Cars and Community - Weber Newsletter

Tow truck drivers are the most interesting people. “You’d better not bring those potato chips into the cab of my truck!” he boomed at Kirk, “I gave up smoking two days ago and I’ll eat em!”  He then proudly told us about how he got shot three times, once for interrupting a domestic dispute (the woman he rescued shot him!), and then twice in Iraq as a US Marine. “I got a papercut once!” Kirk quipped. “Yeah those @*%# papercuts hurt like hell!” We were, one at a time, becoming acquainted with CAA’s whole fleet of tow truck drivers, as our poor PT Cruiser coughed and sputtered its way to its demise.  We’ve finally laid it to rest, with some sadness, as we had inherited it from Kirk’s dad when he passed away and it carried lots of happy memories.  Dr. Weber loved his car – he purchased it as a gift to himself when he retired, and kept it in mint condition.  It has served us well over the years, but finally gave up the ghost this week.   We find ourselves carless and in an accelerated season of ministry.  Geographically it’s a challenge.  We live in Burlington.  The House of Prayer is in Waterdown.  And we have several meetings a week in Hamilton as we are laying the foundation for re-launching GOHOP/the Urban Monastery there in the fall.  Kirk’s acute photosensitivity prevents him from being able to walk/cycle, or take the bus anywhere longer than 5 minutes away.  So here I am today, working from home, praying for God’s provision, and letting you all know about our need. The reality is that sharing honestly about our needs creates community.  I’m a very (sinfully so, I’ve become aware) independent person.  I don’t want to be a bother to anyone.  I’m a hard worker and I can do it all by myself!  I don’t mind gathering teams and creating collaboration for projects, but letting people know about my own personal needs makes me acutely uncomfortable.  I would rather be self contained and self sufficient – thank you very much.  But it is when we are vulnerable with one another about our needs that we have opportunity to care for one another in deep, practical and meaningful ways.  My neighbour gave me some milk last week when I didn’t have any, and I got all weepy and choked up as God manifested His love towards me in that simple act of sharing. On Thursday nights we are running a course on Christ Centred Community as we prepare the ground for the House of Prayer/Urban Monastery to shift to downtown Hamilton.  I am finding the course, which is facilitated by, very challenging as I realize how much our culture, and my lifestyle militates against true community.  Essentially, in many ways, we hang “Do not Disturb” signs over the doors of our lives as we flit from event to event in our daytimers, and then close the door behind us when we get home at night, collapsing on the couch in order to de-compress.  Our course participants made a commitment a week ago to take the “Do not Disturb” sign off our lives, and to invite God to disturb us – to interrupt us (you realize that Jesus ministry on earth was comprised mainly of interruptions, right?), and to take us into deeper community. Little did I know that commitment would entail us losing our means of transportation.  Yeesh, you think we would have learned by now to stop praying those dangerous prayers.  So here we are, without a car or the means to obtain one, trusting the goodness of God, but feeling vulnerable, and letting our community of friends in Southern Ontario and beyond, know where we are at.  Short term if anyone has a car we can borrow immediately, that would be fantastic.  Longer term, we need to acquire another vehicle as soon as we can.  Kirk’s only criterion is that it fit a guitar case sideways in the trunk! If you would like to help out or know someone who can, let us know by emailing is at