Harry Drake, site supervisor in Kopperston, is also a minister. Back in April, I arrived in Kopperston, and the first thing I asked Harry is if his wife had reached him — there was a death in his home community and he was needed to do a funeral on Friday. I had arranged for another supervisor to work with his group so he could leave. Harry had gotten the message and told me he was also doing a funeral that night there in Kopperston. What? And the story unfolded ...
The Friday night before, police found the body of a young man in the dug out of the ball field beside the church, an apparent overdose. He had just gotten out of prison (drug charges) and Dee, whose house the mission team from Chippewa, Pennsylvania, was working on, had been planning to take him to the Army recruiter that very week. He had hopes of changing his life around.
Background of Dee
Dee is in her 40's, has a 24 year old son, a 20 year old and a 14 year old. She is a home health care giver and has struggled with her own addictions; she is a widow and a divorcee. Her house is home to every stray kid in the coal camp who calls her Mom. Her door never locks because she never knows who might need her couch. She takes in the high, the drunk, the kicked-out-of-home kids, the physically abused by their parents kids and the kids who just hang out with her kids — boys or girls. Her house is sort of the “island of misfit kids.” Her heart is huge.
Now, when David's body was found, all of the youth who knew him gathered at Dee's for comfort and crying. David's mother had refused to allow any of them to go to the funeral home or to the funeral. She held them responsible — bad friends. But they needed a place to grieve, and to find closure. So the mission group offered to help the friends with a memorial service for him in the ball field where he was found.
The leader of the volunteer team from Pennsylvania was awed by the providence of their being in Kopperston at this time and place for such a service as this. I told him that perhaps the reason they were here was for this time of being with these kids — misfits and outcasts, but kids who needed to grieve and be assured of the love of God. He just kept shaking his head and saying "We are supposed to be here! And while we are here for ministry, we might as well just paint this house, right? I had to laugh out loud. I think that is a profound insight into mission. Mission is in many ways about the ministry of presence, and while you are at it, go ahead and do a little repair work. |