Thank You and a Movie Recommendation

First, I'd like to thank you for reading this blog! There have been many more people talking about reading it than I ever imagined would. Thanks also for making comments--those of you who are doing so!

I have a request -- would everyone who is reading this right now please leave a comment on the blog just saying hi so I'll know who all is reading? I'd appreciate it. I see there is now a link to this blog at pcusa.org, along with our great poem from the Ghost Ranch retreat, and a newsletter from Patrick. You can read newsletters and blogs and view photo galleries from other Young Adult Volunteers around the country by clicking here.

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And now, on to a movie recommendation. Over the weekend my roommate Tara and I went to see the movie Jesus Camp which is currently playing in Green Hills. For those of you back home in Indiana, you'll have to go to Indy to see it, or wait until it opens in Columbus in November, or wait and rent the DVD. Jesus Camp is a documentary about a Christian children's minister who is part of the very influential conservative Christian movement. Pastor Becky Fisher runs her annual "Kids on Fire" camp, which is the subject of the film.

The film is framed by a demonstration of the rapidly growing political influence of conservative Christianity in the nomination and confirmation of SCOTUS Associate Justice Samuel Alito. The children at the camp are only taught about one social issue -- abortion, and well, Harry Potter (warlocks are the enemy of God, just so you know!). This type of Christianity, where personal conversion is the only important thing, flies in the face of the teachings of Jesus. There was very little love being given by this group. Fear was the main mode of operation. National Association of Evangelicals leader Ted Haggard (who meets with President Bush every Monday, while the president has rejected meetings with leaders from the United Methodist Church, his own denomination) is one of the "stars" of the documentary. He specifically calls out Presbyterians in one part of the film, which made Tara and I laugh out loud in the theater. "We don't need a General Assembly to tell us what God is thinking--we've got the Bible!"

It was interesting to attend church at Second Presbyterian the morning after seeing this movie. (Second is one of those "dead churches" as the kids in the movie called them, where they sing three hymns and have a sermon!) Second is a pretty progressive church in one of the most liberal denominations (a local choir of mostly gay and lesbian people sang this last week). There is quite a difference between a faith based on hatred and fear as in Jesus Camp and one that embraces the radically inclusive love of Jesus, being able to see the sacred image of God in each person regardless of their worldy condition.

http://www.jesuscampthemovie.com/

My EXTREME personality!

What do Dick Clark, Helen Keller, the Virgin Mary, John the Beloved Disciple, Fred Savage, E.T., Mister Rogers, Amy Tan, Jackie Kennedy, Neil Diamond, and Jeff Moles have in common?

We are all INFP's!

We got the results yesterday morning of one of the personality tests we took with our vocational discernment specialist, Janet -- the Myers-Briggs test. I am an INFP. What, you ask, is an INFP? Well, I thought the description fit me pretty darn well. I fit that category nearly perfectly. Everybody else's results were a little more wishy-washy than mine.

Here is the summary of what an INFP (Introvert-iNtuitive-Feeling-Perceptive) is like:

Full of enthusiasms and loyalties, but seldom talk of these until they know you well. Care about learning, ideas, language, and independent projects of their own. Tend to undertake too much, then somehow get it done. Friendly, but often too absorbed in what they are doing to be sociable. Little concerned with posessions or physical surroundings.

In general, they focus deeply on their values and devlote their lives to pursuing the ideal. They often draw people together around a common purpose and work to find a place for each person within the group. They are creative, and they seek ne ideas and possibilities. They quietly push for what is important to them, and they rarely give up. While they have a gentleness about them and a delightful sense of humor, they may be somewat difficult to get to know and may be overlooked by others. They are at their best making their world more in line with their internal vision of perfection.

I cheated a little bit and looked ahead at what we will be talking about in a future meeting with Janet, and this is the list of suggested career paths for INFP personality types (http://www.personalitypage.com/INFP_car.html):

-Writers
-Counselors/Social Workers
-Teachers/Professors
-Psychologists
-Psychiatrists
-Musicians
-Clergy/Religious Workers

I don't know--do you think I would ever want to do any of these?

Tourists

This past week has been a lot of fun. I have had my first visits from home -- two of those already! Brian and Sarah came for the weekend, and on Sunday night, as we were driving to the John Mayer/Sheryl Crow concert, my mom called and said that she, my dad, and my Aunt Barb and Uncle Jeff were coming on Tuesday. So, I've gotten to do some of the more touristy things around Nashvegas in the last several days. Here's a rundown of what I've been up to.

Brian and Sarah arrived on Friday night. They came over and saw our house, and I took Brian over to his accomadations. On Saturday, we went to the doughnut shop that is down the street from here (which does not even compare to either Baesler's or Square Donuts). We toured the church and the Campus for Human Development. After some lunch at McDougal's chicken, we came back and hung out at the house for a little while. We went to dinner at the Green Hills Grille, after which we spent a little time walking through the Mall at Green Hills, where none of us could afford to buy much of anything. The Green Hills Mall has several stores that don't include price tags in their routine -- Louis Vuitton, Tiffany's, etc. On Sunday, we went to church, where I was the lay assistant and played the piano for special music. After that, we went to Calypso for lunch, and walked around downtown before the concert that evening.

My parents and aunt and uncle got here Tuesday evening. I took them back to their hotel in Brentwood after going to dinner and coming back and seeing the Toolshed and meeting my roommates. On Saturday, we went to the church and Campus, and then the Upper Room Chapel, where I continue to be amazed by the robotic nature of the people who work there. We enjoyed a nice lunch at the White Trash Cafe, where trailer trash culture is celebrated. It is a meat-and-three that boasts a very unique atmosphere, including a bathtub and old tires as its exterior decor. During the afternoon, we went downtown, saw the Ryman Auditorium from the outside, and went to the Ernest Tubbs Record Shop. It continues to amaze me that there are live bands playing in bar after bar downtown no matter what time of what day you walk by. We then headed over to the tourist section of town--Opryland, where we saw the hotel, and the Opry Mills mall, which did not excite me that much.

It was great to see my family and to show them where I am living and working! Any visitors are more than welcome.

FYI: In the past week, I've gotten to see several celebrities in person:
-The cast of American Chopper on the Discovery Channel (Big Paul, Paulie, Mikey, Vinnie, Cody, and all of them)
-John Mayer (of course)
-Sheryl Crow (of course)
-EMMYLOU HARRIS (We are almost sure we saw her the other night. Her tour bus was pulled up in front of her house, as we'd seen before, and we saw a woman that definately could have been her getting in with some clothes. Even if it wasn't her, it was a half-sighting. I looked up pictures of her on the internet, and it did look just like her when she's not all made up for performances.)
-Sister Hazel (Do they count as celebrities anymore? We went to a free "unplugged" concert they gave at Borders last night.)

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We're headed over in about ten minutes to get the results from the myriad of personality tests that we took last month as the first step in our vocational discernment program. I'll let you know if I passed.

Living Wet, Part II

I just got home from another retreat! This time it was with my co-workers from the Campus for Human Development. The Campus rarely closes -- it is open even on Thanksgiving and Christmas -- but we did close yesterday afternoon and all day today so that the entire staff could get together for a time of rejeuvination, something that is needed when one works in a place that can be as draining as the Campus can be. One of my favorite things about the Campus is that all of its staff members are treated as equals from Rachel, the executive director, to Walter who works as a volunteer nearly full time, to Ron, who does the cleaning. And so, there we all were, at the Easter Seals Camp in Mt. Juliet, Tennessee, spending some time together in a way that we usually don't. There was no pressure. We were under no deadlines. There was nobody yelling at us, and nobody throwing things and using drugs. Well, I was on a few drugs to help me get over the cold we've all shared here at the NEP house, but everything was legal.

The theme, which sounded familiar after the event at Ghost Ranch, was water. We focused on the blessings given and received when one "gives a cup of cold water" to someone else, as we all do each day when we are working with Nashville's homeless population.

Highlights of our retreat included a song written by my fellow Campus intern John, announcing that our executive director was adopting a child...some of the craziest spontaneous dancing I've seen in a while...sharing the times we've seen the face of God at the Campus, casting our sins away, in the form of bread upon the water in the Jewish tradition...and some dead on impersonations of some of our participants. Each team was responsible for putting together a meal, so my team--the day team--put together reubens for supper last night. The administration team made waffles for breakfast, and the facilities and residential teams grilled a feast of steaks, smoked pork chops and pork tenderloins for a closing lunch today. I have a feeling we will all go back to work a little more refreshed and energized than usual on Monday morning.

My first four weeks working at the Campus have been quite an experience. You just simply never know what will happen in any given day. I have handled people's dirty pants. I've seen crack pipes. I've seen people (men and women) who have been beaten to a pulp. I've seen homeless people get housing. I had my first instance of dealing with a suicidal person just yesterday. Most everyone I'm around has been in prison. But mostly I have become comfortable being around these people and recognizing their humanity through whatever condition they are in.

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I am looking forward to this weekend because my first visitors from home are coming -- Brian and Sarah! They are on their way right now, and will be staying at our NEP site coordinator's guest house over in Belle Meade. They are coming mainly to see John Mayer and Sheryl Crow in concert on Sunday night, but I'd guess I'm at least number 3 on their list of people to see.

Living Wet

As of yesterday, we have been in Nashville one month now. We were able to, though, be officially oriented to our experience as PCUSA Young Adult Volunteers this past week at our National YAV Orientation at Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico. Ghost Ranch, one of the three national conference centers of the PCUSA, is situated on a vast amount of territory (33 square miles to be exact) in Northern New Mexico. Georgia O'Keefe did much of her artwork there, and it is a place where many dinosaur fossils have been found. You can see for miles from any one point, and majestic mesas surround the main camp area where simple accomidations encourage guests to relax and reconnect spiritually.

One of the best aspects of our trip was the chance to get to know the sixty Young Adult Volunteers who are serving in the United States this year. There were two young women from Cincinnatti who were just beginning their work with urban churches and non-profits. We met a lively group from Seattle where the YAVs have to work part time in "regular jobs" in addition to their mission work. There is a quite large group working in a new site this year, the Gulf Coast region, which is the first YAV site to be created in response to a particular event. They are mostly separated from one another; this was only the second time many of them had met. The Gulf Coast YAVs are helping run Presbyterian Disaster Assistance's large operation in response to Hurricane Katrina. There are two girls serving in Watsonville, California, where tensions include those between the hispanic and white populations. There are also two girls serving in separate areas of Alaska, who met one another for the first time at Ghost Ranch. They put on an entertaining skit that showed the rest of us that travelling and dealing with tourists is much easier in our locations. The YAVs serving in Miami live in two houses and serve in places similar to the ones we serve here in Nashville. Atlanta's group is one of the most similar to ours in program. The group from Tucson has clearly been profoundly impacted by their experiences so far in working on behalf of migrants from Mexico. Their experience on a Borderlinks trip is one where they found out the desparation of the people who are labelled "illegals" and despised by many in our culture.

There were several events for us designed to prepare us for the year of service that each of us had committed to. We had an "open space" meeting on racism. There was a time of reading and responding to case studies of actual situations that have confronted YAVs in the past (i.e. what do I do when I see the homeless guy on the streets downtown, etc.). We introduced ourselves and our work, we learned more about the PCUSA. I was a star of our Presbyterian Jeopardy game, though my team lost by just a few points. We performed skits for one another to share a little bit of how we live at our sites. We also sat through mundane presentations on our health insurance plan and how to be reimbursed for mileage and other expenses during the year.

For me, one of my favorite parts of the experience was worship. We were fortunate to have Chip Andrus, who is, for another month at least, an associate in the PCUSA's Office of Theology and Worship, and a well known worship leader and musician. Our worship experiences were deeply meaningful, and well planned around the theme of baptism -- "Living Wet." They were highly liturgical, which is the way I like things. Worshipping took "the work of the people." It was not a performance like so many contemporary worship services are. We followed the traditional model for morning and evening prayer found in the Book of Common Worship. We sang the traditional canticles -- "Canticle of the Turning," one of my favorite interpretations of Mary's Magnificat, the Canticle of Simeon (Lord let your servant go in peace...), "May our prayers rise like incense" as natural incense, sage, from Ghost Ranch was burned. We were sprinkled with baptismal water as we remembered our baptisms and recommitted to our baptismal vows.

On the way to New Mexico, I declared my goals to be as follows:

1. to see a cactus
2. to see a tumbleweed
3. to have a campfire

The first two were taken care of on the drive from the Albuquerque International "Sunport." I'm glad that happened because there wasn't a cactus or tumbleweed to be found the rest of the weekend. Number three finally happend on Saturday night, our last evening at Ghost Ranch. All 60 of us piled into far too few cars, vans and trucks (24 people in an 11 passenger van) and headed out into the wilderness to a fire pit where we enjoyed a few hours of singing, praying, laughing, and smore making around a roaring fire, which kept us warm during the very cold desert night. After a time of prayer and thanksgiving for the saints of our lives as a way of transitioning into the next day's celebration of Communion, we enjoyed our time together and sang songs accompanied by the amazing number of talented musicians among us. Our repertoire ranged from old folk songs from Knockin on Heaven's Door to Lord I Lift Your Name on High to Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing.

It was a great experience to connect to so many people and to beat them all at Presbterian trivia. More importantly, it was great to become closer to my Nashville group as we strive to live out together the promises made at our baptism. Sealed with the cross of Christ forever, we die and rise again each day to the new life we have together in loving our God and our neighbors.



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We are poets and didn't know it

I didn't think I would be posting while here at Ghost Ranch, but I am in the computer lab typing out this wonderful poem that the four NEP volunteers have written, and I thought I should give its debut in cyberspace. Each site is responsible for performing a "minimally informative" skit or something (a poem in our case) this evening, so here is our contribution...


UNTITLED
by Patrick, Tara, Jeff and Chasie

We like your skits,
but we wrote a poem.
About our life
in our new home.

That home is Nashville, Tennessee,
Jeff, Tara, Patrick...and Chasie.

We live in a toolshed,
it’s kind of small.
Most people don’t realize it’s a house at all.

We have two love seats,
that’s all that will fit.
We spend time together,
because there’s nowhere else to sit.

It takes two giant ssteps to get to Second Pres,
where apparently we’re on the staff,
or so the bulletin says.

We use sticky traps and prayer to keep the brown recluses away,
but clearly they don’t work,
‘cause we find them every day.

But our work is the main thing that we do.
We don’t just hang out with our neighbor, Emmylou.

Jeff works with the homeless.
His job is wowsers!
He helps them wash their soiled trousers.

Chasie makes kids laugh
when she can’t dance,
and helps women get their GED
for a better chance.

Tara helps Hispanic people immigrate,
and gets mad when gringos like to hate.

Preston Taylor is Patrick’s new hood.
He helps kids read and write good.

We’re not country stars yet,
and we may never be.
But we’re one step closer,
living in Nashville, Tennessee.

Al Gore's trash is another man's treasure

Here is another post of random bits of information that don't necessarily fit into any other posts. Enjoy!

SIXTH FLOOR OF THE LOEWS VANDERBILT

This Monday, I got made fun of for being excited about going to Al Gore's office to pick up items he was donating to the Campus for Human Development. As the true politics lover that I am, I volunteered to go with two other staff members and an Odyssey guy (from the long-term homelessness recovery program of the Campus) to pick up five boxes and a computer from the office of "The Honorable Al Gore and Tipper Gore" in suite 620 of the Loews Vanderbilt Hotel downtown. Unfortunately my neighbor Al must have not known that I would be there since he was not there to greet me. He left that duty to his receptionist. We did a lot of laughing about how we must have looked pulling up to a swanky hotel in our huge old light blue van that was full of trash and smelled terrible.

When we got back to the Campus, of course, I couldn't wait to go through Al's old things, which were mostly books. He donated exactly what you would expect Al Gore to: mostly books on the environment, along with several prepublication copies of political books. There was one anti-George Bush book included, which I thought was funny.



FROM HIGH PLACES TO LOW ONES

Lest you think all of my time in Nashville is spent hanging out with Emmylou Harris and Nicole Kidman -- and you can trust me on this one -- it is not.

Last week at the Campus I had some unprecedented contact with some human waste. On Tuesday, a gentleman wet his pants and handed them to me (and they went in the trash pretty quick). On Wednesday, I helped a guy who didn't make it to the bathroom get some new clothes--not just wet this time. After I was telling a co-worker about the aforementioned incidences, she said, "Jeff, I wouldn't come in tomorrow to see what you'll get on day 3."


JEREMY IRONS AND THE MUMMY

One day last week, I got the chance to go on a Campus field trip to the Frist Center for the Visual Arts' exhibit "Egypt," which is apparently the largest collection of authentic ancient Egyptian artifacts ever exhibited in the US. It was fairly interesting. I enjoyed the mumified dog and cat especially. The exhibit was one where each person wears headphones and gets narration by pressing certain numbers into their personal keypads according to what exhibit he or she is at. Egypt was narrated by "academy award winning actor" Jeremy Irons. The four staff members and four Odyssey guys who went enjoyed their afternoon.


DANGER LURKING: THE BROWN RECLUSE

On our first evening here, after being told that the last person to work where I am working through NEP was hit, our site coordinator Susan also shared that our house was full of brown recluse spiders. Way to save the juicy details until after we're already here!

We have caught several brown recluses, one of which is pictured at right. They sprayed for them before we came, and the good people at the Cook Pest Control company left us a whole stack of sticky spider traps, which is where we have been finding the brown recluses, which are easy to identify because, aside from the fact that they are huge, have fiddles on their backs. Though none of us has been bit yet, the brown recluse problem has been a good source of conversation and joking around Second. Drunk people are the least of my concerns -- we've got poisonous spiders lurking!


ON A MORE POSITIVE NOTE

As part of the NEP experience, each of us has been assigned a mentor for the year. I was fortunate enough to get two mentors (I must have been an obvious case of special need!) who have some connections to home. Revs. John and Annie McClure are Presbyterian pastors. He is a professor of homiletics at Vanderbilt Divinity School, and she works for the Presbyterian Publishing Corporation, though her office is at United Methodist Publishing here in Nashville. John was a friend and professor of Lant Davis (Central Pres-TH pastor) at Louisville Seminary. I should report that I hear Lant was an exceptional student, by the way. John also taught my roommate Patrick's pastor from home. John and Annie's daughter, Leslie, is a singer, and we NEP volunteers enjoyed attending a concert of hers a few weeks ago at which John played guitar in the band. The McClures took me out for dinner tonight.


FRUIT TEA, ANYONE?

One of the biggest cultural differences I've noticed here is in the iced tea department. Aside from the familiar sweetened vs. unsweetened thing (and they do love their extremely sweet tea here), they also serve fruit tea to no end. It's like iced tea mixed with orange juice or something, and is pretty good.


MEETING OF THE MINDS

We had a meeting today at the Campus of the "high ups" and the four interns. They call us volunteers "interns" for lack of a better word, though they say they don't like that title since they consider each one of us a part of the regular staff. Typically the Campus will have one intern in any given year, but this year there are four, which has given them an unexpected amount of help which they're really loving. I am here with the Presbyterians, there is a Jesuit volunteer in a program similar to NEP, there is a recent high school graduate who is taking a year off before she starts at Vandy next year, and there is a Vanderbilt student who is interning there as a part of a class.

Anyway, today we met with Father Charlie Strobel, who is the founder of the Campus and a nationally recognized leader on homelessness issues. He is officially retired from his day to day duties at the Campus as its executive director, but I've seen him there most days. We are going to be meeting with him as the intern group on a near weekly basis to debrief our experiences and to share in fellowship with one another away from work. We discussed how difficult it is to talk about what we do on a daily basis with people who don't have any idea what we're doing or what working with the homeless is like. As our director Rachel said, people who work at the Campus say things like, "I was in the alley the other day and there was this guy who was trying to hide his crack pipe from me and this other guy who was standing there naked, and I looked down and noticed I stepped in some gum and I was really upset about having to clean off my shoe." People in the "outside world" don't always see the world the way people who work in the world of the Campus do.

Charlie described the world in our meeting today as:

1. small
2. armed
3. unequal
4. interconnected
5. poor

Are we engaged in the world as Charlie Strobel describes it? Or, are we living a life of comfort?


TAKING A VACATION

The blog will be quiet for a few days. The four NEP volunteers are heading to Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico tomorrow morning. Our flight leaves Nashville at 7:30am, so we will be up early. We will be joining other Young Adult Volunteers from the other sites around the U.S. for our National YAV Orientation Event. We will be getting back here late on Sunday, so I will hopefully be posting some pictures and reflections from our little vacation.

A tale of two organ donors

Link to a good article about my church(es) from today's Tribune-Star from my favorite T-S columnist, formerly from the San Francisco Chronicle, Stephanie Salter:

http://www.tribstar.com/local/local_story_266211636.html

Welcome to the Toolshed

“Hi, you’ve reached the smallest, greenest house in Green Hills. Leave a message for Chasie, Patrick, Tara, or Jeff, and we’ll get back to you.” -our answering machine

It is no lie to say that we live in the smallest and greenest house in the neighborhood. In fact, many people apparently don’t realize that it is a house where people live. We have had people come up onto our patio and use our hose. Yesterday, we had to do some creative driving to get out of our driveway since someone parked right in front of it. We don’t know if our house, which is called “the toolshed” by people in the church, is painted dark green because that’s what paint was available or because they want this little cement block and wood structure to blend in as much as possible to the leafy Green Hills neighborhood we live in. I think the Toolshed looks like a cabin from some summer camp from the outside. The inside is very nice, and has been well maintained. Apparently our “less than 600 square foot” house at the rear of the church property actually was used to store tools for a while.

I have a feeling that by July, it will not be the cramped living conditions of the NEP house that will be the lasting memory from this year, but it will be the people who lived in it and the experiences we have shared that will stay with each of us. As Chasie said the other evening, “can you imagine how close we will be by the end of this year?”

Here is an introduction to the four Young Adult Volunteers living and serving together this year with the Nashville Epiphany Project.

Originally from Richardson, Texas, Patrick recently graduated from UT-Austin, where he majored in mechanical engineering. He is a big Longhorns football fan as we have witnessed on the last few Saturdays. Patrick was involved in his campus ministry at UT and while there felt like he might be feeling a call to ministry, though he is still discerning whether that call is to seminary and professional ministry or not. Patrick has one younger brother. Patrick is a laid back guy, and is always willing to be our resident expert in doing things like using tools and putting up shelves. He introduced us to a terrible card game called Set. He gets up early and rides his bike, making the rest of us feel guilty.

In Nashville, Patrick is working at Preston Taylor Ministries. PTM works with children who live in the Preston Taylor homes, a public housing project, with a strong emphasis on increasing reading skills. Patrick is coordinating a lunch buddy program, and has been eating lunch in school cafeterias many days.

Tara is from Blowing Rock, North Carolina, near Boone in the mountains. She graduated this spring from Wake Forest, home of the Demon Deacons, with a double major in Spanish and religion. Her interests include BBT (Barbara Brown Taylor), fake banana flavoring, and DCWL (Diet Coke with Lime). Tara is passionate about social justice issues, including those related to Latin America. She is thinking about going to seminary, though she is not sure exactly what she wants to do after that yet. Tara has one younger sister.

Tara is working with Conexion Americas this year in Nashville. Conexion is a fairly new organization that advocates for Nashville’s
quickly growing Hispanic population, and helps new immigrants adapt to life here. Tara has had the chance to be involved in responding to local issues like a proposed English-only ordinance and hate crimes against Latinos.

Chasie (rhymes with Stacy) is our resident Tennessean, hailing from Chattanooga. She graduated from Rhodes College, a small Presbyterian school in Memphis, with a major in Spanish. Chasie is very close to her three siblings, all of whom are younger. She wishes that she could find someone to play tennis with, and enjoys running on occasion. She also likes to sing.

Chasie’s site placement in Nashville is with the Martha O’Bryan Center, which serves the residents of the James Cayce Homes, Nashville’s most densely populated area of poverty, located in an area where crime and violence is commonplace. She has been experiencing many of the services that Martha O’Bryan offers in her first two weeks, but will probably be working mostly with adult education programs.

Well, if you’re reading this you probably already know me, but I’ll tell you about myself anyway. I am from Terre Haute, Indiana, and graduated in August from Indiana State University with a major in political science. I am close to my family
and have a younger brother and sister. I enjoy music and dislike playing games that use reasoning and thinking such as Scrabble. I was beat by a score of 165-50 by a homeless man
just this week.

I am working this year at the Campus for
Human Development, which works with Nashville’s homeless population. My day at work typically includes working at the support desk, loading the vans that go to various locations, sitting in the day room talking with people and providing hospitality, sorting mail, working in the store, sorting mail, entering points for use in the store, handing out mail, and sorting mail.

Steeple Draws Faithful Again

Link to article from The Tennessean

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