From the Sanctuary to the Streets

How the Dreams of One City's Homeless Sparked a Faith Revolution that Transformed a Community

Wendy R. McCaig

• Publisher: Cascade Books
• Year: 2010
• Print ISBN:
  9781608990894
  9781498212335
• eBook ISBN:
  9781621892410
• Topic: Theology & Religion
• Subtopic: Christian Church

What does it mean to be church? Is it spending an hour on Sunday with people who look, think, and act much as we do? Or is it something more incarnational that seeks out those who are different, the ones living on the margins? For centuries Christians have presumed that we are to take the gospel to the poor. Instead, Wendy McCaig invites us to receive the gospel from the poor. Through a series of encounters with incarcerated, homeless, and impoverished individuals, Wendy McCaig experienced the mysterious power of Christian hospitality that turns strangers into family. Her gift for storytelling brings this mysterious transformation to life. Inspired by the dreams of a homeless mother who wanted to help her neighbors, McCaig started a ministry that empowers formerly homeless individuals to live out their dreams. Together these dreamers are transforming their city one person, one community, and one church at a time. Her true stories of the least, the lost, and the forgotten in her community will show you the Good News becoming reality in the midst of injustice in ways that will inspire you and deepen your faith. These twenty stories-within-a-story about what ordinary people can do when they come together across racial, economic, and geographic divides to fight poverty will expand your vision of what it means to be the church. With your eyes opened to the needs and gifts of your neighbors, you too can begin to dream God-sized dreams for a hurting world. And as you pray "thy kingdom come on earth," you will be inspired to live in such a way as to make it happen in your own community.

1 Learning to Dream Again

The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.

—Frederick Buechner

As a child, I was a dreamer, one of those kids who could lie in the grass for hours staring at the clouds, finding elephants, trains, and castles there. But something happened to me when I got my first paycheck. I stopped dreaming and got sucked into some invisible machine. Like a hamster on a wheel, I raced faster and faster trying to reach an unknown destination that promised to be always just a few more steps ahead. So I kept sprinting—until one cold November day in 1997 when a sudden blow knocked me off that treadmill: a loss so disturbing that I cannot bring myself to share it with you just yet. The day it happened, I think my heart stopped, and I felt as though I had died. As I lay on the ground, unable to move, I stared up at the heavens and began to wonder, “What is the meaning of all this? Is this all there is to life?”

That inquisitive girl of my youth slowly returned and began to dream once more. Initially my dreams found life in the local church. In the teaching of Jesus, I found encouragement to look at the world not as it is, but as it was intended to be. Jesus’s teachings on the kingdom of God led me to dream of what it would look like when God’s kingdom comes on earth. For a long time I kept my dreams to myself. I thought I was the only one questioning the status quo. I assumed the blow to my heart had sensitized me to the deeper questions of life.

What I discovered is that most people are secretly dreaming of a world different than the one that continually attempts to seduce us into complacency. I discovered many who through heartbreak and pain have found a reason to truly live. In the stories that follow, I hope you will hear echoes of your own dreams and find the courage to seek out the intersection of your dreams and the world’s needs. There is more to life than running faster and faster on the hamster wheel. It took death to awaken me to life. I hope that through my journey and the wisdom of guides I have met along the way, you too will find your way to the intersection where the needs of a hurting world meet the dreams and callings of God’s people.

My journey toward this intersection took an interesting turn in late 2001, when the demise of Enron turned my life upside down. My husband had been working for the multinational energy company for five years. We had just completed the construction of our dream home and had wiped out our savings account in the process. Since more than half of our retirement funds were in the form of Enron stock, we were left with almost no financial resources. The aftermath of Enron caused the collapse and downsizing of numerous energy-related businesses in the Houston area, and despite five months of aggressive searching my husband was unable to find employment. I was working as a part-time staff member at a local church, making almost nothing. In order to survive, we uprooted our family and moved to Richmond, Virginia.

The decision to leave Houston was the most difficult decision my husband and I had made in our fourteen years of marriage. We are both native Texans and left our family behind. Moving to Virginia altered our lives dramatically and sent us in a direction we likely never would have taken in Houston.

In those months after the fall of Enron, my husband and I experienced firsthand the humiliation of not being able to provide for our family. Members of our extended family helped us pay our mortgage, and church friends gave gifts to our children at Christmas. While the generosity of others overwhelmed us, and we were immensely grateful, the whole experience taught us a great deal about humility. It is far easier to give than it is to receive. Something dies inside a person when they are forced to ask others for help.

My husband and I were among the lucky ones who escaped the crash of Enron with only a minor setback. We were young and able to start over. We had the support of a loving family and a strong network of friends. Others were not so lucky. We often think of homelessness as something only the poorest of the poor experience, but the reality is that millions of Americans are only one job loss, one illness, or one accident away from losing their homes.

When I arrived in Richmond, I did not come seeking to understand homelessness. All I wanted to do was to put those difficult days in Houston behind me and start over. I wanted to go back to the life my husband and I had had before the Enron disaster. I wanted to live a simple suburban life and raise my children, and forget about the losses we had incurred.

In Houston I had been on staff at a church we loved. We started our journey in Richmond by looking for a similarly dynamic and exciting church. Instead we found the rather somber church environment of the east coast. No matter where we went, we walked away feeling as if we did not belong. After more than a year of frustrating church encounters, I was asking myself, “What is church? What is it that I am searching for?”

I began reading everything I could find about the church and what was going on in faith communities across the country. We had left a purpose-driven, seeker-friendly church in Houston: the kind of church that sought to attract the unchurched through relevant teaching, a casual environment, and contemporary music. The church had grown rapidly and had a worship attendance of more than eight thousand at the time we left. Unfortunately while the seeker model was being replicated in a number of churches in Richmond, they all felt hollow and without substance. Looking back, I do not think it was the churches; I think somehow we had been changed by the Enron experience. The old ways of living our faith no longer held as much meaning as they had before. I can’t really explain it except to say we felt like misfits. Though we had a physical home, we were spiritually homeless.

In my journey to discover what was missing from our church experience, I ran across a paper titled “Ten Paradigm Shifts toward Community Transformation,” written by Eric Swanson of Leadership Network, which opened with these words: “All over the nation there is a quiet movement of the Spirit of God that is causing believers to reexamine how they ‘do church.’ Churches across the nation are throwing out old measures of success. It is no longer merely about size, seeker sensitivity, spiritual gifts, church health, nor the number of small groups. It’s about making a significant and sustainable difference in the lives of people around us—in our communities and in our cities.”1

That was it! I wanted to connect with a group of Christians who were making a difference in the community; a group that was not pouring all its energy into attracting and entertaining seekers, but one that was seeking to be a blessing to the community.

Swanson goes on to provide a roadmap to finding that place: “Community transformation begins at the intersection of the needs and dream of a community, the calling and capacities of the church and the mandates and desires of God for a community.”2

These words opened up a new path to me. Rather than journey from one church to another expecting to find the right fit, I decided instead to find the intersection of the needs and dreams of my community, the calling and capacities of God’s people, and the desires of God. I knew that at this intersection I would find a movement of the Holy Spirit and a community of faith with whom I longed to connect.

As I made my journey, God used the stories of some amazing men and women to guide me along the way. Some shaped my journey in passing and profound ways while others have become lifelong friends. The story I share with you is true, or as true as my memory allows. I have changed the names and in some cases minor details to protect the identity of some of my friends who may not want to be identified. Throughout the writing of this book, I was allowed the privilege of conducting in-depth interviews with some of these wise counselors, who helped me better understand the more challenging issues I faced. These interviews appear as they were presented to me, and I have made no effort to validate the information that was shared. In most cases, contributors’ names are authentic. However, in rare instances the names of these contributors have been changed to protect their privacy. I am indebted to these men and women for their willingness to share their stories with us, and for the invaluable wisdom they impart.

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My dream: To find the intersection of the needs and dreams of my community, the calling and capacities of people of faith, and the mandates and desires of God for the community.

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1. Swanson, “Ten Paradigm Shifts.”

2. Ibid.

2 Dreaming of a Different Kind of Family

Jesus had a new definition of family, rooted in the idea that we are adopted as orphans into the family of God and that this rebirth creates a new kinship that runs deeper than biology or geography or nationality.

—Shane Claiborne

Three miserable months after we moved to Richmond, a neighbor made the inadvertent mistake of asking me how I liked Richmond. “I hate it!” I blurted out. I suspect my honesty caught her off guard. Being the hospitable person she is, Karen asked me why. I proceeded to tell her how it had been difficult for me to make friends. She asked me what I had enjoyed doing back in Houston.

“I was a small group coordinator for my church. I coordinated small groups where Christians could get together to pray and study the Bible,” I said.

“Why not start one here in Richmond?” she asked.

“That’d be one really lonely small group. I don’t know anyone,” I said.

Karen confessed that her Catholic upbringing had not emphasized the study of Scripture, but she said she’d love an opportunity to be part of such a group—and then offered to help me start one! The group, which we nicknamed the Yada Yadas, consisted of five Catholic ladies (friends of Karen’s), one Presbyterian (one of my neighbors), and me (the confused nondenominational, Methodist-Baptist-Lutheran mutt).

The Yada Yadas had been meeting for about a year when I discovered the aforementioned paper by Swanson about community transformation and began my search for that intersection of the needs, dreams, and callings of our community. I decided to try an experiment. I gave the ladies large sheets of paper and colored markers and told them to draw pictures that would illustrate how they would complete the sentence, “If I could do anything for God and knew I would not fail, I would . . .” Some of my friends looked at me with blank stares as if to say, “Are you serious? You want us to draw?”

For about twenty minutes, these seven suburban soccer moms contemplated their God-given dreams. No one wanted to be first to reveal her fragile dreams, but I didn’t let these ladies off the hook.

Aileen finally volunteered. Her drawing depicted suburban women embracing single mothers in the inner city. Aileen was the born dreamer of the group and had learned at a tender age to treasure life. Her picture came as no surprise to any of us. In the first few months of our group’s existence, Aileen had shared that she had always dreamt of being a foster parent. For months the group encouraged her to share her dreams with her husband, but she had not been able to, afraid he’d reject the idea. So she wrote him an e-mail. Rick and Aileen’s third child was conceived over the information superhighway. For months the Yada Yadas prayed that Aileen and Rick would get a foster child. Unfortunately their first experience in foster parenting was brief and painful: Aileen bonded with a beautiful premature baby boy who had been abandoned in the hospital, only for him t...

Table of contents

• Title: From the Sanctuary to the Streets
• Acknowledgments
• 1 Learning to Dream Again
• 2 Dreaming of a Different Kind of Family
• 3 The Yada Yadas’ Dream
• 4 Dreams of a Stranger
• 5 Dreaming of Work
• 6 Dreams of Giving Back
• 7 A Community Dreams
• 8 I Have a Dream of Reconciliation
• 9 Dreams Lost
• 10 Crazy Dreamers
• 11 Sacrificial Dreams
• 12 Dream Stealers
• 13 Dreams of Justice
• 14 Entitled to Dream
• 15 Dreams of Hope
• 16 When Dreams Collide
• 17 Little Dreamers with Big Visions
• 18 Dreams for the Church
• 19 The Wounded Dreamer
• 20 Lessons from a Dreamer
• Bibliography