Lose the Title – Grab a Towel
A few weeks ago we held a formal dinner in East Baltimore. This dinner was held for invited guests -local neighbors- who had previously expressed an interest in our ministry.
This dinner was a powerful moment for me as I observed our team go over the top for strangers in a different part of town. Led by our Children’s Ministry Director (and my assistant), Ashley Ritter, the team donned white button-up shirts and black slacks. Each team member came straight from their jobs around the city. One of our team members works in Washington D.C. so her drive took over an hour to get to this mid-week dinner.
The Dinner:
Ashley and her team did an outstanding job. With food from an award-winning restaurant in the city, and glass place settings, the setup was professional and complete.
Classical music played as our guests arrived, orders were placed, and beverages brought out. In that moment I knew we took the right posture. We didn’t have to verbalize our intent, we had created an environment to demonstrate it. The love was obvious and evident. God was in the house. God’s love was in the hands and hearts of the servers and that love was felt by our guests.
I spoke for a few minutes during dinner from Philippians 2:1-11. That passage is our heartbeat as we serve our city.
At the conclusion of the evening we found that nearly everyone attending agreed to help us launch the church in some way. Approximately 90% of our guests -via written survey- said they would like to attend a bible study.
I’m not suggesting that we’re going to have a mega-church in East Baltimore anytime soon. I am saying that the vision we have to build a church in two drastically different communities can work. We’ve already proven a lot of ‘experts’ wrong. I’d love to see more people lose their title and pick up a waiter’s towel. The Kingdom of God could use a lot more practitioners and a lot less prognosticators.
I believe American Christianity would look differently if suburban ministries focused on directly impacting our nation’s cities. The reality is that our Captivate family got as much or more from serving as those who were being served.





