Thanks Joe (Germantown Part2)

The view of Germantown from my room
As I continued my jog through Germantown, I began noticing closed, empty church buildings. It was like a bone yard for dead church buildings. I had to have passed at least four dead churches. I stopped at one that looked a good bit better than the others and looked in the windows and the glass doors. Everything looked clean—just empty. I began to tear up as I prayed for God to allow the Axis Church to pick up where these other churches left off. Just at that moment I heard dogs—mean dogs—behind me. At least there was a fence between us. Nonetheless, I continued my walking and praying.
About two blocks away I noticed the Morgan Park and Gymnasium. It is at the center of Germantown. It is the place we would like to rent out for a season as The Axis Church begins to grow. I knew that a guy named Mike was in charge of the park, so I decided to try to meet him. I approached the stairs leading up to the entrance and I began to tear up again. I prayed, “God, please allow people to walk up these very stairs to hear your true gospel and may they be saved from hell—rescued to heaven.” The stairs were covered in leaves from last fall. The park itself is altering its hours because of lack of interest. This is very sad because it is an extremely nice facility and very clean. I entered and asked for Mike. I spoke with him about renting the building and he seemed interested in helping us out. A friend of mine has already been talking with Mike regarding the fees and such to rent the facility. It was great connecting with Mike.
I continued my jogging/walking until I realized I needed to use the restroom. I know this seems random but I believe it was ordained. Was I to return to Morgan Park that is two blocks away at this point or do I try to make to my room that is nearly a mile away? I decided to go back to Morgan Park. On my way I thought, “You know, it has been a while since I have played basketball or ran, but I need to connect with the men in this neighborhood. I am going to go into the gym and just see what happens.”
I walk into the gym. I noticed four men who were all in their mid-twenties…and all eyes follow the white guy who is already soaked with sweat. I made my way to the other end of the court and removed the stuff from my pockets. The moment I pick up a ball, one of the men calls out to me, “You wanna ball?“ I thought “NOPE! But thanks for asking”—but my mouth replied back, “Sure!” Why did I do that?
I walked over to the three guys and we all introduced ourselves. I met Rip, Wee, Derrick and one other guy I can’t remember. Then I said, “Now I want you guys to know—I am horrible.” They said that they were terrible to. Then I said, “Nah, see—I am white-terrible. There is a difference between black-terrible and white-terrible.” They all cackled. I felt better knowing that they laughed with me—or at me. We played a game of “36 straight-up” which is much like “21” except without the free throws. I knew I was going to be terrible.
What happened next I cannot describe, except by saying that God helped me play basketball—really well. I have never played so well in my life. I made four jumpers in a row twice! I made reverse layups that I couldn’t make in college much less with twenty-five pounds of extra baggage. I ended up losing which is no surprise to me. I did represent myself well—though I doubt I will ever play that good ever again. Out of the four of us (one guy didn’t play) Rip had 36, I had 30, another guy had 22 and Derrick had 12. Afterwards I exited with them and walked to their cars. We all laughed and talked smack about the game. They really enjoyed my company and laughed at me picking with them. I told them I was moving my family in from Charlotte, NC to live in the neighborhood to which Rip replied, “That’s what’s up.” I didn’t share with them my “plans” for The Axis Church…yet.
As I was walking away after chatting and joking for a couple minutes, Derrick yells out to me, “Hey, Jroe! You coming back tomorrow?” I told him I would do my best. That encouraged me more than words in a blog can tell. These guys come from much different backgrounds than I do. Their homes are much different than mine. They need Jesus and I have Jesus. I am experiencing the gospel and they need to experience the gospel. I am here to love these guys and God in His providence had me know the sport of basketball in order to connect with these particular men.
I left Morgan Park and Gymnasium with nothing less than a heart that was rejoicing. The very people I feared the most God has allowed me to connect with at the beginning. I was so very excited—still am!
I then talked a few minutes with Jordan, a valet attendant for The Germantown Café. I asked him for a pen so I could write the names of my new friends down before I forgot their names. I told him about The Axis Church and of my family moving in. It was a good conversation.
Then I finished my jog leading back to my room. In total I walked or jogged over 2½ miles and played basketball for 45 minutes. I met several people and I prayed a good bit for the Germantown inhabitants and for the gospel to manifest itself there and in all of downtown Nashville. I listed the names of the people I met so that you too could pray for them. Please do.
In closing, I realized yesterday that what this neighborhood needs is simply for us to love Jesus, the gospel and the people. It is quite simple. As my friend Joe said two days ago, “Remember, love God…love people…keep it simple.” Thanks Joe.
![photo[3] An evening view of Nashville from Germantown](http://www.jroelive.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/photo31-300x225.jpg)