Beginning in 1997, when we conducted our first Institute amongst 15 fighting congregations in a dysfunctional and earthquake ravaged community in Costa Rica, we have consistently seen what can happen when artists with the training and passion for service engage their art as a vehicle for transformation. Though often difficult to document in quantitative terms, there is evidence of our impact at home here in Philadelphia and around the world in some very challenging places. First a few of my favorite quotes. Continue reading
My recommendation is to find an effective organization, one that is doing good work, one you are passionate about and join it. Help make it better and stronger by contributing hard work with a listening and learning attitude.
Maybe I can set this in context. 2009 was a pivotal year for BuildaBridge. Due to the economic crisis, and a rethinking of our strategy, we laid off 3 employees and downsized our office. We were forced, more immediately, to evaluate (even though we do a lot of assessment) the effectiveness of our programming, the needs for our services, and the primary goal of our work. In 1997, when we began BuildaBridge there were very few organizations that provided the kind of training and services we were providing. This led us to do our research project in 2002 which covered 61 artists of faith in 16 US cities. Today, arts for education, healing, social services and development is much more common, along with training at the workshop, certificate and graduate levels. Continue reading
This is a letter to BuildaBridge supporters following the horrific mass shooting of children in Connecticut.
I want to wish you and your family, wherever you are, a very happy holiday season. For many, like me, it is Christmas. But for others it may be Hanukkah, Eid, Kwanzaa, Bodhi Day (which has just passed), or other holiday celebration. This is a time, or should be, of joy, family, sharing, laughter, good stories and good food, hopefulness, peace and goodwill. Many will attend services to renew their commitments to peace and goodwill, and the true “reason for the season”. But for some, like me, it has been a somber and sad season.
Images of little innocent ones who had been slaughtered by a tormented young man with a weapon designed for war have been hard to remove from my mind and heart. I don’t respond emotionally to crises. It has always been a personality trait that in the midst of a crisis, of any kind, I am detached and think quite objectively about the safety and needs of the moment. A day later however, the locked down emotions, begin to affect me quite intensely. Continue reading
Some family history for my daughter’s 40th birthday.
I don’t really remember the drive from Americas, Georgia Hospital where she was born. Actually I really don’t remember too much about the first year in Montezuma except the way it go started. We left Mars Hill, N.C. in the Appalachian mountains for the deeper south after looking for a teaching job for some time in 1971. There were no job openings near home in the gorgeous mountains of home that had nestled our us, our family and friends.
We drove south past Atlanta. Continue reading
I was on the phone with her, and could still hear my colleague screaming from the other side of the building—it was surround sound, “If I had read this earlier I would have never agreed to go on this trip! What have you gotten me into!!” Continue reading
Written with the help of Sarah Rohrer, former BuildaBridge Intern and Staff, for publication
Leah leaned across my dining room table and asked with skepticism, “Can anyone make a difference in a week?” It was not really a question but a statement and one I hear frequently from discerning people. I take it seriously. A professional muralist, Leah had spent a week working with gang members in prison, other weeks creating community murals with scores of kids in informal settlements in Kenya and Guatemala, and even a three-month stint restoring historic and community places in a hurricane ravaged Caribbean Island, all at her own expense. She was questioning the impact of a short-term artist’s engagement in communities of poverty, crisis and catastrophe. She has both a right and responsibility to ask. What can an artist possibly do in a week that is effective, supports the local mission and leads toward the holistic transformation of both individuals and communities? The answer lies in a number of factors including what skills the artist (any art form) brings, the role the artist plays, the relationship the artist has with the local organization or community, and what the artist leaves behind. Continue reading
We as Christians must recognize that there is much to learn from those who do not call themselves Christians but who have the gifting and desire to do good in the world. To dismiss their work because they are not in the ‘fold’ is to dismiss the common grace of God and God’s ability to use those outside our boundaries to accomplish God’s work in the world. [Corbitt: Taking it to the Streets p.228]
I have lived through the last half of the 20th century and into the 21st century. During this time, I have been a faculty member of a Christian university for nearly 20 years. As a global citizen who has traveled to over 50 countries and a resident in an urban community, the past decade has given me pause to reflect on the meaning of being “Christian” and the tensions of having faith while living in a diverse world. It is a place I call the Muddled Middle. What does this mean? How did I get there? How do I now live? How does it inform my teaching? This short essay will attempt to answer these questions.
The Muddled Middle
The muddled middle is simply the civic context of life–particularly the urban context. It is the borderland of mingled cultures. It is marketplace, public town square, city center and place of business where no one person may have dominance and each person, ethnicity, class, religion, gender or preference must negotiate their difference and seek the benefit of all in order to find a common good life; where neither the sacred nor the profane dominate, but both have the opportunity to intermingle and influence. It can be a challenging, confrontational and uncomfortable place, especially for a former Southern Baptist from the mountains of North Carolina.
How I Got Here
Growing up as a Southern Baptist preacher’s son in the southern United States afforded me an overconfidence, even arrogance, in all things Christian. I remain very grateful for the Southern Baptist emphasis on education between 1950 and 1980. The funding they provided both to schools and to the students who attended them left many of us with an excellent education and no debt. I repeat that last one–NO DEBT. Thank you very much, sincerely. Continue reading