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Steve the Cat
Steve the Cat | A Devotional

I had the honor of sharing the devotional last week at a Board Meeting. It was not my turn, but God laid on my heart the burdens we see each week at our 8th Street Mission. Because of this, I am reminded of Steve the Cat and his horrific journey to us and to his glorious and miraculous recovery.

I shared from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn…”

We have been alerted through our weekly prayer walks that some of our old friends from our Midtown Commons days have resurfaced in the neighborhood and perhaps as many as 20 are living in one location. By observation, it is obvious that they have fallen victim to those old demons. If we are reading what we are seeing correctly, it’s heroin and they are all knee deep in it and it’s heartbreaking.

Steve the Cat came to us on a recent Thanksgiving night while we were in New York City for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Our cat wrangler and sitter Mike realized that he had gained a new face and that little Steve was in trouble.

You see Steve had a raging infection in his body leaving him blind, emaciated, and in cardiac distress. He was dehydrated, had lost his ability to stand and somehow found his way onto our deck, through the cat door and found one of our pillowed cat cubbies where he prepared to die.

However, like so many times in life our God is in the little details, nudging us along and allowing us to see where he needs us to be. When we returned, we scooped little Steve up, all 3 pounds of him and headed to the Hollis Animal Clinic trying to decide if Steve would make it or if it would become just comfort measures for his last few and sad days. Dr. Hollis went to work giving Steve liquids and antibiotics and sending us home with a grocery list of do’s and don’ts to try to save our little gift from death. She told us that the outcome and his condition was grim.

This is where God stepped in, because Michael (not cat wrangler and sitter Mike) my best friend from grade school mailed a huge box of high fiber, high protein cat food to us arriving the same week we began Steve’s rehabilitation after the loss of his cat Buddy. Slowly through the shots, treatments and food Steve began to improve. I think we can honestly say that it took 6 to 7 months before Shelly and I ever said aloud, “I think Steve is going to make it.”

Isn’t Steve’s story just so God? The metaphor of how it is that we must come to him broken, dehydrated, emaciated and preparing to die so that the God of the universe will step in and begin our own journey of restoration, hope, and redemption. That choice is ours because he is waiting, praying that our face will turn to him. We have a saying around 8th Street that, “You have to be sick and tired of being sick and tired,” and we have seen God meet person after person right in the midst of their death march when they finally become sick and tired.

I closed our devotion time with the first line of Ecclesiastes 3:1, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”

So for us, our season and our time is now, intentionally Jericho Prayer walking the house of our 20 old friends. Verbalizing the joy of the gospel of Jesus Christ and the good news that he is there with us just waiting for these young kids caught up in the demons of Satan to be sick and tired of being sick and tired.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28.

We celebrated our second anniversary this past Thanksgiving with Steve the Cat. He is healthy and vibrant and although he will never regain his sight he is just one of the guys around the house. He has been known to chase his sisters through every room and across the entire length of the house. Steve gets into swatting matches with his brothers and thankfully allows us to sleep on one side of the bed as long as we do not bother him in his position laying sideways in the middle.

God is in the details, indeed.

Join us Thursdays at 7:30 PM as we prayer walk Midtown.

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Gospel Lived Out | What’s the Church Not Getting?

Mike D and I were having a conversation a few days ago about our 8th Street Mission and how God keeps validating the work we’re called to. The discussion led to Francis Chan and Alan Hirsch and if they stopped in one day what would be the first question out of their mouths about 8th Street?

“Jeff, what programs do you have in place?” Francis Chan might ask.

Followed by, “Are you cultivating an apostolic imagination and practice for the 21st century?” from Alan Hirsch.

Francis Chan asking that question? Yeah, no.

Okay, Alan Hirsch probably would ask his, but he wouldn’t be concerned with much that looks like the American church of today. Both men are pouring into the church as a whole and many would argue for the survival of our Christian faith.


Because we’ve stopped serving the biblical definition of the lost and poor and find ourselves drawn to the next trendy thought, program or celebrity pastor to run our church and more disturbingly, our walk with God.

So, where does this leave the lost and poor that Jesus talked about? It leaves them lost and poor and without a church that loves them.

Over the last year God has orchestrated a powerful movement in our local mission field. So much so, that dozens of differing churches and organizations have been drawn to the 8th Street Mission just wanting to be a part of what we’re doing. People pour in daily with this bright-eyed look on their faces just like the one we all had when we realized that salvation was our new truth and ask, “How can we help?”

Seeing this, church leadership has approached and asked what it is that we’re doing?

Typically, our reply is that we have no idea what we’re doing, we just show up and God does the rest. However, that’s not true, we do know what we’re doing. I say this with no pride or haughtiness, just unbounded honesty.

It’s the gospel of Jesus Christ lived out. It’s that simple and that complex.

There’s no fancy programming, methodology or seven habits of highly successful preachers, it’s just a bunch of broken and desperate men and women sharing the love of Christ the way he said to show it.

That’s why people are drawn to it and that’s why we’re called to it.

So why wouldn’t the church support that?

Hugh Halter might say, “It’s because broken and icky people make the pew sitters uncomfortable.”

This is not an indictment of the church, corporate or otherwise because we are all alumni and the church is responsible for us going farther and deeper in the holy word of God. I just think we’ve lost our way somewhere on the journey.

We have come to realize that a part of this new ride at 8th Street is to disciple dozens of gospel driven, God led cottage industries and somehow show them with one goal in mind, his kingdom.

And to model the gospel of Jesus Christ each day in our lives, as we love the church that sent us, the believers that don’t understand us, the lost and poor that Jesus shared with us, and toss away the next hip thing for the gospel that changed us.

16 Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. 17 When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted.18 Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. 19 Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”

Matthew 28:16-20

My challenge to you is to join us at 8th Street and if you can bring Alan Hirsch and Francis Chan with you—we could use the help.

Jeff and Michelle
Somewhere out in the Darkness on the Edge of Town

It’s been nearly 40 years since my 19th birthday. Over the last few weeks as my beautiful wife began to share her story and her part in what has become our story, I thought a lot about that kid and all the hope and dreams he had back in the late seventies. I reflect now how much of that journey was in many ways a Springsteen song, some literally and some in its essence of wanting and sorrow. His wordless introductions to songs like “Backstreets,” says more about heartbreak and longing than other artists do with their words.

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