Diversity

We are so blessed to live in a diverse community.  I am constantly learning about different cultural norms and values from my interactions with people here.  I love this about Compton- there is so much culture and history in this city.  But one of the struggles of diversity is the language barrier.  When we first moved in we realized that all of the families in our complex are Spanish speakers except for one- and in that one English speaking family both the parents are deaf.  Needless to say, Chris and I have been challenged to stretch our communication comfort levels to new territories.  Sometimes this looks like communicating with our hands as best we can to a deaf mom, sometimes it looks like utilizing my not-so-great Spanish skills to attempt to show my neighbor that I truly am interested in their life- even if I sound ridiculous.  And what I have learned is that no matter how much I botch a sentence or say the wrong word, my neighbors are thrilled when I try (and they usually say I'm not as bad as I think) and they show me grace as I stumble through.  We become equals as we both try to understand and communicate with one another.  I've learned that sometimes showing love looks like looking stupid, but it's all for a greater cause: the reconciliation of people across lines of race, socio-economic status, and language.

Joy

One of my favorite things about living in our apartment complex are all the kids we have around!! When we first moved in to this complex, we knew that God wanted us to love on the kids that would become our neighbors. Initially we would get shy glances, maybe a stare, and if we were lucky a hello.  Over time the kids started to warm up a bit. We would help them get a toy stuck out of the tree (Chris's height has helped us in this), bake some cookies together, or play a game.  


A few months ago we started a missional community gathering in our complex, led by our upstairs neighbors.  This is basically a family gathering where we come together to eat and learn about what it means to be a disciple.  Everyone is invited to this.  Well, once the kids found out, there was no stopping them.


Every Wednesday the apartment is full of almost all the kids from our complex.  At first they weren't sure what we were doing when we held hands and prayed.  They watched us greet each other with hugs, and they watched us be family together.  Now whenever we come home we are greeted by hugs, the kids are praying with us, and they even feel like we are family.  They share their struggles with us, and we get to love them and demonstrate what it looks like to love God and love others.  Even their families have started to come around to see what our times together are all about. These kids are an amazing joy, and I am so excited to see what God has in store for them! 

Rest!!

Such a beloved word I get excited just thinking about it...


Chris and I had the wonderful opportunity to get away and rest this weekend in Palm Springs. We Priceline'd our hotel (a great resource for those on a budget, Dave Ramsey anyone?), had to fight for a king size bed, refused to accept extra resort fees, and survived the heat. But more importantly-- we were refreshed.


We have been in Compton for a year and a half now, and there are certain things we have adjusted to like: noise almost constantly-- car alarms, parents and kids yelling, cars driving by, dogs barking, did I say car alarms?-- prostitution occurring on our door step, and plenty of police activity to name a few.  But it wasn't until we got away from those things that we realized how they impact us on a daily basis.  There were far fewer cars on our vacation, one police car we noticed, and we even visited the mountains where we looked out over nature in absolute silence.  What a gift.  My soul was invigorated as I witnessed God's beauty and his hand in nature.


Coming home I began to realize how things like traffic and noise wear me down every day. My thoughts went to my neighbors and friends that I have grown close to in our time here in the city.  Many of them do not have the ability to take a vacation.  Many are working hard just to survive and do not have the resources to get away.  They, too, are a gift.  My soul is invigorated as I witness their dedication, their courage, and their strength on a daily basis.


It's good to get away for times of refreshment.  It's even better to recognize the refreshment God brings to me every day at home.

Truth

I have definitely been going through a good bout of burnout.  I am tired.  Living here is hard.  There are times when I just want to go for a walk and not feel like an outsider.  I want to be able to lay on grass and not be thinking about who's around me.  I want to have moments of quietness.  I want to see nature instead of concrete.  


I have been wrestling with God lately about what it means to cast my cares upon him, to carry his burden that is easy and light.  I don't do this well.  The burden seems heavy and harder than I can take.  I get angry, mad, frustrated. And then I realize, it's because I'm trying to hold it all myself.  I like to fix things.  I like to think I can handle whatever comes my way, that I can take it, that I can control it. 


But then the truth comes knocking quietly at my heart.  He never rushes in, never yells or shouts.  He just waits until I am ready to hear him.  Through the voice of a friend who says "You are strong." Or through a verse that says, "Cast your cares on him" and "Do not grow weary of doing good." Or the Spirit who says, "Give it to me. I am with you."  He always waits until I am ready to hear.  My prayer is that I will be more quick to listen.  

Work Day Time!!!

It's time for a Compton Initiative Workday!!! If you guys are interested in being a part of the movement in Compton, consider volunteering 5 hours of your Saturday morning to get dirty, have fun, and bless a community in the process.  The next workday is July 30th starting at 7am at Compton High School.  You can sign up to volunteer here.  Bring friends, family, or just yourself.  If you come let us know! We would love to see you and show you around the city! 

Sometimes

This is graffiti I wouldn't mind seeing more of...

Sometimes things seem dark when you realize the brokenness that abounds.  But then Jesus sends little reminders like this that He is present. Working and bringing peace.  And sometimes we even get to see it.

Why Compton?

After beginning this blog I have been asked by a few different people, "Why are you living there?" I am always slightly hesitant and uneasy about giving an answer, because it is somewhat convoluted in my head. There are so many reasons why I have chosen to live in Compton, but I shall do my best to summarize a few of them here.


Firstly, I have chosen to live my life following the way of Jesus Christ. This means that every aspect of my life I am regularly surrendering to Him (or at least striving to, I will always be a work in progress). This includes where we live, where we work, what we buy, what we say. My husband and I had known for a while that we wanted to live in a diverse place. We did not want to follow the upward bound path of settling in a nice upper class White neighborhood. We believe that WE are in desperate need of diversity. Both racially and socio-economically. We need to be around people that think differently than us, look differently than us, and have different life experiences than us. We as a community are made whole when we embrace our differences and challenge ourselves to grow. We had this desire as we were getting close to being married, but did not know where this would lead.


We were attending a church at the time that was focused on supporting and building up the city of Compton. We were approached by a friend, our now pastor, to consider moving in to the city. We ended up meeting regularly with a group of people who were praying about moving in. Needless to say, we were beyond excited with the vision, the mission, and this community. We knew that God was up to something. We were scared. I was terrified. But we were also falling in love with the city of Compton and what God was starting for us there.


We spent time driving through the city, going on walks up and down streets looking for apartments and getting a feel for the community.  We were often stared at and felt very uncomfortable.  For the first six months after we were married we lived in the city of Paramount.  After our new church got started, City Church of Compton, we decided it was time to move in. We were ready. Our doubts were gone, but we were still apprehensive. Yet God opened up a perfect apartment for us to move into, one block away from where our church was and our pastor lived.


So we moved in February of 2010.  Our first night at our apartment, we received a phone call from our pastor around 10:00 pm.  I told Chris, "Answer it, what if something's wrong?" We were already on edge living in a new place in a foreign community.  Our pastor was simply calling to give us a prayer and blessing for our first night in our new home. We both sighed with relief. I didn't sleep much that first night. But as time has gone by, this apartment complex has become our home. We feel safe. We feel connected to our neighbors. And we feel we are in the hands of God. We know that this is where He wants us, and we wouldn't choose anything else.