City of Lights
By Lynne Moyer
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What if when God told us to love our neighbor, it was literal? CITY OF LIGHTS takes us deep into the inner city of Chicago where a homeless tent community lives under the radar. This journey is unexpected, exciting, and an example of fear turned into hope.
Lynne Moyer
LYNNE is an international speaker and is passionate about leveraging the power of influence for good, speaking on behalf of those who don't have a voice, and living a lifestyle of hospitality. She especially has a heart for those forgotten or excluded. She is an award-winning strategist for churches and nonprofits, and her pastimes include running and kayaking along the Chattahoochee River in Atlanta, gardening, and enjoying time with her husband Matt and their little brown pomeranian pup, Bear.
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City of Lights - Lynne Moyer
01
FIRST GIFT
The first gift I ever remember giving in my life was a flower, and I gave it to a stranger.
My family was in a hospital visiting our grandma who was sick with cancer. I was four years old. We had just come from church and I was wearing one of my favorite little Sunday dresses. I’d asked grandma if I could have a flower from her room and she said yes.
After the visit our family walked through a lobby toward the exit, and somewhere along the way I let go of my mom’s hand.
On the other side of a large waiting room I had seen a man with his head in his hands, slumped over sitting in a chair against the wall.
I left my family and crossed the room alone past everyone, right to the man.
When I reached him I stopped and waited. He sensed someone standing there and looked up to see me smiling at him. I held up the flower, and he slowly reached out to take it. Then he wept.
I turned around, walked back to my mom, took her hand and kept walking like nothing had happened. She was speechless, having just witnessed something small and sacred.
I don’t know what that man in the hospital was going through or who he was. I don’t know if he had prayed a prayer that was answered through the flower. But this moment was orchestrated through a four-year-old by a God I know loves him, and in that moment he somehow knew it too.
Experiencing the kindness of God intervene to love someone so simply and perfectly still impacts me. Sometimes I think about the man. Sometimes I worry I heard God more clearly as a four-year-old than I do now.
Years passed, and that childlike giving was replaced with ambition, goals, and the never-ending aim to arrive, whatever that even means. I stopped handing out flowers and started applying for things, reaching for things, and striving for things.
When the whole purpose of life may have been intended to simply hand out little living gifts, I began to make it more complicated, distracted, and eventually purposeless.
Over the next two decades I would be without a sense of home as I moved across the country to half a dozen different states for family, education, and career, until a job would eventually take me to Chicago. This is where I would make it, I said. This is where I would arrive.
Little did I know I wouldn’t make it in Chicago, at least not in the typical way the world applauds.
Instead I would become more when I became less, go further when I ran slower, and dream more vibrantly when I was less successful. I would find myself when I journeyed back to that original moment of a single flower and the simple act of paying attention.
I now realize the importance of this first gift memory because it was the foreshadowing of what I would need to relearn decades later. I would need to remember the power of a single act for a single person, and the God who delights in orchestrating anything necessary to show us He cares, when our head is in our hands.
02
BIG CITY LIGHTS
The day I packed up all my ambition and moved to Chicago was a hot, sticky afternoon in July. The air was thick with humidity and I had never seen so much traffic. Sidewalks were as packed with people as the streets were with cars, and everyone was in a hurry. A bit overwhelmed by my first big city living experience, I tried not to show it and blend in. I started by pretending that I too was in a hurry.
At that time I saw Chicago only as a footnote in the race to New York City (since Chicago was only the second city
). Actually the second city reputation had nothing to do with an NYC comparison and more to do with a rebuilding of the city following the Great Fire in 1871, but I didn’t know that yet.
There were a lot of things I didn’t know yet. For example, when you live in the big city, carrying groceries home in plastic bags that dig into your hands becomes the worst part of your week. The only thing worse is an apartment without in-unit laundry. Or parking.
Without a car I seemed destined to an hour-long CTA train-and-bus-ordeal, and with a car I seemed destined to loop the block endlessly trying to find a parking spot. A parking spot was ironically impossible to spot.
Peaceful coffee shops? Patient traffic guards? Deodorant on the subway? These things don’t happen here. I was learning fast.
Aside from the logistical hassles, I was pretty pleased with my new urban lifestyle and impressed by how impressive it was. I couldn’t wait for friends to visit and see the epic life I was living in one of the biggest cities in the nation. The skyscrapers, shows, nightlife, and opportunities to learn or be anything you wanted were like a dream.
Then winter came. Not dreaming anymore. Actually, nightmare comes to mind. Let’s just say the nickname Chiberia
was given for a reason, referencing the similar weather of Siberia. In fact, a news channel reported one day that the temperature in Chicago was colder than the surface of the moon. The moon. I remember thinking it equally cruel that we were withstanding these conditions and the meteorologists making that moon comparison.
Instead of focusing on the weather I threw myself deeper into work and social activities. A work-hard-play-hard philosophy was beginning to take over, and in the rare