High School Bible Study

We are growing deep and wide in our Tuesday night Bible Study! The depth is coming from both the focused lessons written by Mercy Street staff, and the vibrant faith of our amazing small group leaders.

We spent the month of September on the topic of Friendship. We believe that bad company corrupts good morals, so we wanted to start the year off by challenging our students to FIND good friends and to BE good friends.  The month of October will be devoted to discussion surrounding Faith. We will start by addressing WHY we need a Savior, then spend a couple weeks discussing what a vibrant faith looks like practically. The first three Tuesdays of every month we eat together, play some games, have a short talk that frames our lesson, and then spend about an hour fleshing things out in small group settings. The LAST Tuesday of every month is a PARTY night where we take the kids out for fun and fellowship. Our prayer is that the laid back change of scenery will give the leaders opportunities to establish deeper bonds with our students through Christ-filled conversation and lots of laughter.

We would LOVE for you to get involved in our Bible studies! Mentors, students, parents and friends are all welcome to come hang out with us as we lock arms and walk toward Jesus.

Preview of the next several posts: Small Group Leader bios! We couldn't be more thrilled about the quality of leaders the Lord has led to Mercy Street. You'll have the opportunity to get a glimpse into their lives here on our blog in the weeks to come.

The God Who Provides

I saw an old white man with a long beard and faded collar shirt, screaming in the intersection of Hampton and Singleton the other day.  On the other corner was a young guy in his twenties with a long beard and nasty backpack, screaming and stumbling and obviously strung out on something.  Just the night before I’d watched a car pull up to my neighbor’s house – the man was feigning for meth and they cussed and threatened each other’s lives in the name of the precious drug.  I thought about some friends who abuse prescription drugs so heavily that they’re no longer mentally or emotionally present in our conversations; they’re walking zombies.

The scenes running through my mind only perpetuated my feelings of hopeless about the state of our world.  There’s tragedy on every corner of every neighborhood in the world.  So many people who are abused – physically, sexually, emotionally, verbally.  So many kids are abandoned; whether by dads who bolt at birth or workaholic parents who don’t know the children who sleep in their home.  So many people are suffering from mental illness while others are enslaved to addictions they never intended to start.  All of us our victims and perpetrators, wounded and wounding.

 

I thought about how mentors sign up to meet some of the specific needs of our community in West Dallas, but then mentors have their own burdens that keep distance between them and their students.  Then my shortcomings came to mind and I was discouraged by my inability to do more for our high school girls.  I passed Fiesta, then Pinkston, then the homes in Lakewest, and I felt utterly hopeless for the tragedies of our world to turn around.  Sometimes it feels like the cycle of selfishness is carried by each of us and breathed onto everyone around us, and it can all feel so helpless.  

Our God is the God who provides. That ray of truth burst through my hopeless cloud and brought my cynical thoughts to a halt.  Initially I thought to myself, “Yeah right God.  You’re going to provide new dads for all the abandoned kids in the world?”  And I felt the weight of the truth that our God is the Father who provides for His children.  I tend to reject that idea because I’ve heard it misused so many times – as if God is a big piggy bank who pours out coins on his children when they behave.  But when I choose to reject the TRUTH that our God is a God who provides, I’m choosing to deny the power of Christ’s sacrifice for us.  

I thought about the story of Abraham, where he explicitly refers to God as his provider.  His conversation with his son, Isaac, is such a startling yet refreshing story of faith.  As they were heading up to the altar to offer a sacrifice, Isaac said to his dad: "Behold, the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb for a burnt offering?"  And Abraham replied, "God will provide for himself the lamb for a burnt offering, my son." (Genesis 22)  Ultimately, God did provide the lamb for that offering – and it’s a foreshadowing of the offering He provides for every single human being to ever walk the face of the earth.  The offering is Jesus Christ, who came in human form, to defeat death and extend an invitation for us to rise with Him in the newness of life.

Because Jesus came to dwell among us, He provided a way out of the addictions that hold us in their grips of death.  Because Jesus died on our behalf, He provided a way for those of us who are drowning in despair to find life.  Jesus provided the ability for us to get off ourselves long enough to enter into someone else’s life – to love them right where they are, in the middle of their mess.  Jesus provided a way for us to share in His work of redemption in the lives of individual students in West Dallas even when we feel like we don’t have any time or answers.  God has provided everything we need to follow Him wholeheartedly and serve the world around us.  The answer is to run after Jesus with all our hearts; to live like He lived and value the things He valued. It seems like an impossible task until we remember He's already made the way for us. 

Keepin' it Real

She gasped and her clasped her hand to her mouth: “You did WHAT?!”  I’d just opened up to a mentor of mine about the messy situation I was in and suddenly wanted to crawl out of the window and ride in the trunk until we reached Chick-fil-a.  I started sweating the moment I saw the shock on her face – that was precisely the response I was so horrified to receive.  I’d just invited her into a secret part of my life because I trusted her and craved her wisdom, and I felt totally judged. 

She quickly apologized and admitted that’s the worst response she could give to a high schooler who’s just made such a vulnerable admission.  I appreciated her apology, but it was a little too late.  Her feelings of shock and repulsion were revealed in her response to me and there was no recovering.  The wall went up.  Of course she could reflect on her response and try to make it more palatable for me, but what was in her came out in her initial moment of disbelief.  I decided she was not a safe person to be honest with when my life wasn’t sunshine and roses.  I resolved to keep our conversation on the surface from then on, if I was going to converse with her at all.

High school students are thrown into grown up games and find themselves in situations that might be shocking and difficult to handle.  How do we create a safe place for them to share things they desperately need to talk about? How do we avoid gasping and screaming out of utter disbelief?  Here are a few things to consider when working toward creating a safe space for your students:

1.       Be honest with yourself!  My mentor’s response revealed a degree of self-righteousness.  The Bible says our hearts are all desperately wicked until Jesus comes along and cleans us up on the inside.  When we’re honest with ourselves about our own secrete desires and selfish motivations, we won’t be surprised by the sins of others.
2.       Be honest with your students!  How can we expect our students to be vulnerable with us if we never share our struggles with them?  They’ll be intimidated by our perceived perfection and assume we’ll never understand their situations.  We don’t have to vomit all our deepest, darkest secrets on them prematurely, but we can share insecurities and ways we’ve missed the mark.  Our transparency assure them we’re in the same boat as them: sinners in need of a Savior. 
3.        Ask honest questions.  Once you’ve paved the way to vulnerable sharing by being real with your own shortcomings, invite them to join you.  Students rarely initiate conversations about sensitive issues or deep areas of angst.  They need to know you don’t expect them to be perfect and that you’re interested to take things deeper.  Find casual moments to ask pointed questions, such as car rides or while you’re watching games.  I guarantee you, they’ll feel special when they realize you want to really know them and not simply the image they portray.

You’ve earned the right to go deeper with your students by the time they’re in high school.  Students are hard pressed to find safe places to share their junk.  Provide that space for them by initiating the move because they’re dying to be known!   

Back to School Excitement

Girls' movie night!

If you come around Holystone Street, you'll hear a buzz of excitement as we launch into the new school year. We've got parties, Bible studies, trail rides and soccer leagues coming right around the corner. All we need now is for you to join the fun!

Here are a few things to keep in mind as you read about some of the exciting opportunities. We love creating space for you to use your gifts to serve the community. For instance, we have an incredible mentor who loves to bake! She's starting a baking class at Mercy Street on Sunday evenings to share her skills while loving on our kids. If you're passionate about writing or sports or fashion or business, let us know because there's a place for you to serve our community.

Here are some specific events to keep in mind:

• The Back to School Kick Off  is next Tuesday, September 6, at 7:00pm. It will be a night of food, fun and fellowship for high school students, along with their parents and mentors. We'd love for you and your students to join us to hear about all the exciting events this coming year! 
• High School Bible Studies will hit the ground running every Tuesday starting in September. The first 3 Tuesdays of the month, girls will meet at Mercy Street at 6:30 and the guys will meet at Carlton's place. The last Tuesday of every month will be a night of celebration where we all come together for fun outings and games. The Bible studies are the best ways for students to be involved in life here at Mercy Street and we're always looking for more volunteers to serve!
• Sports Seasons are starting up and we're thrilled to announce some new changes. Lee Jackson has been hired as our new Director of Sports Ministry and he's a dynamic man of God. He's looking for some more soccer coaches to come pour into our soccer kids so let us know if you're interested! We're also excited about Danny Garippa coming on board as the Director of our Bike Shop. Consider grabbing your students and joining us on a group bike ride in the area - our first one is on Saturday, September 10th.

Please check out the calendar on the  Mercy Street  website for dates on parties, potlucks, sporting events and more. The more the merrier around here, so be in prayer about ways you can join in the festivities this school year!

A Recap of our Time in Senegal

Mercy Street has always dreamed of the day when we would see leaders emerging from within the community of West Dallas to go out and serve the world.  By the grace of God and the help of our partners at PCPC, we watched this beautifully unfold over the past 10 days.  Six of our most solid leaders traveled to Dakar, Senegal to serve alongside Mamadou Diop at the West Africa Theological Institute (WATI).

The students amazed us with their grateful spirits, childlike wonder, incredible work ethics and profound realizations.  As we watched the women at WATI vigorously pounding millet from the fields to convert it into coucous, I heard Sharmonique say, “And we get mad when the microwave takes too long!”  As we drove past the straw huts with dirt floors, they would mention how grateful they were for air conditioning at home and a free education.  The students were keenly aware of the incredible opportunities they’ve been given, and they plotted about ways they could somehow utilize their resources to raise awareness for the needs of WATI and the Senegalese people.   I’m thrilled to see what their brilliant minds come up with as they continue to discuss practical ways they can serve Mamadou and his team from our home base here in West Dallas!

Watching Mamadou in action was one of the highlights of the trip for our team.  He has such a gentle and quiet spirit, yet he’s one of the strongest leaders we’ve ever seen.  He was constantly looking for ways to bless our team; whether that was through fresh mangos, a word of encouragement, a reminder that love is expensive, or a celebratory boat ride.  It was worth it to fly our students over there just to watch the way Mamadou loved those around him and poured himself out for the Gospel. 

                

I think Mamadou’s spirit rubbed off on our students during our time together.  Christoph, a man from the village who was leading our painting project, had been eying Adrienne’s brand new boots from day one.  On our final bus ride home, I noticed Adrienne didn’t have her boots on, and I found out she gave them to Christoph because he needed them more than she did.  She didn’t make a big show or ring bells so all would see; she simply wanted to bless Christoph.  Later in the day I saw Seville give is brand new pair of Jordan’s to our translator, Detchie, and T.O. parted with some dear gifts for our other translator, Songo.  It was those quiet moments that opened my eyes to the deep work of the Spirit in the lives of our students.  I pray we made an impact on the men and women of Senegal during our 10 days together, and I can assure you the Senegalese made a tremendous impact on us.  

A Day of Celebration

Today was our last work day at WATI!  Mamadou informed us when we arrived in Djilas that it would be primarily a day of fellowship and rejoicing.  By “primarily a day of fellowship,” he actually meant ALL celebration.  The day began with our team (including Dethie, Mamadou and Songo) sitting in a circle sharing stories.  We threw the soccer ball to one another and whoever caught it had to share a funny story from the trip or some sort of memorable moment.  We could’ve sat in the circle for the whole day cutting up and sharing with one another because the stories are endless! 

Young men began showing up at WATI to chat with us, however, so the circle expanded and the game changed.  A particularly moving moment took place when Christoph, the painter, began sharing his heart.  He doesn’t speak a lick of English so we haven’t had the opportunity to connect with him relationally, but he’s clearly been observing.  He told us today that he was grateful to know us, at which point he directed his attention to Ms. Jacque.  He said he was deeply touched by her spirit this week, and that if he ever has a daughter he hopes she will grow up to be just like Ms. Jacque.  He told her she’s deep in his heart and that he would like to name his future daughter after her, in hopes that she will flourish into such a warm and loving woman.  Several of us almost broke down in tears as they hugged…and then we all laughed when he started dancing and singing the French song Ms. Jacque had been singing all week.  Christoph has never come around WATI before; he was simply there to teach us how to paint buildings this week.  But it was obvious today that the Lord had a different purpose in bringing Christoph to WATI this week, and we believe God will continue working in his heart long after we return to America.  He had been eying Adrienne’s boots from day one and she gave them to him as a gift today.  On our first day she told me she couldn’t wait to leave her brand new boots for Christoph, and I was thrilled to hear she did so today.  There was no big show and it wasn’t in front of a crowd, she simply wanted to bless Christoph.

Christoph and Ms. Jacque

Later in the day Carlton shared his heart with a group of guys who joined our circle.  They’re students in their twenties who have been coming around each day to speak with us in broken English.  He shared about his own struggles trying to figure out what it means to be a man.  He talked about the insecurities he felt regarding his ability to provide for a woman, to protect his family, and to impart wisdom to those around him.  But he said he ultimately found the strength to be a real man when he began following Christ.  And he said real manhood comes from identifying with Jesus and submitting to the God who is all powerful and abounding in love.  The guys listened intently and I imagine they’ll remember that circle as they continue to wrestle through all the big questions life poses. 

T.O, Sharmonique and Seville enjoying the boat ride

We took a boat ride to a beautiful island at the end of the day and we basked in the vibrant colors blooming on the trees with the neon sun setting slowly in the distance.  This week will be forever buried deep in our hearts.  Mamadou encouraged us over dinner that our students have also had a tremendous impact on the people around our hotel.  He said the concierge was extremely impressed with our students.  They are used to guests complaining when the water or electricity go out, but our students never mentioned it.  He was also shocked that we came to serve others.  The concierge said that every day when we arrived home from work, he thought to himself, “I want to be a part of a group like that.”  Mamadou told him we were Christians and that we were compelled by the love of Jesus.

 

We don’t communicate those stories out of any sense of pride, but just to let you know the Lord’s moving in ways we can hardly believe.  I mean we know ourselves!  We’re sinners who feel ungrateful so much of the time and devote a tremendous amount of our energy to our own well-being.  So we know if those around us are seeing selfless spirits, God must be moving in a powerful way!  We are thrilled to be a part of that and are grateful that He’s chosen to work in our team and through our team during this life changing week in Senegal.  

Adrienne, Tim, Mamadou and Carmen

Cartwheels and Good Conversation

Our day started with smiles and cartwheels!  WATI is located in a small village called Djilas, where a group of energetic young boys await our arrival each morning.  Carlton promised them he would bring a soccer ball by Thursday, so he was on a quest for a ball this morning on our way to Djilas.  When we drove up and Carlton showed them the soccer ball through the window, there was an epic celebration like none we’ve ever seen in the U.S.  All the Christmas’s and birthday celebrations combined don’t come close to the excitement the boys showed over the soccer ball.  They jumped and screamed, hugged and did handstands to show their exhilaration over Carlton’s fulfilled promise.  Our entire team was almost in tears because it was such a moving exchange. 

We worked at a slower pace today since Mamadou sensed fatigue from our team.  There wasn’t a negative word spoken or a hint of laziness from the students, Mamadou is just keenly aware of the people around him.  We moved a tremendous amount of bricks to assist the masons in their building, but we spent even more time on break!  The breaks are filled with wonderful conversation.  We’ve been able to bond with local students who drop by to see the Americans, and we’re able to truly enjoy relationship with one another.  Sharmonique will say, “Hey what’s been your favorite part of Africa?”  And everyone shares what they’re learning and appreciating.  Another minute we’ll all bust out singing Rihanna together.  And the next Seville will crack us up with his humor…that boy marches to the beat of his own drum and we absolutely love the sound!  We’re experiencing the beauty of community in ways that we rarely do at home.  The group seems to think it’s because we pile so many tasks on our plates at home that we run from one thing to the next, often missing the most important thing: relationships. 

The Senegalese move at a pretty slow pace.  At the beginning of the trip, we found ourselves getting frustrated with the 45 minutes elapsing from when we ordered our food to when it was placed in front of us.  We’ve come to embrace the pace, however, as we’ve seen the joy that comes from the opportunity to just be together.  We sit around the table for 2 hours at dinner time and we laugh, ask questions, score on each other and just enjoy life with one another.  We spent a good portion of that time tonight discussing Jesus’ statement that we’re to be the salt of the earth and the light of the world.  By the end of the spirit led conversation, we determined that our job is to be salt and light; not to strive really hard to do the jobs of salt and light.  Our job is to recognize our identities are in Christ and His finished work on the cross, and for our goodness to be the outpouring of our relationship with Him.  That’s the good stuff right there!  We’re eating a lot of fish and rice here in Senegal, but we’re getting to the meat and potatoes of Christianity. 

We're all intrigued by the real live chameleon on the stick