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Open Text: Before you read, I want you to know this will be my last post till December. Something fantastic happened, which I will post about in December.

Just think about this as an end to the first installment, and await the next one with the same anticipation that you wait for the Hobbit or a new episode of Breaking Bad.
@NicksEdwards.

My routine basically consisted of a few key elements. Wake up, work, alone time with a cup of coffee, maybe meet with someone but probably not, hit the thrift stores to find a few treasures I could flip for quick cash on ebay, fit in times to write, and most definitely make time for the woman I had been dating. Maybe I’d even find time for a little one on one with the Lord, but mostly not. I would end my nights in one of three ways, either with my girlfriend, at a bar, or on the front porch of my house with my stud muffin roommates. This was my ritual. You have yours. They look different, but we all have them. What happens to us when our daily ritual experiences turbulence? When it becomes interrupted?niv

Not real turbulence, though we like to say it is. The loss of a friend, or a job, the ending of a relationship with someone significant, not making it in the first round for nursing school, not making enough to put food on your table, you could alter all of these just a little and the list of real turbulence becomes significantly longer. The type turbulence I am referring to is more secretly known as inconvenience, though we would not dare claim it by this name. When our daily ritual experiences something out of the ordinary, something that requires us to go out of our way, whether great or small, we call it turbulence. And we hate it. We despise it, and avoid anything that would intervene with our ritual. Heaven forbid I mess up my ritual for “you name it”. Trust me, being a professional at selfish living, I know what it takes to live an uninterrupted day. A turbulence free day. Its actually harder work than one would think.

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A JOYFUL INTERLUDE IN LOS ANGELES

LOS ANGELES  

I’m currently in the middle of a two part post about me finding Jesus as an unbeliever, and then rediscovering him again as a Christian. But, lest I only talk about my trouble, hurts, misunderstandings, discoveries, and healings I received, I have to take time to acknowledge the past week I spent in Los Angeles.

As a blogger/writer/etc. I am supposed to bring you some form of inspiration. Some kind of writing and some kind of story that charges and challenges you on ways to make life better, ways to tread less selfishly, ways to live more productively, or ways to live honestly. Ultimately, I hope to inspire you through what I’ve gleaned from my trials, failures and successes, but every once in a while I just have a story to tell.

Last week I was honored to step foot in my home country. I got off the plane at LAX and inhaled deeply the smoggy air. My first order of business, after my 15 hour flight, was to grab some grub with a friend, Peter. I had met him back in Taiwan and he just so happened to live in Los Angeles. After fine dinning I was dropped off at an oh-so-trendy coffee joint to grab my first cup of damn good coffee in nearly half a year #firstworldproblems. Sipping on my perfectly tended to Black Cat espresso, I began to feel a smidge of culture shock sink in as I eavesdropped into conversations around me. I was aware of the Fifty Shades of Gray hype. I was unaware that Kim Kardashian and Kanye West were an item, but that’s old news. The real shocker was Continue Reading…

LOATHING AND GRATEFULNESS

LOATHING

He was nearly finished with his pasta when I dug my spoon down into the cheesy bowl. I took my first bite and found it room temperature. I was surprised at how long winded I was with a man I only had one conversation with outside of this lunch. I must have gone on for a half hour if this bowl was already cooling down. I took my next bite and looked up at him in anticipation. He was about to give me the answer to all the problems I just shared.

In the 30 seconds of silence before he spoke I tried to guess what advice this man would give me. I had heard him lecture around 6 or 7 times and his lectures had been some of the most complex, neuron stimulating,  and inspiring teachings I had heard. Maybe you think I would take creative liberties to compare his lectures to most of the TED talks, or university lectures I’ve heard, but I’m not. They were brilliant. They were all from the bible.

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BUY A SHIRT, EMPOWER A WOMAN

If you are like me, then you are pretty skeptical on what non-profit to invest time and money into. When I hear the word non-profit I think, “Great, a poorly run business, that doesn’t sow much from what they reap.”
I researched them, followed them on twitter, sported their shirts, and now, after catching their vision, fully support Myfight.


This week I had the privilege of interviewing Jesse Murphy Founder and President of MyFight about the incredible organization that is MyFight on iamnickedwards.com. He Tweets here He blogs here .

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NICKEDWARDS: What led up to you starting MyFight?

JESSEMURPHY: Growing up basically all white, middle class Dillion Montana, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw that slavery still existed in Sudan, for $50 you could buy a human being.  That’s when I heard the first whispers from God regarding my calling. In college, I first wanted to raise 1 million to buy and free 20,000 slaves, but after some professors gave me their thoughts, I realized that if I spent 1 million bucks on buying people, far from ending slavery, I would actually be investing in it. When I graduated I applied to Stanford and my $200 application somehow got stuck on their server.

NE: So you didn’t get into Stanford?

JM: (He laughs) No, I applied to work with my church’s mission program and sorta got crowded out for a specific position by a girl who didn’t know where Africa was (probably not true, but those were my bitter feelings at the time).

NE: Oh, got it, you didn’t make it into Stanford, and you didn’t get the job, thats rough..but I guess you wouldn’t be where you are today if it wasn’t for those two pride breakers.

JM: Yeah… Finally, while walking through a World Vision “Step into Africa” display, at the end of the experience following the life of a child with AIDS, there was a prayer wall.  I was furious.  My prayer was: God if you don’t let me do something about this, I refuse to care anymore. I don’t think God needed my threat, but I feel like he was waiting until it really was a Popeye momement for me, a “That’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more,”… I think he was waiting until I was truly willing to go all in until he opened the door.  I went home that night, designed the first shirt, committed my measly savings to get it going, and from that moment on the doors flew open in what felt like a divine-zipper progression.

NE: Well my question was, “what was your first step, but you answered that one.” So you participated in a walkthrough with World Vision. Had you  experienced true poverty prior to the World Vision simulation?

JM: Well, “true poverty” is a bit of an elusive definition. But I had spent 2 weeks in Mexico in high school.  This was probably my most shocking experience outside of my culture.  no bathrooms, or any other sort of amenities.  It was very challenging for me actually.  I had spent two summers in China, I saw more oppression and injustice there than I did poverty…Honestly poverty was never the issue that I deeply cared about though.

NE: Huh… What do you mean?

JM: I hate injustice…always have. This may sound presumptuous, but I feel that in my relationship with God my heart beats nearest to his on the issue of injustice.  But the fact was, as I spent 3 years research slavery, I realized that slavery in all of its forms are almost always only a symptom. The more fundamental issue is extreme poverty. Not poor, but the trap of extreme poverty, such that a mother would sell her daughter to an orphanage that would adopt her out, or such that a little girl prostitutes for food, or a young boy becomes a child soldier for security.

NE: Wow, no matter how “in the know” or “informed” I think I am, that still hurts me as if I have heard it the first time.

JM: I pray it always does bro, for both of us. I hope we never become callus to it.

NE: And thats why MyFight deals with extreme poverty?

JM: Yeah, as I came to understand it, if I wanted to fight injustice sustainably and systemically, I had to take on extreme poverty, and for those who are unjust… Only God can change heart of evil people, and he does.  But there is a whole lot we can do to a man-made systems (like our economic system) to improve the scenario.

NE: How does MyFight plan to improve the scenario?

JM: Good question, well at a very basic level, when we sell just a few shirts somebody gets a loan, and for them that changes everything.  Since August we’ve funded over 100 ladies in northern Honduras.  That’s over 100 dinner tables that have food on them provided by mom.  That’s kids in a 100 families with shoes, provided by mom.  That’s kids in school, not on the street.  And that’s from a few hundred t-shirts.

NE: That, seems really simple…

JM: But I can’t look at the monthly sales numbers and compare that to the number of slaves in the world, I’d lose all hope.  I have to believe that if we stay disciplined and steady and focused on creating a business to end poverty, then a few years down the road we will be able to see some really incredible stuff happen.

NE: How big is the MyFight team?

JM: For all intents and purposes we’re still a very baby organization, just now exploring our second and third employees, finally at the place where we can take bigger steps. etc

NE: How long did it take you from when you started MyFight to your first loan?

JM: From when I wrote on napkins? 15 months..

NE: I think all humble beginnings, whether song or idea, originates on a napkin. What were some problems you ran into?

JM: Well we found it was so much harder to build the first relationship than we ever expected. So much talk so little action in the industry of “doing good” even though we were offering a sweet deal for our partners, it took a long time to convince them that we were legit.  We first took an exploratory trip to honduras in 2009 to teach financial literacy and figure things out.  the trip was great, class went well, but we were a mess trying to figure out the micro-finance thing.  We wasted about a year thinking we would set up our own MFI from scratch. We finally realized that we had NO business trying to set up a very complex financial institution in a foreign country.  Even though we’d been studying micro-finance for some time at that point, we were still just bumbling fools from Montana.  We then realized that we would be better off partnering with good MFI’s. We’d focus on becoming the best in the world at turning t-shirts into micro-loans and partner with people best at giving out the loans.

NE: Now you guys went to Ethiopia as well right?

JM: We tourned attention to Ethiopia where things were looking good for us.

NE: And thats where found success?

JM: Well, After a few months of back-and-forth we ran into about a mile high stack of red tape, and then the Gates foundation came in and wanted to partner with our partner, naturally, we got the boot. After 15 months of this (or so) my roommate was like “hey, my stepmom actually helped start an MFI in Honduras several years ago, wanna meet her?’  After I punched in the throat, I said, “of course,” that MFI, Adelante Foundation, turns out to be one of the largest in Central America, has very high standards, a great reputation, and so much more.  We spent a few months in talks with them, and Boom, we were in action. They chose the specific borrowers.

NE: Ok just a few more.

JM: Of course, go for it.

NE: As you look to the future of MyFight, what are you most excited for?

JM: I’m mostly excited to change the model of doing good.  I want women to have better lives.  I want kids to know what school is like, dream and achieve.  If I have the privilege to meet those women ever, I’ll be a better man for it.  But this isn’t about me meeting them–it can’t be.  Our partners said it beautifully  “we’re not a pen-pal company, we provide micro-loans.

NE: As the founder and President of MyFight, what are you weary of?

JM: Number one, Good intentions.  Good intentions is not synonymous with good work.  Doing good is not enough, we must do well at doing good.  Nice people with good intentions, exacerbate the problem all the time. This of course comes at the expense of those we’re actually hoping to help.  For example, in the past 60 years, over a trillion dollars in aid has been given to impoverished areas of Africa, in that time poverty went from 11% to 66%. Number two, non profits have this awful habit of slowly transforming into safe, innocuous, un-useful, and utterly uninspiring tax shelters for their biggest donors, spending most of their time appeasing donors and the IRS while loosing the wild-eyed-optimism that got them started in the first place.

NE: Last but not least. What can I do? What can we as a click justice generation do to get involved and make a change?

JM: Most basically people could take our FB profile and make it their own.  post something on their social media.  at a bigger level, buy a shirt.  buy somebody else a shirt.  at a bigger level. Host an event. intern with us, be a roadie. For bloggers, putting ads on their sites is very useful. Oh and then super cool people can talk to the strangers on airplane rides and land incredible and exclusive touring gigs for us.

NE: I heard news that you are touring with Rodrigo Y Gabriela?

JM: Yep, one of the most amazing opportunities we’ve been given. As has generally been the case with MyFight people pass on the embers of our organization, each stirred by a different piece of it, but when the message passes organically it’s stronger and more credible.  Through a serious of unpredictable events a couple guys got bumped to first class on a return flight from Mexico, met Rodrigo y Gabriela, at some point in the conversation they discussed MyFight and today we find ourselves traveling exclusively across the country on a whirl-wind tour that we didn’t expect.  As we prepared for it last week I was constantly reminded about our annual strategy meeting during which we committed to each other to live the white-knuckled, all-systems-go, adrenaline-filled life of “getting shit done”. As we speak, two of our new team members are heading to Chicago for the next event.  Sleeping on couches, driving long days, and tirelessly promoting the story of MyFight.  We’ve an incredible team, I’m excited to see where we are in 5 years.

Buy one of MyFights Shirts Here. Follow them onTwitter. Oh and design a Tshirt for them Here !

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COMMUNITY, FOR YOU BUT NOT ABOUT YOU

(The names are made up, for privacy)


Just finishing up my post about the frame for building community. Wow, this has been a wonderful thursday. I feel momentarily successful. Maybe I’ll grab some lunch before I do my final edit. Alright, the pasta place around the corner it is. Then I’ll post. Wait….

Why is Anthony crying?

Oh gosh, he is bawling. He is really going for it. Anthony is crying in the arms of another man?

Lunch will have to wait…

Yesterday…
Yesterday I threw out my Thursday post.
Why? Because it sucked, and I am a two-timing know-it-all.

But Anthony?
Let me tell you about Anthony.
Anthony radiates humility unlike any 30 somethin’ year old I know. I would put my money on him being the kindest person of 2012.

I had just finished writing a post about what community and belonging looks like (or at least what I think/thought it looked like) to find a grown man bawling. Anthony was bawling because he is extremely lonely. I am not talking, “Hey I haven’t been on Facebook for while. Man when is she going to text me back? Wow I’ve been alone for 3 hours,” kind of loneliness.

I am talking authentic loneliness.

The type of loneliness that comes from being away from your family, away from your friends, away from your culture, and away from your mother tongue.

I have never felt what he feels.

There I was. Writing about what it means to belong while being completely unobservant of some one I see everyday, and do lunch with once a week.

I have neglected him because his english is not the best, and I don’t speak a lick of his language. I have other friends here that speak perfect English…do I dare say…
It is easier to kick back with them?

What happened yesterday made me ask two questions:

1: How am I destroying community?

&

2: How am I creating community?

HOW NICK DESTROYS COMMUNITY By Nick Edwards, Forward by La Douche

The unfortunate truth is Community is generally absorbed and destroyed because of selfishness.
What I mean is this:

“Hey Nick I haven’t seen you around for a while?” he says
“Yeah, I am just trying out some new places .” I reply
“Oh, cool, well we miss you man. It would be great to see you more.” He says
“Thanks, Brett” I end

Or maybe this one liner: It just not quite the community we are looking for.

When we use these lines, what we are really saying is, ” You know, it just doesn’t meet my requirements for what I imagine true community to be like.”
What we are really saying is…
“Hello I am an American-have-it-my-way nonfat two pumps white mocha thanks.”

Type of guy.

It trends on twitter, well maybe thats because #Community is no longer canceled on NBC.
Books, blog posts, sermons on community… we know it well.
People love the idea of community rather than actual community.

Why?

Because the people you create don’t have problems, and don’t bother your way of living.
We end up neglecting community and not loving people because they can disrupt what our idea of community looks like.

Worse yet, We write a micro blog on our Tumblr account about how lonely we are. How our search for community has come up stale and dry.
How do I know this? I am the guy sitting at the table next to you sporting my Beats by Dr Dre in this coffee shop everyone goes to blogging about the same thing on my Tumblr.
See you here same time tomorrow? Yeah I probably won’t say a word to you next time I see you either because you were not quite the type of Portlandia I want to be a part of.

REDEMPTION, THE FALL AND RAISE OF NICK By Jesus, Forward by Jesus

The truth is,
and for believers its simple,

Walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. There is one body and one Spirit

Community is not actually about what you can gain. On the contrary. It is about what you can give. The ground work has already been laid for community. For unity. We actually don’t need to create it.

We need to maintain it.
We need to maintain it, and invite people into it.

“But I am Pentecostal and he is Mennonite?”
Sorry “Bro” it doesn’t matter.

“She liked the Twilight series, and I am more Jane Eyre…”
Sorry “home girl” it doesn’t matter.

“We only kinda speak the same language?”
Bro… sorry doesn’t matter.

So what am I really saying: Pour into, build up, be selfless, give a little more time, invite. They deserve it. Get a little uncomfortable. You were made for community, but its not about you.
It’s about everyone else

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