Atlanta’s Grant Park – Crime In A “Revitalized” Community (This happened across the street from my place)


This happened across the street from my place. This is where Renovation Church will be planted. Please, if you pray, pray for peace in my city…in my community.

Robbers shoot Grant Park bartender in head


By CHRISTOPHER QUINN, TIM EBERLY
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Bartender John Henderson was quick to pick up a bar tab for a friend and just as quick to tell a mouthy customer to be quiet.

“He’s just a straight person,” friend Gene Leath said. “He doesn’t beat around the bush.”

With his bushy black hair, Henderson was a well-known face in the Cabbagetown and Grant Park area, having bartended for a couple years at Six Feet Under, a popular bar and restaurant on a stretch of Memorial Avenue known as the “Memorial Corridor,” near the Oakland Cemetery and just east of downtown Atlanta.

Henderson, 27, was shot and killed execution-style during a robbery early Wednesday at bar where he was waiting tables, Standard Food & Spirits, just down the street from Six Feet Under.

It’s an area that has seen a revitalization in recent years as more people have become willing to make in-town neighborhoods their home.

Four armed men pulled off the robbery at 4:15 a.m. Wednesday, when all customers had left the business and Henderson and a female bartender were getting ready to close up and leave, said Meadows, commander of the homicide unit.

The robbers tossed a big brick through the bar’s front glass door, shattering it, and stepped through the door frame, Meadows said.

All of them, in their early to late 20s, were armed with weapons — three with handguns and the fourth might have been carrying a rifle, Meadows said.

“They knew where they were going,” Meadows said. “They may have cased the place out before they went through with it.”

The robbers demanded money and forced the victims into a back office, where they were ordered to lie face down on the office floor, Meadows said.

The gunmen stole money from the bar’s cash register, as well as cash that was in money bags in the office.

At some point, the female worker was able to scurry and hide in a cabinet, Meadows said.

After getting the money, one of the robbers stood over Henderson and shot him, though he had not resisted or put up a fight, Meadows said.

One of the robbers shot Henderson twice in the head and once in each leg as he laid face down on the floor, Meadows said. He died later at Grady Memorial Hospital.

The gunmen spared the woman’s life.

“For whatever reason, they didn’t want to kill her,” Meadows said. “One of the robbers specifically said, ‘Don’t shoot the girl.’ “

The suspects closed the office door and fired gunshots through it — a warning not to call police — as they fled, Meadows said.

There were no other witnesses and the bar’s surveillance cameras did not capture the suspects. But detectives hope similar recent robberies in the area might yield clues to identify the assailants.

Two and a half weeks ago, four men committed a robbery in the parking lot of Standard Food and Spirits, Meadows said.

About a week ago, two men committed a robbery in a parking lot nearby, though Meadows declined to be more specific.

The Standard did not open for business later Wednesday, and a piece of plywood had been put on the front door in place of the missing glass. A man who identified himself as one of the bar’s owners declined to comment.

At Six Feet Under, friends of Henderson’s gathered and made calls to set up a memorial for him.

“Everybody is walking around in a daze,” said Ryan Moloney, a manager at Six Feet Under who worked with Henderson. “It just made me kind of want to throw up.”

Henderson, who lived in a Cabbagetown loft, moved to Atlanta from Maryland years ago, possibly to attend college at Emory University.

His friends from the bar scene called him by his first and last name.

“We all called him John Henderson,” Leath, 25, said. “Because there were so many Johns.”

Henderson, who was hoping to get a bartender position at Standard eventually, had a passion for slinging drinks.

“He loved bartending,” Leath said. “That was his thing.”


I am not Schizophrenic……

I am not Schizophrenic…even though it may look that way if you have followed this blog for any length of time. This is in fact my third different lay out.

Maybe you didn’t even notice, who knows? But, I felt like I should make mention of a few changes that have taken place and why.

  • The first thing you see is the banner heading. That is an actual picture of my beloved Atlanta skyline, taken from my loft here in downtown with my bummy camera. I wanted the look of the blog to shift focus a little to capture the ethos and heart of the place I live and serve in. I love Atlanta, and I want you all to love her too, and pray for her (if that’s how you roll)
  • Second, although my wife will go on and on about how pretty I am, I got tired of my mug being the first thing I or anyone who visited the blog got to see. You should have a choice to see that modelesque picture if YOU want too, not have it forced on you by me, so you can now find that under the new page titled “story.”
  • Speaking of story, that is the third change. I felt like you, whoever you are (I only know the ones that comment, would love to know some more of you, so join the conversation), should get to know my story, and not simply my views. I think it is hard to understand where someone stands on issues if you don’t know where they have been.
  • Also, you, again if you are a regular, will notice that the video’s page is gone. I put that there a year ago because at the time it served a very specific purpose for where I was Pastoring and what we were doing to engage people on the web, but I have since moved to ATL (obviously), so the nature of things has changed a bit. I will periodically post V-logs, but not dedicate a page to it. If you are interested  in any of the videos that I have posted on the topics of sex, marriage, the validity of Jesus, you can click the link under Digital Leonce to take you directly to my you-tube site, and watch to your hearts content. Any questions about them, shoot me an email, be glad to answer them.
  • Finally, in the days to come, I will be adding an archive page. Although I have only posted about 200 posts (201 now), that is still a lot of content to navigate  through, so I will be adding a page of the most trafficked posts. Hopefully, through my poor writing and blatant disregard for acceptable conversation pieces, you will find something of benefit.

In case you can’t tell already, I am kind of sarcastic (see above “pretty”, “modelesque”, “hearts content”) it’s how I roll…

This is YOUR shot…freakin take it

Here is the myth…you, being a good follower of Jesus, a Christian if you will, bring your friend who does not follow Jesus “to church.”

I, being the “professional” stand and give a presentation of the gospel. Your friend hears this presentation from me, decides that life is vacant without Jesus, and Jesus saves them.

Great scenario…not a bad or wrong scenario…but, definitely not the end of the story. And certainly not the best way for you to be fulfilled in your faith.

There are varying reasons why Jesus followers depend on the invite strategy to just “get them in the door, so pastor can fix them!” It’s easier, it’s safer, and less trying…it’s also killing your ability to be the empowered minster of the gospel that God…made…you.

Every week, those of you who follow Jesus, and are not “the professional” spend 20, 30, up to 60+ hours a week where? At work. Not at the place where the church gathers, not at home, but at the place where you bring home the bread. And I am afraid that there are countless hours going by when you could be leveraging that time to share your heart, your faith, your exploding love for Jesus, and His for you.

I know, many of you who would say, “I wake up every morning and pray, God use me today”, and that’s incredible, and if you do that you are far out in front of the pack in trying to activate this faith you hold. But, what if you woke up, and after praying, you sat down, and thought through the culture of your work place. Where are the neutral zones? Where are the safe places? How can I engage someone without risking their job? Without risking mine? Can I start a lunch group? A car pool?  A morning breakfast meeting? How can I share my testimony precisely and effectively? Do I actually KNOW the GOSPEL, and can I spell it out in plain language?

These are questions that you could should be wrestling with so that you can strategically turn your work week into an empowered time of ministry and outreach to a natural market of people that surround you each and everyday…with every hurt…pain…wound…and level of brokenness you could imagine. Share with them this beautiful message of reconciliation, hope, and foreknowing love. Share with them the gospel that regenerated your heart…that changed your life now and for eternity.

Rick Warren’s Prayer from the Inauguration…took this from Marks Blog

Almighty God, our Father:

Everything we see, and everything we can’t see, exists because of you alone.

It all comes from you, it all belongs to you, it all exists for your glory.

History is your story.

The Scripture tells us, “Hear, O Israel, the LORD is our God, the LORD is one.” And you are the compassionate and merciful one. And you are loving to everyone you have made.

Now today, we rejoice not only in America’s peaceful transfer of power for the 44th time, we celebrate a hinge point of history with the inauguration of our first African-American president of the United States.

We are so grateful to live in this land, a land of unequaled possibility, where a son of an African immigrant can rise to the highest level of our leadership. And we know today that Dr. King and a great cloud of witnesses are shouting in heaven.

Give to our new president, Barack Obama, the wisdom to lead us with humility, the courage to lead us with integrity, the compassion to lead us with generosity.

Bless and protect him, his family, Vice President Biden, the Cabinet, and every one of our freely elected leaders.

Help us, O God, to remember that we are Americans—united not by race or religion or blood, but to our commitment to freedom and justice for all.

When we focus on ourselves, when we fight each other, when we forget you—forgive us.

When we presume that our greatness and our prosperity is ours alone—forgive us.

When we fail to treat our fellow human beings and all the earth with the respect that they deserve—forgive us.

And as we face these difficult days ahead, may we have a new birth of clarity in our aims, responsibility in our actions, humility in our approaches, and civility in our attitudes—even when we differ.

Help us to share, to serve, and to seek the common good of all.

May all people of good will today join together to work for a more just, a more healthy, and a more prosperous nation and a peaceful planet.

And may we never forget that one day, all nations–and all people–will stand accountable before you.

We now commit our new president and his wife, Michelle, and his daughters, Malia and Sasha, into your loving care.

I humbly ask this in the name of the one who changed my life—Yeshua, ‘Isa, Jesus [Spanish pronunciation], Jesus—who taught us to pray:

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever.

Amen.

First thought…Not again!! Part 2

As the recession has done so well, it limited opportunities for the company towards the end of the year. Hit the pockets of our biggest investor pretty hard, and eventually, we ended the year signing no athletes, and me without a job.

So, where do we go from here? That is the biggest question of my life for the last four and a half years. From turning down a coaching job and residency with the Athletic director at my alma mater, so that I could take my first shot at the NFL, to now, having moved to this city, which I love, to plant a church. Where does anyone go from here? When you put it all on the line every time, and the unexpected happens.

Here are some thoughts from my experience…first, trust Jesus (if you say you do), I mean really trust Him, and know that He has your life in His hands. Believe me, I know that this is sometimes a tough pill to swallow, but it is in those moments, when your back is against the wall, that you find out if your faith is real or superficial.

Second, keep open lines of communication with those people who speak into your life, who encourage you, will pray for you, and help to give you strength. For me, that is most certainly my wife. If it were up to me, in my weakest moments, I may have quit ministry long ago, but she sees so much in me, and she lets me know, and she pushes me to pursue Jesus at all cost. My parents and other parents (in-laws), who believe in me, and encourage me to move forward…just keep moving forward.

Third, journal, often. In the Old Testement Scriptures you can read of several places where the Jews built monuments of stone to memorialize what God did for them and through them in moments when He showed up bigger than life. Journaling for me is often the outlet for this. Where I have built monuments of words where the impossible happened because God showed up so big in my life (ex. the NFL, even getting the agent Job, meeting financial needs when the books just didn’t add up) there are so many more. But, in moments like now, I go back and look through these monuments to help remind me of what a great God I serve, and how much Jesus loves me, and is concerned about me.

Finally, don’t stall out. Keep pushing forward until something opens up, and pray for the wisdom to take the opportunities you should, and cast aside the ones you shouldn’t, knowing, again, that Jesus has your life in His hands (again, if this is how you believe). If you are not a follower of Jesus, this can still apply, maybe your first display of trusting Jesus, as I mentioned above, is to simply trust Him with your life, and then see what happens. I promise, He doesn’t disappoint.

This is my story, and I will continue to live it with faith and diligence. As such, I am off to look for a job, prepare to teach this Wednesday night to our new small group, and pray for direction from Jesus for where to go from here.

What about you?

First thought…Not again!! Part 1

September 1, 2008, I wrote a rather lengthy post on transition, you can find it if you want to read it…I suggest you do if you are in any kind of transition.

In light of that post, here we are again. Not in the exact same sense, but I do find myself in a peculiar and wondering/wandering situation. When I moved to Atlanta to plant Renovation Church everything seemed to be falling into place. We had a core group of people who were already gathering and just waiting for us to engage. I had a great job, doing something I loved (in case you missed it, I was working as a sports agent), and the outlook for the future looked incredible. We began making plans for inviting families to gather, I was traveling recruiting athletes…it was the perfect situation.

There are several details that I will exclude in the following paragraphs for the cause of Christ, and me not being an idiot an shaming His name through any angry writing. So we go on.

There almost immediately began to be some issues within our core group. My understanding of who and what the church is, and the role of a pastor in this organic movement differed greatly from that of two of the central leaders in this group. We wrestled with it, discussed, and soon realized that we had very different visions for where we wanted this thing to go. I wanted to launch a new church, they wanted to start a monastic group. If you don’t know the distinction between the two go here.

I loved their sense of community, and desire to avoid becoming institutional, but the Church is the redemptive agent of God, and we can not just cast it aside because she is messed up. We have to love her, protect her, and be a part of reforming her. She is Jesus bride, and you can’t love Jesus and hate His wife!

Needless to say there began to be a drifting which became a wedge, which became a general separation. We (me and them) have done a fairly good job at keeping the relationships in tact, but amiably went our separate ways, with several families caught in the middle. (still figuring that out)

selah

Random Update

A few days ago I wrote a post 3PEOPLE.  3IPODS, 1 Tiny Weight Room. It was pretty funny, but the deeper message of course is that we have forgotten how to connect to people. Well, here is an update. I struck up a long conversation with the guy in that little scenario, and he was pretty cool, and dang talkative. I didn’t get to finish my workout, BUT, we did make a connection, so it was worth it. Just thought I would share that with you guys.

The World as 100…something must change

The World As 100 People…
If we could shrink the earth’s population to a village of 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look like this…

60 Asians
12 Europeans
8 Latin Americans
5 from USA & Canada
1 from South Pacific
14 Africans
49 would be female
51 would be male
82 would be non-white, 18 white
67 would be non-Christian, 33 would be Christian
32% of the world’s wealth would be in the hands of only 5 people and all 5 would be U.S. citizens
80 would live in substandard housing
24 would not have electricity
33 would not have access to safe water
67 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
One would be near death, 2 would be near birth
Only one would have a college education
7 would have internet access

3 People, 3 IPODS, 1 Tiny Weight Room

I have a small weight room in the bottom of our loft. It’s not great, but it serves the purpose. It amazed me the other day that there were three of us in there, and no one said a word…for nearly the hour we were there.

Now, I am a heavy proponent for not talking in weight rooms, it is actually a major pet peeve when someone tries to shoot the breeze with me when I am getting after it.

But, there was not so much as even a head nod. I tried to throw a few looks here and there to make an effort at connecting, but I had to be careful because I didn’t want either of the other two people (one girl, the other guy (we live in Atlanta)) to get the idea that I was making a move.

Finally, when I was leaving, the girl on the treadmill threw me a half smile, so I waved, and she waved back. We wave now in the halls, and maybe, there will eventually be a “hi”, but…who knows.

The question I am left with, is what happened to genuine human connection? Have we so drowned each other out with IPODS, and internet shopping…banking…etc, that we have forgotten how to have a simple conversation with someone we are in an enclosed space with for over an hour?

What happened to connecting with people? Is this a lost art, or something we just no longer take the effort of time to do?