of these kids eat maybe one meal a day. Some go home at night to find mom (because dad's long gone) stoned on the floor while her boyfriend looks to her (the child) young body for pleasure. Yeah, it really is that intense. Where's the hope in a life like that? In friends, a gang, in suicide, or in Jesus.
Diann Takens-Cerbone started Homework Club over 13 years ago. She saw a need and met it. She's been Christ to so many of these kids as they have grown from children into young adults...one even works for POTC now!
Mark is Diann's husband. He looks like a big lumberjack and takes a certain amount of pride in walking on the other side of the road. He works for POTC as the Development Director, but his true passion is public speaking on college campuses and networking in the urban neighborhood on the west side.
Both Mark and Diann have become good friends. It's a strange sort of relationship because we come from different worlds (even though Diann grew up only 30 minutes from me in West Michigan). They love Jesus and are called to urban life/ministry. They integrate their faith in ways that makes them feel "marginalized." Their thoughts have challenged mine. Their convictions and faith have both grown through life's challenges.
I met them for the first time almost 6 years ago. They came to meet with me because Christa Lee (John and Sue's daughter) made the connection. They came...Diann somewhat reluctantly. Why did she have to meet with this kid at the huge suburban white church (keep in mind that they are both caucasion, too...just more integrated in the urban context). We talked. I don't even remember much about the conversation except this...we were all committed to creating a partnership out of our relationship. Let's share life together and then let ministry flow out of that.
It's an uncommon vision in ministry partnership. Usually one organization has money, the other one needs it. One asks, the other writes a check...they say thank you, pose for pictures, and go our own ways. We committed to not doing that.
Six years later, the vision is coming to fruition. We haven't done all there is to do, but the stage has been set and the vision cast. We shared life. Out of that partnership came a strong relationship between Peace of the City and WCH. It's strong because each party brings what they have and each needs what the other one has. POTC needs the financial and people resources of WCH. WCH needs to opportunity to care for the poor like Jesus commanded. Don't miss this...WCH needs POTC more than the other way around.
Together, we've cast the vision for other organizations. Now Buffalo City Missions is stepping up, building relationship and seeing what God wants to do together -- it's going to be big, too...just wait until May when the project is announced!!
Mark and Diann have taught classes and seminars for the people here. WCH people have given time to serve the kids in Buffalo.
Last month, as the POTC Christmas part, Cliff was "honored" for his investment in the lives of 6 teen "men." Each of the young men wrote a thank you for Cliff that was presented on a plaque. 3 of them called Cliff, the father they always were looking for. A couple of them said, "I love you." to Cliff. They were hungry. And God saw fit to feed them through the willingness of a man from East Aurora.
Yesterday, during a lunch meeting, I said good-bye to Peace of the City. I have been the Chair of the Board for the past couple years. I've done some good. I've left some holes, no doubt. But it's been a good run. I'll still be advisory board...but it's not the same.
Mark, Diann, Cliff, John, Bruce, Cap...you're strong partners in a great ministry. Thank you for letting me be a part of the story. May I continue what we've started as I move to Northwest.
Peace on the journey,
Matt
Friday, January 07, 2005
John & Sue Lee
I met John and Sue in the foyer of the church about 5+ years ago. They had resently relocated to Buffalo from CT for John's work (he recently retired as a mucky-muck at Praxair). Their daughter, Christa, had just graduated from college and was beginning and internship at a homework club for kids on the west side of Buffalo. The connection was made in the hopes that WCH and homework club could somehow join forces (more on that connection in the next blog).
John's strength and leadership is understated when you first meet him...I think that's the definition of meekness. You'd never realize that he bought, ran, and sold companies for a living. Sue is quiet, but you know that her wheels are turning and that her thoughts will be profound when she trusts you enough to share them.
For the past 5 yeas, John has been a friend, partner in ministry, and mentor for me. I've learned much from him. One of those lessons has been patience and grace when developing people. I've seem him live that out in the credibility he's gained in the lives of people in the city. He's a driver and achiever...but filled with grace and patience.
He's helped me see myself more clearly...my strengths and weaknesses. He's encouraged me in my growth. He's one of the few people who heard my news about Northwest (though he was on the inside of that decision a bit), his response was, "I'm going to miss you, but it's time for you to do it. You'll never know if you're the leader we both think you are until you do this. Go for it."
Last night, John and Sue came over for a final dinner. We'll cross paths before we leave, but this night was about the four of us. It was a special time and will always be a treasure for me.
John will be one of a handful of men that I pursue throughout my life. As long as he picks up the phone, there will be something for me to learn.
Since my dad died about 24 years ago, I've spent much of my young adult life searching for another, older man to give me the blessing that only a father can give. 4-5 years ago, I gave up that search...it led me down the false path of pleasing men, not God. I found freedom.
Even so, there are still men that God has brought across my path that will always carry a special weight in their words. John is one of those men. Thank you, John, for all the ways you've invested yourself in me. I'm not stepping out to make you proud or to win your praise...but I hope that you see fruit from your investment and find satisfaction in knowing the impact you've made in the life of a young leader.
Peace,
Matt
John's strength and leadership is understated when you first meet him...I think that's the definition of meekness. You'd never realize that he bought, ran, and sold companies for a living. Sue is quiet, but you know that her wheels are turning and that her thoughts will be profound when she trusts you enough to share them.
For the past 5 yeas, John has been a friend, partner in ministry, and mentor for me. I've learned much from him. One of those lessons has been patience and grace when developing people. I've seem him live that out in the credibility he's gained in the lives of people in the city. He's a driver and achiever...but filled with grace and patience.
He's helped me see myself more clearly...my strengths and weaknesses. He's encouraged me in my growth. He's one of the few people who heard my news about Northwest (though he was on the inside of that decision a bit), his response was, "I'm going to miss you, but it's time for you to do it. You'll never know if you're the leader we both think you are until you do this. Go for it."
Last night, John and Sue came over for a final dinner. We'll cross paths before we leave, but this night was about the four of us. It was a special time and will always be a treasure for me.
John will be one of a handful of men that I pursue throughout my life. As long as he picks up the phone, there will be something for me to learn.
Since my dad died about 24 years ago, I've spent much of my young adult life searching for another, older man to give me the blessing that only a father can give. 4-5 years ago, I gave up that search...it led me down the false path of pleasing men, not God. I found freedom.
Even so, there are still men that God has brought across my path that will always carry a special weight in their words. John is one of those men. Thank you, John, for all the ways you've invested yourself in me. I'm not stepping out to make you proud or to win your praise...but I hope that you see fruit from your investment and find satisfaction in knowing the impact you've made in the life of a young leader.
Peace,
Matt
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
home with the flu
It started last night. Heidi worked her final day at Roswell Park Cancer Institute and I wanted to celebrate together. I got the baby sitter to show up, helped get the kids ready for bed, and then we went to Olive Garden (we love OG and got a gift card from some new friends in IL - thanks D & W). As the even went on, I got more and more tired...I thought it was just from life catching up.
We ran some errands...all the while I was heading down...down...down.
Got home, went to bed...felt like crap all night.
It's been awhile since I've had to stay home because of being sick. I've decided that I don't like it. But if I hadn't done so, I would have missed this...
Izak woke up asking for, you guessed it, daddy. Mommy let him into my room, hoping he'd say his piece and then head out to the family room for some tv. Nope. My son hopped into bed and curled up next to me and laid there for a minute. Then he hopped up (I figured he'd be on with his day) to go get blankie, his best friend. So what does he do? He bring blankie and tosses him up to me...he shared blankie! What a kid!
He stayed with me about 10 minutes, rolling around the bed (you didn't expect a 2 year old to lie still did you?). And then off to catch the morning news on pbs - you know, the news about Clifford the Big Red Dog and Arthur, the Ardvark.
The day is winding down. I hope to be back at it tomorrow. Until then, here's to the flu!
M@
We ran some errands...all the while I was heading down...down...down.
Got home, went to bed...felt like crap all night.
It's been awhile since I've had to stay home because of being sick. I've decided that I don't like it. But if I hadn't done so, I would have missed this...
Izak woke up asking for, you guessed it, daddy. Mommy let him into my room, hoping he'd say his piece and then head out to the family room for some tv. Nope. My son hopped into bed and curled up next to me and laid there for a minute. Then he hopped up (I figured he'd be on with his day) to go get blankie, his best friend. So what does he do? He bring blankie and tosses him up to me...he shared blankie! What a kid!
He stayed with me about 10 minutes, rolling around the bed (you didn't expect a 2 year old to lie still did you?). And then off to catch the morning news on pbs - you know, the news about Clifford the Big Red Dog and Arthur, the Ardvark.
The day is winding down. I hope to be back at it tomorrow. Until then, here's to the flu!
M@
Sunday, January 02, 2005
It's done...
I'm referring to my final preaching weekend in Hamburg, NY...and to the Bills 2004 season.
The message went well. Saturday had some bumps, but we worked through them and the worship time and message both went well on Sunday. I'm not sure what it's going to feel like when I only have one message each weekend...poor Heidi will have to listen to it a few extra times until I settle in!
I suspect that my mind will turn a bit more fully to IL these days. This message was a significant marker for me. I had to stay focused here or fall on my face...not good. I'll be overseeing the baptism service on the 12th, but that will take a little less prep than this weekend did.
Our good friend, Aunt Laura is coming over for pizza and to hang out. She came into our lives after returning from Africa (where she lived for 6 months serving at an orphanage in Barundi). She worked as my ministry assistant for a couple years and then shifted to help give leadership to Catalyst, the community of young adults here in Hamburg. In that time, she's also become a great friend to me and my family.
Pizza's here...gotta run.
Peace,
Matt
The message went well. Saturday had some bumps, but we worked through them and the worship time and message both went well on Sunday. I'm not sure what it's going to feel like when I only have one message each weekend...poor Heidi will have to listen to it a few extra times until I settle in!
I suspect that my mind will turn a bit more fully to IL these days. This message was a significant marker for me. I had to stay focused here or fall on my face...not good. I'll be overseeing the baptism service on the 12th, but that will take a little less prep than this weekend did.
Our good friend, Aunt Laura is coming over for pizza and to hang out. She came into our lives after returning from Africa (where she lived for 6 months serving at an orphanage in Barundi). She worked as my ministry assistant for a couple years and then shifted to help give leadership to Catalyst, the community of young adults here in Hamburg. In that time, she's also become a great friend to me and my family.
Pizza's here...gotta run.
Peace,
Matt
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Happy New Year!!
Heidi and I had a great time bringing in the new year with dear friends, Rick and Carrie. It's been hundreds of years since we've been able to play cards, laugh, and eat without our time and attention being dictated to by our kids -- we left them in the van with the windows cracked. Don't get mad, we let them listen to music...HA! They brought in the new year zonked out in bed.
The bond we share with Rick and Carrie is so special, that it only seemed right to be with them as the clock ticked midnight. The ache I feel when I think about not living near them goes beyond words...
After sleeping a whopping 6 hours, we went to the kid races...yes, little Izak is like a racecar driver, zipping around the house like a madman! I love it...even if I do get tired just watching him.
After a little work at the office, we went to "Grandpa and Grandma Myer's" house for brunch. They are some great friends who have adopted the kids as their own grandchildren...they will also be missed huge. Izak was unimpressed with Willy, the miniature horse (not a pony) who ran around the paddock like he was nuts! It was fun to watch.
Then home for naps...everyone but daddy. I'm at the office getting ready for this weekend. I'm preaching my final weekend message at Hamburg tonight and tomorrow morning. It actually doesn't "feel" any different than other message I've done here. Maybe it will all sink in after the final service ends at about noon.
Around 430, the Michigan is in the Rose Bowl. God Texas!!! I had to for the benefit of my wife...love you, babe!
Well, it's here. Feels a little like 2004 did, but in about 3 weeks, that will all change.
Peace,
Matt
The bond we share with Rick and Carrie is so special, that it only seemed right to be with them as the clock ticked midnight. The ache I feel when I think about not living near them goes beyond words...
After sleeping a whopping 6 hours, we went to the kid races...yes, little Izak is like a racecar driver, zipping around the house like a madman! I love it...even if I do get tired just watching him.
After a little work at the office, we went to "Grandpa and Grandma Myer's" house for brunch. They are some great friends who have adopted the kids as their own grandchildren...they will also be missed huge. Izak was unimpressed with Willy, the miniature horse (not a pony) who ran around the paddock like he was nuts! It was fun to watch.
Then home for naps...everyone but daddy. I'm at the office getting ready for this weekend. I'm preaching my final weekend message at Hamburg tonight and tomorrow morning. It actually doesn't "feel" any different than other message I've done here. Maybe it will all sink in after the final service ends at about noon.
Around 430, the Michigan is in the Rose Bowl. God Texas!!! I had to for the benefit of my wife...love you, babe!
Well, it's here. Feels a little like 2004 did, but in about 3 weeks, that will all change.
Peace,
Matt
Happy New Year!!
Heidi and I had a great time bringing in the new year with dear friends, Rick and Carrie. It's been hundreds of years since we've been able to play cards, laugh, and eat without our time and attention being dictated to by our kids -- we left them in the van with the windows cracked. Don't get mad, we let them listen to music...HA! They brought in the new year zonked out in bed.
The bond we share with Rick and Carrie is so special, that it only seemed right to be with them as the clock ticked midnight. The ache I feel when I think about not living near them goes beyond words...
After sleeping a whopping 6 hours, we went to the kid races...yes, little Izak is like a racecar driver, zipping around the house like a madman! I love it...even if I do get tired just watching him.
After a little work at the office, we went to "Grandpa and Grandma Myer's" house for brunch. They are some great friends who have adopted the kids as their own grandchildren...they will also be missed huge. Izak was unimpressed with Willy, the miniature horse (not a pony) who ran around the paddock like he was nuts! It was fun to watch.
Then home for naps...everyone but daddy. I'm at the office getting ready for this weekend. I'm preaching my final weekend message at Hamburg tonight and tomorrow morning. It actually doesn't "feel" any different than other message I've done here. Maybe it will all sink in after the final service ends at about noon.
Around 430, the Michigan is in the Rose Bowl. God Texas!!! I had to for the benefit of my wife...love you, babe!
Well, it's here. Feels a little like 2004 did, but in about 3 weeks, that will all change.
Peace,
Matt
The bond we share with Rick and Carrie is so special, that it only seemed right to be with them as the clock ticked midnight. The ache I feel when I think about not living near them goes beyond words...
After sleeping a whopping 6 hours, we went to the kid races...yes, little Izak is like a racecar driver, zipping around the house like a madman! I love it...even if I do get tired just watching him.
After a little work at the office, we went to "Grandpa and Grandma Myer's" house for brunch. They are some great friends who have adopted the kids as their own grandchildren...they will also be missed huge. Izak was unimpressed with Willy, the miniature horse (not a pony) who ran around the paddock like he was nuts! It was fun to watch.
Then home for naps...everyone but daddy. I'm at the office getting ready for this weekend. I'm preaching my final weekend message at Hamburg tonight and tomorrow morning. It actually doesn't "feel" any different than other message I've done here. Maybe it will all sink in after the final service ends at about noon.
Around 430, the Michigan is in the Rose Bowl. God Texas!!! I had to for the benefit of my wife...love you, babe!
Well, it's here. Feels a little like 2004 did, but in about 3 weeks, that will all change.
Peace,
Matt
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