



“Missions… is less about the transportation of God from one place to another, and more about the identification of a God who is already there. It is almost as if being a really good missionary means having really good eyesight. Or maybe it means teaching people to use their eyes to see things that have always been there, they just didn’t realize it. You see God where others don’t. And you point Him out…
Perhaps we ought to replace the word missionary with tour guide, because we cannot show people something we haven’t seen…Tour guides are people who see depth and texture and connection where others don’t…And when they point it out, it changes the way we see everything.”
-Rob Bell, Velvet Elvis
Throughout this summer, I’ve been praying that God would change my vision. I read this quote from Velvet Elvis towards the end of my first full week at BayUP, and I felt really convicted. Already beginning to see the city of Berkeley with new eyes, I was struck by the truth and beauty in Rob Bell’s words:
What a profound idea.
And after going through these past 6 weeks of BayUP, praying nearly every morning for a new way of seeing, I realize that God has answered my prayers.
Where I once thought that true mission required conversion and true evangelism required religious conversation, I have been reminded that you can often speak God’s truth, justice, and love more clearly with actions than with words.
Where I once thought that missions projects were defined by life-changing experiences and miracles, God has challenged me to see life itself as mission.
I have begun to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
I have experienced the divine in the everyday.
And the funny thing about all this, is that I have not been the tour guide.
I have been the one on the “tour.”
It has been the churches- CWOW and The Way- who have helped me to see the church as more than just a building. Through their faithfulness, I have seen backyards, community parks, and even household driveways transformed into sacred temples of the living God, where a diversity of people can come together and glimpse shalom, if only for a mere moment.
It has been the day laborers around the corner and the homeless man who lives in a bush down the street who have taught me to see poverty and injustice in the midst of a seemingly “normal” Berkeley neighborhood. Through them, I have been reminded that poverty has many different faces.
It has been the graffitied walls and boarded up homes down the block that have taught me to see hope in the midst of destruction. Through their groanings, I have heard the city’s cry for restoration.
These tour guides have led me well.
They have shown me beauty, they have shown me complexity.
They have shown me that there’s always more than meets the eye.
They have changed the way that I see.
And for that, I am eternally grateful.
I was leading worship for our Race/Ethnicity weekend and as I was planning out the final worship set that would follow our racial reconiliation time, I had this grand idea of singing “Hallelujah, Salvation, and Glory”- a song whose 3 part harmonies could be a beautiful metaphor for the unity of diverse voices that symbolize reconciliation. I had plans of encouraging students to identify that their voices are all different, and to sing their part proudly.
But from the moment I started playing the song, things were terribly wrong. My fingers couldn’t seem to hit the right notes on the keyboard at all, and I totally got distracted. Then, as I was singing the song, I realized that my co-leader (who was a student from another school) and I hadn’t talked at all about how we were going to go through the song and were totally singing different parts. As the song went on, it just got worse and worse- people singing different things, people unsure of what they were supposed to sing, people unclear about their own parts, people singing parts that weren’t their own. The perfect harmony I imagined was more like an uncomfortable dissonance.
Yet in the midst of all those mistakes, the awkward laughter, and singing both off-key and disunited, God reminded me that this was in fact a more accurate picture of our journeys. In the same way that perfect choir harmonies don’t come on the first try or without practice, true racial reconciliation comes through many awkward experiences, chaotic moments, confusion and miscommunication, and tons of mistakes. Things don’t always get tied up into neat little packages. Conflicts don’t always get resolved the way we want them to. Conversations are hard and awkward.
Somehow, we get through.
Somehow, God is in those moments.
And we are continually arriving, but never fully arrived.
And that is still an act of worship unto God.
It's funny how God is still speaking even when things go terribly wrong.
-Erina (July 8, 2007)
Hello friends! Our team is alive, healthy, and doing well!
After I sent out our last update, it seemed that many of you were praying for us, and God has definitely answered your prayers! God has been nourishing us, both physically and spiritually, so I’m really grateful for your prayers and support. Everything has been going really smoothly.
Some updates/prayer requests
Our Site: Our team is entering into the second week of volunteering at our sites- Rosa Parks Elementary and Berkeley Youth Alternatives. The kids at Rosa Parks range from about 4-9 years old while at BYA it ranges from 4-14. Our days usually include some reading or educational lessons, a lot of free play outside, sports and fitness, dancing, arts, and other activities. We even got to go swimming last week!
Despite all the “fun” activities, our sites have been one of the most challenging parts of our program. All of my team members are trying to get adjusted to working with such large groups of youth, and it has definitely been a really stretching experience for all of us. The large majority of kids we work with at these sites are African-American youth from Berkeley, Oakland, or Richmond, so it’s been a very cross-cultural experience for us. Kids are constantly fighting with each other, yelling ugly things to each other, and ignoring what we say to them, so it has definitely been interesting for us to try to gain trust and build relationships with the youth. It’s very clear that there’s a lot of pain and brokenness in these kids lives.
In the midst of all the chaos, there have been some really beautiful moments and healing interactions with the kids. I even was able to have a mini “reconciliation” with one of the girls today, and she actually told me that she “forgave me.” Please pray for God to grant us more love and patience with our kids and for us to have the eyes to see the kids as He does.
Relationships in the Community: After moving in last weekend, we’ve been getting to know some of the kids in our neighborhood a little bit better. A highlight of last week was getting to celebrate the 14th birthday of one of the kids in the community named Jabrille. We got to throw Jabrille a birthday party in our backyard, and then got to celebrate the 4th of July by going to the Berkeley Marina with a bunch of our neighbors and community members to see fireworks.
I’ve never been in Berkeley during the 4th of July, and it was really amazing to go to the Marina. There were literally thousands of people there- of all ages, all ethnic backgrounds, all social classes and cultural groups- all celebrating together. At one point during the fireworks show, I looked back and just saw a sea of faces looking up at the sky in awe and amazement, and was given a glimpse of what worship in heaven might look like- with masses of people from so many different backgrounds all standing in awe and wonder of God’s beauty and majesty.
We’re trying to get to know our neighbors more and our team hopes to host a game night for some of the teenagers this Thursday. Please pray that our neighbors would come and that we might be able to deepen trust and friendship with the people in our neighborhood.
Race/Ethnicity Weekend: From Friday-Saturday, all the BAyUP teams got together for a weekend conference on ethnic identity and racial reconciliation. While it was an intense and long weekend for most people, God was stirring up a lot of good (and hard) things in my team and I. The conference evoked a lot of emotions, brought up a lot of memories from our families and from our past, and allowed us to heart the stories of communities different from our own. We even wrote poems about our ethnic identity and where we “come from,” which were really powerful. It was an amazing team-building experience to hear each other’s poems and stories.
Please pray for God to continue working in our hearts as we wrestle with our own ethnic identity and what our role is in the broader journey towards racial reconciliation.
Open House this SUNDAY (July 15th): You are all invited to join us for our open house on Sunday. It will begin at 5pm at our apartment in West Berkeley, located at 2110 9th Street. Our team will begin by sharing stories, testimonies, and art from our BAyUP experience so far, and then there will be an opportunity for us to go out for a celebration dinner afterwards. Please call Erina if you have any questions!
Thanks for reading!