Our friend Lee helped make a great 3 min film of our teammate Danny telling his story!
Check it out! http://vimeo.com/100744207

Photo: Help us support this guy! We are so excited for him making a 1 YEAR commitment to the sfoc and psyched to have him around!
Danny is working on fundraising and is at 365$/1500$ and is headed into all staff orientation next week and we would love to see him hit a grand, or be fully funded by next monday!
sooooo if you were thinking about donating twards him, here is your reminder!
Contact him at lowcarddan@gmail.com
His fund will be up in the next week or so soon you will be able to support him online at- http://innerchange.org/support -Ill let you know when- 
but he would be encouraged if you let him know if you are thinking of supporting him!



Monday morning I sat down next to Job on our brown plaid picnic blanket. A few others were bustling about setting up to cook pancakes. I asked him how his week was. And he muttered some unintelligible words threaded together as only a maybe 50 year old long term speed user can do, but then pointing at my little book, asked if he could draw. Surprised I immediately found a pen and watched him begin. Circles. Endless circles. Getting deeper. Pushing harder. Almost ripping the paper. I picked up my guitar and began to play. “Give me your hand, and we’ll walk, walk down together” I could watch as the words filled the space bouncing around and calming the area. “lift up your heart and we’ll dream, dream dreams together” And Job began to draw. Slowly but surely. He began to draw. First lines. Then waves. The final product ended when he received his pancake, and wasn’t much to talk about but it was beautiful to me. It was beautiful to see him relax.


What can you give that we can REALLY use?

A gift we really loved! 
If you have ever worked at a non profit you have received some terrible well meaning donations.
So a friend asked us what we can REALLY use... So I decided to give you a big list!

But first I will tell you some stories.

Step is a friend we have known for a few years. He found a bagel shop that was setting its leftovers in a bag in the trash nightly and began acquiring this bag sunday nights and bringing it to pancakes to feed the early arrivers before we made it in the morning. It was such a blessing. There was no desperately hungry souls- we could eat slowly as we love!

Mud is another friend we adore who has been picking blackberries in the park every year in season and bringing them to pancakes to add!

Ryan ground scored (found on the sidewalk) a travel apple to apples game last week and brought it for me, knowing my affinity for the game!

One week I forgot my wallet and needed bus fare- I turned to the nearest friend spanging who immediately gave me the 2$  in change I needed without a hesitation and with a smile- we all know how fun it is to give!

Suzanne would come over monthly around the day her food stamps got turned on a cook a feast at our house and take it out to the park.

Our friends our crazy generous.
Its easy to give when you can look around you and see what is needed and look at what you have to give and make it happen! 

----So, here is the epic list of some things we could use!

Street needs:

First and foremost as always, socks and underwear (any traveling kid will be your best friend with a pair of clean socks :)
Feminine products
100 Tents
100 Sleeping bags (army bags preferably)
100 Small Tarps (preferably brown or green)
Goodwill gift card
Id voucher
Flywheel coffee gift card
Whole Foods gift card
Another way for homeless friends to eat on a daily basis in Haight
A safe dry place to sleep that allows dogs and significant others and discipleship
Friends who are sober to hang out with our friends on the street and do normal life things together!
New staff!
Jobs short and long term
Travel help- flights or greyhound tickets to go home!

Housewarming gifts for newly housed friends:
george forman
crock pot
electric tea pot
warm blankets

Stuff our house can use:
Financial support to get each staff fully funded
Airline miles, or sponsor one of our trips!
Grocery cards (safeway, whole foods, trader joes, rainbow, foodsco)
Gas cards
5 blankets and 5 pillows
Small heaters
4 Fans
Large food processer or Ninja
Kitchen floor fixed/replaced in heaven
Back up pancake power box or someone to invent a new awesomer longer lasting system!
A 2000+ watt power inverter

We could use your Talents and Connections!
Legal councel for friends as well as for pancakes as issues arise
Personal assistant
Wifi consultant to make it reach our whole house!
Volunteer councelor!!!
Babysitters (esp during bible study)
Bible lovers- to guest facilitate bible study on specific topics as they come up! Perhaps a theology nerd?
A person older then us who wants to have kids over for tea and cookies and love on them! Be grandma/grandpa for many who don’t have elders.
A house sitter who is willing to host kids while we are gone.- Just sleep at our house and make sure people are ok!
A musician who can jam with kids
Someone who can introduce good Christian hardcore/punk/folk music to our kids!
A Job connector please! To connect us or our kids to possible jobs or to hire them! Please!
A passionate person to manage our Odd Jobs website- connecting youth to short term odd jobs for individuals and individuals to a person who needs a short job!
A job coach- helping kids get to where they want to be!
Rainy day or emergency housing- a person we could call when we have someone who really needs housing but we can’t provide it.
A writer to collect our stories and write them well
A once a year house deep cleaner volunteer group
Moms to visit moms for play dates who are holed up in hotels and learning how to parent.
We go on retreats a few times a year to pray or to plan for the year, or sometimes when tough stuff happen to get away and pray and process, so houses with 1+ empty bedrooms that are within 2 hours of SF we could use or share are awesome!

Pancake supplies-
for 1 year we spend on average:
153.36$ -batter
= 926.42$

Rainbow Gathering Kitchen supplies:
2013 we got:
125 lbs reg batter- needed 10 lbs vegan
 2 large bags oatmeal
1 bag flax
1 bag multigrain
4 gallons syrup
10 lbs sugar (had 5 leftover)
1 big creamer
2 nutella- needed more
4 small tubs butter- needed more
3 bags chpped nuts- needed more

1 bag chocolate chips- needed more
1 bag berries- needed tons more (no apricots or raisins)
needed 1 big bag coconut
15 lbs coffee
4 jars of jam
mac and ramen etc.. for extra quick meals
5 food safe 5 gallon buckets

So there you go!
I leave you with a quote.

Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.” 
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


“The challenge before the church is that 60% of the world is poor by US standards and 20-30% desperately so, only a tiny fraction of missionaries serve incarnationally among the poor.

 These figures constitute a math problem that is difficult to justify.

 In an age that is quick to speak of the need to minister to unreached people groups the poor remain ironically the single most under reached people blocks in the world. 

Said another way, poverty is keep more people out the kingdom then any peculiarity of geography language culture or ethnicity.

 We believe Christ grieves over this disparity and is busy addressing it.”

 -Postcards from the Journey



I walk away from so many conversations with ideas and regrets of things I wish I said, or what I ought to have said different.  One Thursday evening I met a guy named Zeek, and our conversation did not end up that way at all.

I was walking past the McDonalds towards the park with Claire and Jess late on a Thursday afternoon when we were stopped by a guy wanting to sell us something.  There was loneliness in his words as he began his story.  He said he was from Maine, and had driven his Winnebago out of the winter into the sunshine, and then back again into the gloomy fog that looms over the SF peninsula.  He said he was looking for some kids he could trust to join him on the road up the coast through Oregon, and wondered if we were the kids.  He said he studies philosophy, does a little music, some poetry, and was a bad writer, but all he really knew how to do was sell dope.  Jess wondered if he could sell other things.  He said His father was a sales man, and he thought he could but thought it hard selling things he did not believe in. 

The conversation wandered through learning that his father was protestant, and he was trying to figure out what he believed.  I was surprised because he had some very Jewish seeming features.  He said that when he was thirteen he felt it was time to own his own belief, and so he began reading and studying different ways of thought, and that he had basically collected a lot of ideas from many different places and had put a bunch of them into a big pot of soup.

That prompted me to ask him what he was searching for, and followed up before he could answer with another question, "What are the qualities of something that made them authentic?"  He struggled with this question, and said he really found himself to be an agnostic and a skeptic.  So he did not know what makes something real or true.  He wondered if it was that many people believed it, or was it that he believed it?  I told him that I was sure we could find some guy out in this park who thought he was Paris Hilton, but we would both know that was not true.  I asked him again personally what made something authentic to him, and what was he searching for.  He said he found the question stunning, and said that was something he really needed to think about. 

Then he asked us how we came to our convictions.  We told stories of having grown up in the church, but at 13 plugged into our youth groups.  For Jess, she said that in high school she received a really strong conviction to get serious with her faith, and I gave further testimonies of God's provision and faithfulness in many times of need when I had stepped out into the unseen out of obedience.
He seemed to really be intrigued but our conversation soon ended.  He said we had really challenged him to think about what it was he was searching for, and that his best guess of where he would look for an answer would be according to the laws of the world, such as the laws of physics for instance.  Before he left, he said that he did wish he had the certainty to know when he was walking in the right way and when he was not.  I gave him the last word and we parted.

Two weeks later Jess saw him again, and he had this wild story that happened the evening after we met him.  He lost his dog and then met Christians in the park, while looking for his dog.  They gave him Pizza, and then all surrounded him and began to pray.  It really freaked him out, and he would have left, but he heard a voice tell him that every thing was going to be okay.  Then he felt peace like he had never felt before.  He found his dog again, and went to bed feeling some sort of amazing peace.  He thought his life would never be the same after that.  He was surprised to wake up the next morning feeling normal again.  He was discouraged, but really wanted to talk to us.   Jess invited him to our Amigos bible study.  He was excited, but then he never came.   Two more weeks went by and then we ran into him again.  He seemed to be preoccupied with something but told us he had been busted for selling dope and had been to jail.  We continue to keep an eye out for him every time we are in the park, hoping to continue that work we hope that perhaps the Lord has begun.


The time Andy gave me 112$

When I was 17 I saved up money so I could go to work with an outreach ministry called Prodigal Project in northern California connecting with hippies. I made myself a budget and worked coaching gymnastics to reach it. When I had enough money for the train ride and 300$ extra for spending money, I excitedly bought a one way ticket! I was super psyched! My birthday was a few days before I left so some friends threw me a surprise party! As I was getting ready to go, a friend named Andy walked up to me and slipped me a wad of rolled up money and said Jesus told him to give it to me for my trip. I thanked him- a bit surprised as I hadn’t asked anyone for money. When I unrolled it, I counted 112$. Aghast, never having received money like that, I went back to him and told him it was too much. He put it back in my hand and said Jesus would show me how to use it. I kept that wad, rolled up in my drawer. Every time I had an opportunity to give in a big way I smiled, knowing I had the means, if God wanted me to use it. Every time I felt like I was supposed to use my own money and kept watching for that one special thing that this money was meant for. I got live simply and thus had the ability to do lots of fun things in sharing my 300$, but at the end of my 3 months there I was a bit frustrated wondering who this 112$ was for and sat down to pray. Then I realized. That 112$ had changed me. It gave me the eyes to look for how God may be allowing me to give. I laughed, and when I got home I gave it back to Andy, telling him that his money had done exactly what it was supposed to do- changed my heart and given me the eyes to look for where I have the capacity to give, because I do have a reserve in heaven!


A night at Amigos

Amigos Chow Line

Every Thursday night the Outer Circle hosts a gathering we call Amigos.  Our purpose for this gathering is to provide a space where our Christian friends from the street and our friends from church can mix it up and learn to follow Christ together. I say this, because an outsider walking into our kitchen or living room during a typical Amigos night might not be able to figure out what was going on.  It is a complicated scene.

By 5:30 a meal is usually nearing completion.  What this meal looks like depends on each person's contribution for the night.  It is usually a hodge-podge of food bank faire and some large, simple, and delicious main dish, perhaps chili or spaghetti.  The clanking and banging of pots that functions as a musical prelude during the preparation of food for a group is accompanied by a quartet of singing, crying, and chasing-each-other-through the kitchen two-year-olds.  Add to these sounds, conversation, laughing, especially Jessica laughing, a timer going off to remind Claire to take the biscuits out of the oven, and it is understandable that it requires yelling to gather everyone to pray for the food.

Once circled up and in the kitchen, we all join hands.  The kids either want to hold hands with the adults or stand in the middle of the circle and ham it up for the crowd.  Capitalizing on a moment of quiet, I pray: "Lord, thank you for this chance to be together tonight. Thank you for this food.  Please be with all of our friends that don't have any food or anyone to be with tonight.  Please bless our fellowship, amen." Then plates are filled up, and the eating begins.

Dinner actually goes by quickly.  It's the transitions from prep to meal, meal to clean up, and clean up to worship that end up taking the most time.  When the dishes are done and most of the people have moved from the dining table to the living room, someone starts playing the guitar to kick off our worship time.  Somehow, when we sing together at Amigos no one seems uncomfortable.  It's fine with everyone if someone sings loudly and another doesn't sing at all.

After we finish singing, someone from the group teaches on a passage of scripture that has been helpful to them recently.  This week it's my turn to share.  I sometimes struggle about feeling discouraged and have recently been looking at some scriptures about pressing on.  After reading Philippians 3:7-14 to the group I ask, "How do you all press on?  What makes you continue to want to live and seek God?"

A few different people share their experiences or advice.  Someone reads a verse that they find helpful when they are feeling discouraged.  Then Joe shares.

"My biggest problem is my own stinking thinking.  If I listen to the advice that I give to myself, I get in trouble fast.  I have to figure out how to shut me up and listen to God.  Praying usually helps.  I pray everyday, every time I leave my house.  I struggle with myself everyday," he says.

Joe's simple, honest advice spurs me on, challenging my hopelessness.  Something shifts in my heart and mind.  I feel lighter.  I am encouraged.  I am grateful for this community.  We pray to close our time together and another night of Amigos is over.