When Chris Greer and I met yesterday morning and came up with the idea to blog about how to support the members of a Small Group during a recession, I had no idea that I would be speaking from personal experience. Less than five hours after that conversation, I received the news that I was being laid off from BAPC staff.
I was shocked, upset, in disbelief, and angry all at once. I wanted to scream but just kept reaching for tissues to try to dry my eyes instead. I had so many questions that I couldn’t make sense of any of them: What about my son? My husband and I had just looked at our budget—how can we afford this? How am I going to get health insurance when I have had gestational diabetes? What is going to happen to the Small Groups with one less person championing them? What went into the decision to lay off staff? Will I lose the friends I have made at BAPC?
I wanted to start tying up loose ends. I wanted to reach out to all of you whom I’ve had the chance to serve alongside for the past five years. I looked at the photos of my baby around my office and wondered how I would fit them all in my car. I was worried about overwhelming Chris with the projects I have been working on. Thankfully, Keenan encouraged me to go home and just be with my family. When I did so, my husband recommended that I forget about the details, bills and logistics for a few days and just grieve.
And now, it’s 2:23a.m. Tuesday morning; Eleven hours since I found out and I am still unable to let my mind rest. My Small Group meets tonight. I don’t know what I am going to say to them. I’m not sure if I’ll be crying, yelling, unable to speak, or calm. I know that even as we grieve my loss, we can celebrate that one of our other group members started a new job this week. And while earlier today that was a somewhat depressing point, it has turned into hope and a reminder of God’s provision and love. Regardless of how I feel in the moment or what circumstances surround me, I am glad that I have these people who I call friends, brothers, and sisters.
That’s what encourages me about the time that I have had to spend with you at BAPC. My impulse wasn’t to call the pastors or the “professionals”; it was to reach out to those I have been walking with for two years. While the pastors would be able to help, they don’t know me as well as this group of people, and ultimately it comes down to the issue of scale—if BAPC is close to California’s 12% unemployment rate, there are about 300 people at BAPC who are unemployed. My story is just one reflection of what may be going on in the hearts and minds of the people in your Small Group. Or yourself. We have to rely on one another to make it through this.
I always said that it was my hope to work myself out of a job. I wanted to equip, empower, and encourage the Church to be the Church. My hope is that the church would relate to the world and one another (both within BAPC and across the city with other churches like Faithful Central and Young Nak) by caring for one another, serving our neighbors, worshipping the Lord, relating as friends, and studying God’s Word. Essentially, to love one another and to love God. I wanted to see you doing my job for me—championing the community that Christ calls all of us to.
The greatest test of a leader is what happens when he or she is gone. Most people don’t get to see this, because usually they step out at a logical end point (once a project is completed, or when they have passed things off to another person). Me? I get to see what happens this time. So I leave the responsibility in your hands; the only hands it has really been in this entire time.
“I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”
-Jesus, John 13:34-35
Jen Hurst
Associate Director of Small Groups
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