The Weight of the World
Oh my...having read portions of this prior to the riots in Paris made that news more real for me.
But there were two sections that I concentrated on, because they resonated with me personally. I volunteer with Chaplain's Eagles and teach a weekly Bible Study class for incarcerated youth an LA County Probation Camp up in the mountains.
I read "Inside 'The Zone'" about a hustler in an American Black ghetto to help me understand their culture. About half of the boys I work with are African American, mostly gang bangers, either Bloods or Crips. In the article I found some of the details meshed with my experience. They boys greatly respect people who are authentic and "keep it real". They have a sensitive BS radar. They also place a great emphasis on being tough. Of course, they don't always feel tough on the inside and I know that. Sometimes they know I know that.
They all dreams about what they want to be on the outside and sometimes speak of it. But few know how to create a plan to make those dreams a reality. Most want it now - and plans often take years to come to fruition.
There's one section where they talk about Rickey's relationship with women:
...if need be calling to the rescue one of his many lady friends....he takes trouble to maintain "at all costs" these ambiguous relationships that tie him to several women who each believe the she is "the one and only".
That section reminded me of a conversation our class was having about sex, faithfulness and marriage. One of the young men proclaimed "I can't just stay with one girl,you know what I'm sayin'". I looked at him and smiled sweetly and said, "Please don't consider this an insult, but if that's the case you're not worth having". The room erupted in laughter.
The second section I focused on was "Homeless in El Barrio". The other half of the young men I work with are Hispanic. Snippets of this chapter were familiar to me as well.
When Ramon talked about his mother, I recall how often the young men are shamed by how much they have hurt their mother. I watch their faces while they talk to their mother's on the phone in "Intake". There is often a softness, a wistfullness on their faces and in their voices. I sense the love.
Many of the young men are unmarried fathers. It's a sign of manhood there. Their faces soften when they speak of their girlfriends and their kids. It's hard to watch children having children. It's hard to know that their actions are condemning their girlfriends and children to a life of poverty and violence. To walk that fine line of "keeping it real" and telling them what I know to be true, without adding to the shame they already feel. To hate the sin and love the sinner. I'm sorry if this is less of a critique and more of a rant.
On Saturday the 10th there will be an "open house" at the Camps for families. I will be there, to talk to the families. The work I do is frustrating, because regulations state I cannot work "in the field" with these young men as they leave the probation camp. I see the need for those regulations and I know that the work we do is valuable. But perhaps my frustration is a sign that I'm being led to another place. Perhaps it's also God reminding me that His work is not limited by my competence or lack thereof. Thank God for that!