The Mission Field

The Underhill Playground in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn.

The Underhill Playground in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn.

As a temporary freelancer and stay-at-home mom, I have been spending quite a lot of time in our neighborhood of Prospect Heights, Brooklyn. It is a jewel of a community, with a mix of African American and Caribbean residents who have inhabited the brownstones and prewar apartment buildings for more than a generation, alongside the expected influx over the past fifteen years or so (with increased speed in just the last 5 years) of artists and musicians, young families, and single, young professionals. Gentrification, yes, but boy am I tired of that term being used universally to describe a phenomenon that is unique and specific in each community. Some small businesses are being forced out by increased rent, yes. A lot of small businesses are finding their way in. There are no Starbucks (hallelujah!), no national chain restaurants. The owners and managers of the businesses typically live in the neighborhood; their investment goes way beyond the profitability of their business. They walk their dogs down the block; they send their children to the local, public schools; they patronize the established businesses that long preceded them.

The local playground is a feast for the eyes and the cherry on top of the sundae that is our chosen home. Renovated seven years ago, it is occupied from dawn ’til dusk with such a vast array of diversity that I’m often caught people-watching rather than child-watching… The young professionals, mostly white, though by no means entirely. Caribbean and African American. Orthodox Jewish. Japanese. German. Australian.

And on a beautiful little corner, one block away from the playground, sits a Presbyterian Church. There is a large, historic Roman Catholic Church a few blocks down, and a host of storefront churches lining the larger avenues. But by and large, you would be hard pressed to identify anybody headed to church on a Sunday morning. The coffee shop is packed; the bagel shop mobbed; the playground full. The beautiful little Presbyterian church has a small (very small) faithful congregation with an average age of 70+. I think, though I don’t know for certain, that they long to engage the community outside their door, but simply don’t know how or can’t find the resources to do so.

I’ve had sideways conversations with a lot of moms and dads about their religious backgrounds and choices. Many, I’d even say most, tell me that they wished they had a connection to a local congregation because they want their children to grow up with some relationship to a community of faith. But the parents are unchurched, or long since separated from their ‘church of origin,’ and they don’t know where to begin. It’s not easy to make a decision to ‘church shop’- to troll the internet and Yelp for local congregations, to dress the kids and wait for the bus…

And here is where I stand, gazing in one direction to my cohort of parents with young children, sorting out the logistics of career, childcare, finances, schooling, sanity… and gazing in the other direction at my beloved ‘church’- the place where I have so often found God’s presence made manifest in worship and community.

I want to bridge the gap. I want the one to see the value of the other. I want the one to be enriched by the other. I want the needs of both to be met by the other.

It’s happening in some places. I know folks and communities who are doing it. It’s not happening here, in my little corner of New York City. Not that I can see. Not yet.

I’ve looked around long enough, to see who might be willing to take up the task of building that bridge…

I am saying this out loud because I need y’all to hold me accountable. Not to achieve ‘success.’ But to follow the path where it might lead. To not make excuses. To not miss an opportunity. To not try to convince you and myself that I’m not the right one for the job. (Let the biblical examples flow forth…)

Here goes…

 

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About RevMcC

I am a pastor, licensed social worker, consultant and workshop leader. I live in Brooklyn, NY, (the greatest place ever) with my husband and two children (the greatest people ever). I am an unqualified extrovert and lover of God. I try to live my life with gratitude, wonder, curiosity and attention.
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