The Oikos Project - HIRD

 All Saints Community Church

 

White Rock

“Project Oikos”

By Rev Dr. Ed and Janice Hird

 

Raising funds to buy a church building during a global pandemic seems like a crazy idea. But then again, so does crossing the Red Sea and surviving life in the desert for forty years as the nation of Israel did 3,500 years ago. Or walking on water, healing the sick, or being resurrected as Jesus did 2,000 years ago. The history of the people of God is filled with stories of faith and the miraculous.

“Project Oikos” is one of those stories.

One of the meanings for the word “oikos” in New Testament Greek is “a house” or “dwelling place.” The people of All Saints Community Church have called this proposal “Project Oikos” because they believe it is time for them as a community to have a home base. A place where they can worship God, provide a Christian world view for the community and serve their neighbours.

The community of All Saints Church believe God is calling them to make the Holy Cross Church in Crescent Beach their home. In order to do that, they need to raise $3 million: just over $2 million to buy the building and parking lot and just under $1 million to refurbish the inside of the building and parking lot.

 

The Vision

 

The opportunity for a Christian community to purchase a church property for the purpose of serving the wider community is a once-in-a-lifetime privilege. For this to happen in the

neighbourhood of Crescent Beach borders on the miraculous. The All Saints Community has seen many miracles in its fifteen-year history.   Several people who were expected to die were miraculously healed.  Many people who had given up on life were healed from addictions and family wounds.  All Saints has been used over and over in blessing people in need, and even helping change legislation for refugees and temporary workers. Whenever things have been tight financially, God has come through with unexpected gifts.  

The vision for purchasing this historic church is threefold:

Sacred Space

The first priority is to maintain a “sacred space.” The historic tradition of Holy Cross is that people

have prayed in that church since 1946. Keeping a sacred space will honour the historical integrity of the congregations who have gone before. It also means that the wider community will have

access to the sanctuary–during the day—for prayer, reflection and rest.

 

Ministry Center

The second imperative for purchasing this church is to ensure that a “ministry center” will complement the sacred space. A ministry center will provide the Church community a place to serve the wider community.

Ministry opportunities include:

 

• caring for senior citizens

• providing a place for lonely people (one of the greatest needs in our

community)

• ministry for youth and children

• welcome and care for new immigrants (especially those who are

experiencing “immigration abuse”)

• help and support for refugee families

• providing English as a second language

• collecting food and goods for the food bank

• supporting local restaurants and coffee shops

• providing a memorial garden

• hosting an annual summer festival as we have done in the past

 

Debt Free

The third priority for buying this building is to entrust it to the next generation of Church leaders—debt free. In this way, the future Church Community will not have to pay off a previous debt. Rather than paying debts, the Church Community will be able to engage in serving the local community.

 

This may be one of the most important investments a person could make to uphold a Christian presence and serve the community for generations to come. “Project Oikos” will have an eternal

significance.

Should you be interested in supporting this vision, saving an historic church, and investing in the Kingdom of God, please contact The Right Reverend Peter Klenner, pastor at All Saints Community

Church (604.209.5570). You can also donate by visiting ourwebpage: allsaintswhiterock.com

-previously published in the Light Magazine

 

 

Pray for One Another by Rose McCormick Brandon

 

Prayer is essential in this ongoing warfare. Pray hard and long. Pray for your brothers and sisters. Keep your eyes open. Keep each other's spirits up so that no one falls behind or drops out. Ephesians 6:18

My heart was heavy over an on-going concern. One day, I arrived home from work weary. A small square envelope lay on the dining room table.  Tiny letters in the top left corner revealed the name of the sender–Valerie. We hadn’t connected for months as she lived about an hour away, but Valerie’s passionate faith always inspires me. Valerie knew nothing about my concern.

I slid a finger under the sealed flap and pulled out a card. Red and white roses encircled these words: I hold you in my heart. 

Inside Valerie wrote, “As I sat before the Lord this morning your face came before my eyes and I felt an urge to pray for you. I did. You are precious to the Lord and He holds you close to His heart. Remember, He will never leave you nor forsake you as you are going through this difficulty. You are in the palm of His mighty hand.”

I pressed the note to my heart and cherished it as a personal message from God to me. He cared. Cared enough to whisper my name to Valerie . . . not only to whisper my name but to reveal that I was going through a difficulty.

We are meant to pray for one another. Prayer is the primary business of all believers.

On other occasions friends have sensed my need and prayed for me. In turn, I have carried the needs of fellow believers to the Lord. That’s how God works. He urges us to pray for one another, to give words of encouragement and to find inventive ways to lift the spirits of the downhearted.

Prayer: Lord, burden my soul with the burdens of others. Cause me to sense their needs and urge me to bring them to you.

GOING TO SCHOOL by Eleanor Shepherd

  It was 1952.  The little girl who lived in the swampy part of North Carolina was in the shack alone when the Truant officer came looking for her, to take her to school. The family had lost everything during the depression and engulfed by debts, when her father returned from the War, they had taken refuge in a shack on the soggy coastlands. 

 

            Survival seemed impossible so they family members concluded one by one that they would have to take their destiny in their own hands. Her parents had a serious fight and the next day, her mother covered her bruises and walked down the road, never to be seen again. Each of her brothers came to the decision that they too must leave and finally there were only the little girl and her sometimes sober father left in the house. Knowing the threat he was when he was drunk the little girl was careful to give him a wide berth. 

 

            Thus it was that the Truant officer came into the house and helped the little girl to find something that she could wear to school. Then she put her in the car and took her to the school. The little girl wanted to go because she wanted to learn to read and to know what number came after 29. She was also told that she would have chicken pie cooked for her lunch and she was hungry because at age seven all that she had learned to cook was grits. 

 

            The other children were unkind and made fun of her. At the end of the day she returned home and vowed she would never return. Thereafter, when the Truant officer came, she would take to the woods and hide. 

 

            I felt sad as I read the story and realize how different the experience of school was for this little girl from what I had lived when I was at school during this same time period. Even though I went to many schools because my parents were often transferred to other parts of the country, I never experienced the kind of treatment this little girl knew. 

 

            I read her story in a novel called Where the Crawdads Sing. For me, growing up in the 1950’s and 60’s, school was a magical place where I learned so many new and exciting things about the world, about myself and about other people. 

 

            My children in the 1980’s and 1990’s also enjoyed the experience of going to school and like me they would play school when they came home or whenever they had free time. 

 

            For my grandchildren too, school is synonymous with making friends and having fun together as you learn. It is a place that played an important role in their lives until six months ago, when Covid arrived and schools had to close down. 

 

            Now they are opening up again, and although parents are often nervous about what will

happen, they have been reassured by the protocols that have been put in place to protect their children. As I looked at the photo my daughter sent of her daughter, masked and ready to head out to get on the school bus, I thought about children who live in places where all of the protection we have been able to provide for my grand-children, may not be available for them.   

 

            It hit me when I picked up the denominational magazine for our clergy. There I read about rural communities in Tanzania where poverty is preventing children from getting an education. Despite efforts of non-profits to eliminate child poverty, there it is rare for families to have even a single daily meal or to get basic necessities. Most of them drop out of school at an early age, their dreams of education shattered by the gnaw of hunger that makes the daily walk of 20 kilometres to school seem insurmountable. 

 

            We know that our schools along with parents and teachers are facing challenges, because of the worldwide Covid epidemic. Yet we know that in spite of this there is still a possibility for our children and grandchildren to resume their educational journey. We will be transported to a higher level of gratitude and hopefully generosity when we realize that the economic downturn is going to make it impossible for other children in our world, like those in rural Tanzania to even dream of escaping their lot. “They need you. They need me. They need Christ*.” And we are His hands and feet.   

 

* https://www.facebook.com/SalvationArmyIHQ/videos/206792417226317/

  Allow this song to touch your life.