Chronicle of DOOR Hollywood writings from 2008-2015, with testimonies from Directors, Dwellers, local Discern interns, Discover friends, leaders and stories of how God is working in the city of Angels. For more information, visit: www.doornetwork.org
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Not Good to be Alone
Thursday, July 15, 2010
The Ministry of Zorch
Boundless energy. That is how I heard one of the group leaders describe the combined forces of Palo Alto Presbyterian and Green Mountain Presbyterian Churchs' youth groups, serving and learning together in Hollywood this week. Indeed. And every morning at breakfast, I heard full stories, at lightning speed, about how the week was going. Between bites of Lucky Charms.
So it was that I learned of the game Zorch! It is a favorite of the Palo Altians, and they have taught it to the Green Mountainites. Basically, it involves a very dark room, one person who has a flashlight and must remain stationary at one end, all others stand at the opposite end of the room and must carefully advance forward towards an item. If the person with the flashlight shines the light on you, yells "Zorch!" and your correct name, you must go back to square one. The person who reaches the item first without being Zorched gets to become the new Zorcher.
As I listened to the kids argue about how to best explain the rules and moments from one of their games, I smiled. What intrigued me most was that even though the goal is to not get caught moving forward, recalling moments of being Zorched sounded like it was just as much fun as being the winner. The item they were going after was a Bible (how perfect is that?) Having flashlight's beam shine upon them and hearing the Zorcher call out their name accurately seemed to feel good, too.
So, I started to imagine God as the perfect Zorcher. Isn't that kind of what we're all doing down here, stumbling forward in the dark to find truth, and isn't it exhilarating when we feel God find us? Isn't it like a beam of light cutting through the fear of night? And, in Zorch, when others are found, I imagine that the light also illuminates pieces of the room, making it easier for everyone else to make their way to the Bible. Kind of like when we share our testimonies, when we expose stories about how great God has been to us, doesn't that shed some light of hope for others who overhear it?
Of course, God doesn't guess, God knows our names before even reaching out to us. But being recognized for who we truly are is, I believe, one of our deepest desires. Children of a loving and merciful God. And these energetic and fun-loving kids reminded me of that.
May you feel God's finding of you today, wherever you are as you read this, wherever you go to from here. Be found, and spread the light.
Matthew
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Stepping Back to Allow
Friday, July 2, 2010
"I Want to be the Start of a Chain Reaction"
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Great Composter in the Sky
If you’ve ever seen the movie Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, you’re well aware that Murphy’s Law (or that everything that could go wrong, would go wrong) can be very funny to watch from the comfort of your theater seat or couch. We laugh when luggage spills open during a futile chase after a taxi because we’ve all been there at some point, and, we’re relieved it’s not our predicament at the moment!
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Well, this week was our “planes, trains, and automobiles" week, in that, quite literally, we had moments where each mode of transportation held us back. One of our Discover groups, from the Grand Rapids area of Michigan, became drastically delayed as tornadoes ripped through the center of the country, causing their flight to be re-routed through Houston. Upon finally arriving to LAX, they would find themselves delayed even further by a slower-than-molasses rental car desk clerk and car accidents on the 405. Holding to a tight schedule, I attempted to bounce around town on Tuesday, from food banks to skid row missions, and found myself completely boxed into south central LA between two trains that had literally stopped on the tracks for about 40 minutes. And that was only the beginning: pots and rags were misplaced, tires would go completely flat, a cell phone went missing, a toilet exploded, I forgot how to count, and on and on and on….
However, Pastor Cal, leading a group from northwestern Illinois, made a witty observation that lingered and encouraged me all week. As Alex, Kenna, Lou-Trice and I worked alongside his team in the Dweller’s community garden, we discussed the design of the path and how it was meant to represent a chapel door. That is, with the exception of one small off-shoot that leads to the compost pile (within what once was a baby crib!). Cal pointed out that the little path reaches up “to the great composter in the sky.”
Hmmm, I thought. Yes. God’s promise is a bit like composting. We can wholeheartedly step into the kingdom as broken, rotten, run-down, hurting, spent, used-up, and exhausted as we are and still experience transformation. We can be changed into something fertile, nourishing, healthy, rich, beautiful. It truly is beautiful: that deep, black, soil on your knees, in your fingernails, brushed on your sweaty cheeks. And, of course, what can spring forth from that dark richness is nothing short of miraculous. From small seeds to lime trees, strawberry patches, morning glory vines. Incredible.
So it may have been an exhausting week with smatterings of drawbacks and disappointments. But as I watched the two groups climb up the mountain to Griffith Observatory, carrying and caring for one another in more ways than one, I reveled in how God took this imperfect week, distilled it down to its most important elements, and ultimately allowed it to blossom.
Blessings to these Midwesterners, to Christi, Blain, Mark, Cal and the young people they guided: they gardened, packaged tons of food, sorted clothing distribution spaces, and served many, many folks living on the streets. All with a smile, all with joy, all with cheer.
I am grateful for this week.
Amen,
Matthew










