I knocked on the door of a family, looking for a young man I had not seen in months. He had been in and out of addiction, and on my mind for some time. There was no answer. We walked around the block, praying. As we came around a corner a woman’s car stopped and she pulled over. She frustratedly tried to start it, and repeated to no avail. “Pedro!” she yelled out of her window. “Pedro!”
“Hey, do you need a hand?” I asked.
“Go up the stairs and knock on the door on the right, and tell Pedro I need his help!” she shouted in reply.
I did so. A shirtless man opened the door. “There’s no Pedro here” he said after I relayed the story, to the sound of the woman’s curses and false car starts from below.
When I returned to the street the woman was upset that I had come back without Pedro. “No, he’s there! Tell them I live there. Pedro!”
Hearing the scene, the man and a woman came down from the apartment, and an argument erupted between them and the lady in the car, over Pedro’s status in the apartment. The whole time her car was in the road, blocking the driveway.
“Can we give you a push?” I offered. The argument continued while we guided the car to the curb. A look of revelation came over the man’s face. “Do you mean the Mexican guy?” the man asked.
“Yes! Pedro!”
“Oh yeah, she does live there” said the other young woman. “You mean the guy who just moved in?” The car was in park. Tension was high between everyone. Then another man walked around the corner of the building. “Pedro!” shouted the woman with the car. He smiled calmly, and walked up to her car. It was clear we couldn’t be of any more use, so we went on our way.
In a strange way I felt we had been invited into the chaos of these people’s lives, however briefly. The whole scene was hilarious and confusing. I realized I knew very little of this life of chaos and struggle. I continued to pray often for this community beloved by Jesus.
Later I was leading the Bible study on our Wednesday night church gathering, called Together. We were starting at the beginning – Genesis 1. “Now the earth was formless and empty,darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters” (verse 2, ESV). My favorite (and one of my only) Hebrew phrases is tohu wa bohu, like helter skelter, translated here as formless and empty and used elsewhere in the Bible to describe cities destroyed in battle. This was a chaotic darkness. Out of this God begins by speaking, creating light, and separating it from darkness. Then more separating, of sky and sea, of sea and land. By the end of the third day it is no longer formless, but remains empty. Then God speaks and fills this creation with lights, fish and birds, all kinds of creatures and humans. It was “very good.”
Finally, work finished, God rests on the seventh day. I shared what I had discovered in researching the text, that this language is paralleled later in the narrative of the construction of the tabernacle, which is given form, then filled, and then when the work is done, God’s presence enters. From this chaos, God brought form, filled it and rested in it.
Now I think of the places where there is no order, no boundaries, where there is emptiness and confusion. I think of a woman, the mother of three whose husband is incarcerated and has no income or family support. I think of many families who work on farms over the summer and fall, who may be without work until flower season begins in the spring. I think of the isolated, those stuck in addiction and inaction, those caught in cycles of violence as perpetrators and victims. As in creation, I believe this is still where God loves to move. Though we pray and work for that end, for God’s kingdom on Earth as in Heaven, the turmoil seems to prevail. It is my prayer that the Lord create and fill these places with his life.