North Street Band become “buskers” in Parma, Italy…

Francesco had this idea that we should go out on the street, where the people were, do some music and then hand-out invitations to the Friday night concert. To be honest, we weren’t too sure about this. I had my doubts because when I have tried to hand out invites or tracts, I have been thoroughly turned aside. I think this partly has to do with my being a foreigner and people thinking that, something I might give them would be in English and therefore irrelevant. Nevertheless, since we are guests and committed to supporting the ground team, we decided to try it. At two in the afternoon on Thursday we met on Via Farini, an area where many small cafes reach off of the curb and into the streets under large canopies of umbrellas. Usually at lunch (12:30 to 3:30) hundreds of young Italians sit and stand having their glass of wine, beer along with a Panini or slice of pizza. Regrettably, on this day it was unusually quiet with less than thirty percent of what might normally be expected. In spite of this discouragement, Fred, Joel and Asher struck up the Johnny Cash tune, “Grey Stone Chapel” which arrested people in mid- bite or mid-sip. No one expected to hear what they were getting. While the band went from song to song we (Dave Tysoe, the drummer and I) as well as others handed out invitations to Friday nights’ concert at Teatro Toscanini.

Usually, almost all street ministry is unproductive and often counter-productive accomplishing the opposite of what you hope for. In this instance, this was not the case with people eagerly taking our invitational cards. On several occasions I had conversations with English speakers who expressed their appreciation for the sound and skill. When I told them what we were up to, several said they’d come and many of those promises were fulfilled. About fifteen people at the concert were people we met on Farini and Cavour Streets in the center of Parma. Poor Asher had to drag a double-  base from place to place but it proved to be well worth the effort.

Here, I would like to re-iterate what I have said in other places. In all of my years of street ministry in Italy, this was undoubtedly the best reception I have ever had.

Let me give a little final advice at this point. This would not have been nearly as successful with about ninety percent apparently expressing approval if the band had been less than terrific. This is one of the problems with American style street evangelism (mimes and music) in Italy and Europe. Americans do not yet understand that Europeans are culturally sophisticated and will not tolerate mimes that feature tee-shirts turned inside out as costumes and card board boxes with hearts painted on the side as props.

As important as the audience and message might be, we must buy credibility by doing our best at what we do. Any audience must have some reason to listen to us share our story. Europeans are suspicious of the Church, “Christianity” and religion. They come into the conversation already having a bad taste in their mouths. Creating confidence is the big challenge and few will care about the message unless the messenger is credible.

Thunder Bay Family and Ministry Visit

Yes, she's cute! My oldest grand daughter, Alysha at twelve. The Hedrick's took me out for my birthday supper. Here I caught Alysha charming her dad. She is able to sap him of all strength.

 

 

My oldest grand daughter, Alysha at thirteen. The Hedrick’s took me out for my birthday supper. Here, I caught Alysha charming her dad. She is able to sap him of all strength.

Regrettably, the Sky and Angie Hedrick clan of Thunder Bay, Ontario didn’t make it down for the reunion so I went up to see them over the weekend and in the process of having a good visit, preached at Grassroots Church where they attend. 

One of my all time favorite people. My grandson Justin at fifteen. He is a very likeable and principled young man.

One of my all time favorite people. My grandson Justin at fifteen. He is a very likeable and principled young man.

 Sky and Angie oversee a “heart of the city” ministry in downtown Thunder Bay. They reach out to the homeless and marginalized, many of whom are First Nation peoples.  Every week hundreds of the hurting and disenfranchised drop in for coffee and encouragement. They are doing an amazing thing and real pioneers!

GRASSROOTS COMMUNITY

I have known the Grassroots people for almost six or seven years. Pastor Chris and his wife Shawnee are among my dearest friends. They began with a handfull of friends and in a few years have managed to grow to a congregation of nearly 140 people.

The new home of the Grassroots Community on Balmoral Street.

The new home of the Grassroots Community on Balmoral Street.

 They, for a period of about six years hosted a residential training school called “Great Commission Bible Institute” where I have taught on many occasions. They took a “Through the Bible” approach and produced some exemplary believers. Just recently they were able to assume a large and well equipped building where they hope to begin the school again. I am glad to have been a part of their work and hope I continue to contribute to their influence and growth. 

Interior Sunday morning view of Grassroots at worship. I preached there on Sunday morning to a crowd of about 100 or more. Simple, relevant and Authentic. If ever in Thunder Bay, grassroots is a good place to hang your hat.

Interior Sunday morning view of Grassroots at worship. I preached there on Sunday morning to a crowd of about 100 or more. Simple, relevant and Authentic. If ever in Thunder Bay, Grassroots is a good place to hang your hat.