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Cherith Brook
 Practicing God ‘s Mercy & Gospel Resistance
Vol. 3 No. 2 Lent 2009 
In the bathroom mirror, I saw big blueeyes staring back at me with bubbling tears,the beginnings of wrinkles, and crazy curly,brown hair. I poked, probed, and stretchedmy skin, trying to manipulate my tearstained face. I did this assuming it wouldsidetrack my mind from the pain I felt inmy chest.Abruptly, I stopped, a thought crossedmy mind. Why have I become thisperson?After some introspection, the an-swer is an easy one. Only momentsbefore the bathroom pity party, I hadargued with a man with whom I share abeautiful child. He is an alcoholic;Something I have known, but didn’twant to admit because then I would beresponsible for the hurt I try to hidefrom the mirror. But all secrets of shame were about to be exposed by anunexpected person.Two days after shoving my feelingsdown deep inside me, telling myself Iwould get to them someday, I was hurryingto the door of Cherith Brook’s shower roomwith my massage stuff. A warm, sweetbreeze was blowing a petite woman’s sandybrown hair across her gentle looking face.The woman sat in the sun, basking in itsrays, reading her Bible. She wore a pastelpink blouse, a pair of light colored blue jeans, and clean, white tennis shoes.As I was bustling along trying not todrop anything, she looked up at me withsoft blues eyes.“Good Morning,” she said with a directtone of confidence. “Is that an instrument?”“No,” I said. “It is a massage chair.”I remember wondering, was she a volun-teer for the women’s day or was she home-less.? I couldn’t tell.A small space in the back corner of thestore front was the massage oasis. I sat upmy massage chair, waiting for the womenguests to arrive. The small woman fromoutside came in and was excited aboutgetting her hair cut. She sat down to eatwill that we love others; without lovenothing else matters. You are an en-abler, take my Bible. Open it right now,ask God what you need, right nowand open it.”I did, not knowing a messagewas waiting. I flipped to John, chap-ter 8,
Women Who Followed Jesus.
 She gave me her lifeline. She gaveme her Bible.“I think this will help me,” Isaid, giving her a hug. “Thank you.You are truly a beautiful woman.”“Thank you and you havehelped me,” she said with tears inher eyes.The story in John 8 is about asinful woman who washed Jesus’feet with her tears and anointedthem with oil. The Pharisee told Jesushe could not be the son of God if he let asinful beast touch him and Jesus replied,“I tell you, her sins-and they are many-have been forgiven, so she has shownme much love. But a person who is for-given little shows only little love.”The woman from outside was themirror I needed to see Christ’s lovewithin me and to stop hiding from myown fears.I look into the mirror now, as awoman who follows Christ and I know Iam not defined by my sins or others. Iknow the Holy Spirit washes me clean.Like the ones who have hurt me, I wasalso created from the love of Jesus. Ihave forgiven, I am forgiven, and I amwashed clean.and started to chat with the other volunteers.I sat by watching, absorbed in my thoughts.There was something about this woman, Iwas captivated by her. Her essence carrieda light. I thought she was beautiful, why isshe homeless?“Where do you go to church,” she asked,bringing me out of my thoughts.“I don’t go to church.” I answered.“How do you meet with Jesus?” sheasked me.Thrown off by this question, I sat downacross from her and said, “I write.”She looked at me, her soft blue eyespiercing through. I knew she saw me. Shesaw me beyond the image in the mirror.We started talking. She shared with meabout how her life was destroyed by crack cocaine and her husband was in prison.Then she looked at me again with herpiercing stare.“I have been clean for a couple of months and I could not have done it withoutChrist’s love,” she said. “I know that onlythrough him I can be healed. What is yourstory?”The first thing to pop into my mind wasmy question, how have I become this per-son? I told her about my daughter’s fatherand how I am angry at him, because of hisaddiction.“And what is your part,” she asked me.“Did you try to change him? It is God’s
Looking Inward
by Laura Cornett
So Elijah did according to the word of the Lord; he went and lived by the Cherith Brook...and the ravens brought him bread…I Kings 17 
 Laura Cornett is a student at Park Univer- sity. She offers massages on Women’s Day. Laura works out some of the kinks for one of our friends.
 
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As we enter this season of Lent, I amnewly struck by the reading of Matthew4:1-11. In this passage Jesus entered thedesert willingly, knowingly. He knew hewas going to be tempted by the devil. Hewas going to be tempted, the Spirit of God led him there. It was time withoutfood. It was a time of solitude andprayer for Jesus. This was a time of preparation for the sacrifice at hand.When we participate in a Lenten fast,we do so willingly. We do so for a spe-cific time, fully aware of an ending time.We enter in to a time of going “without”with the luxury of knowing we will soongo “with.” We enter hoping and prayingthat the space created would be used byGod for change. When I read this pas-sage this season, I was caught by thephrase ‘Jesus was hungry.’ Everyday weoffer showers to folks who are homelessor near homeless and we encounter Jesuswho is hungry – maybe tired and dis-couraged – but definitely hungry. Itseems odd to go without voluntarilywhen so many of our friends go withouton a regular basis. Some go without ba-sic provision of food, clothing, shelter,adequate healthcare, living wage (or nowage), respect and dignity. It remindsme of a Peter Maurin quote about try-ing to create space where it’s easierfor people to be good. It’s hard to “dogood” if you are struggling for sur-vival. It’s hard to make good choiceswhen basic needs aren’t met. Jesuswas more vulnerable because he washungry, more susceptible because heunderstood the pangs of hunger. Be-ing tempted with the satisfaction thatfood would bring or gratificationpower would supply would have dif-ferent meaning if Jesus hadn’t beenhungry. Our homeless friends knowwhat it’s like to be vulnerable andsusceptible and go without. We are allfaced with daily decisions but peoplewho go without food, clothing andshelter are forced to make decisionsthat may compromise or call intoquestion the meaning of “good”.A time set aside for prayer andfasting deepens our faith and helps usremember from whom our “bread”,our sustenance comes. To go withouthelps us appreciate when we go with.To go without causes us to take pausefrom the expectation and thoughtless-ness of consumerism. To go withouthelps us to reorient our minds and ourbodies. We are a needy, captive audi-ence to hear what God is saying orteaching us. To go without causes usto think about our pursuits and hope-fully, retrains us to temper our desiresfor instant gratification. It reminds usthat we are sustained by more thanthat which feels good or numbs out,but by that which God sees as good,as life-giving – physically AND spiri-tually.My prayer this Lenten season isfor all to have basic needs met, forspace to be made in our hearts forGod to transform our minds, and forall to have not only enough but a littleextra to share in order that we mightnot be vulnerable and susceptible but“good.”
 
Jesus Was Hungry
 by Jodi Garbison
Upcoming Events & Volunteer Opportunities
Rock Out & Reach Out
… 4/18, bene-fit concert to promote justice & sustain-ability at Crosstown Station, 15th &McGee KCMO, doors open at 8pm.
Midwest Catholic Worker Retreat
… 4/24-27, in Stockton, Illinois.
Chalk Walk
… 4/25-26, ConcoursePark, Historic Northeast KCMO.
Women’s Day
… 4/29, 11:30am.What special talent will you offer?
Holy Family Art & Talent Night
… 5/1, Holy Family House, 912 East31st Street KCMO, 7pm.
(Please contact Cherith Brook for more details on any of these events.)
cook meals, sort donations,host showers, cut hair,launder clothing, garden,electrical work, simple carpentry,assemble sack dinners,redo kitchen cabinets,mail newsletter, clean house,general maintenance, fencing,tuck pointing, trim work,& more...
We are so thankful for volunteers, likeSue Heller & Nicole Browning, who provide meals, help in the clothingcloset, and with showers.
Join Our ExtendedCommunity
 
 Jodi Garbison and her daughter, Diana, building bird houses together.
 
How Can She Sing?
 by Chris Brennan Homiak
 
Sandwich Meat
(no bologna)
Sandwich BagsMayonnaiseSliced CheesePeanut Butter & JellyBananas & OrangesCoffee, Sugar, CreamerVinegar
(gallon size for cleaning)
 
Baking SodaDish & Laundry Soap
(high efficiency)
Toilet PaperMilk, Eggs, ButterBlack Beans & Brown RiceCanning Jars
(for summer produce)
Summer ClothingGardening ToolsWood Scraps
House Needs
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how can she sing?
the city is threatening to condemn her house,the house she has pieced together from scrapsand lived in for the last ten years.
how can she sing?
they are without papers in a foreign land.
how can she sing?
she cannot afford medicine for her son’s epilepsy,nor technology to help him hear all he cannot see.she has no husband nor children who can work.
how can she sing?
 last week their telephone service was cut off.
how can she sing?
the immigration judge in texas is askingto see the woman who cut the umbilical cordover twenty years agoto prove the son was born an American.
how can she sing?
the powerful remain in their thrones,the rich remain full,and so often she is sent away empty.
how can she sing?
 despairing, she shared:“Si tengo café, no tengo azucar.Si tengo azucar, no tengo café!”
how can she sing?
her favorite (and most financially helpful)social worker is moving away.
how can she sing?
again and again,she says “esperamos”:we are waiting, we are hoping.
how can she sing?
when I greet her, “Como esta?”she always replies, “Bien, gracias a Dios!”
how can she sing?
in the middle of a meeting about their futureseemingly barren of hope,she breaks into song,raises her hands,and sings of her trust in God.
Our friend Marah celebrates her 1st Birthday, surrounded by family & friends!
Happy 1stBirthday!
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