Meeting Malachi

As many of you know, a homeless encampment plays a big part in my Branigan Powers mystery series. Malachi Ezekiel Martin is a homeless veteran who often sees and hears things that others don’t because homeless people “are looked right through.”

What you may not know is I based Malachi on a man I know who spent 35 years on the streets. I met Sippio in 2005 when I became pastor of Triune Mercy Center, a church that ministers to homeless people in Greenville, SC.  He was always the last in line to eat, and the first to jump up to carry out trash or mop the dining room floor. He was also kind, exceedingly kind.

Those were attributes I used when I began to create the character Malachi. He meets the reporter, Branigan, in The Cantaloupe Thief  when the pair attempt to solve a 10-year-old murder in Grambling, Georgia. They reunite in The Cover Story to solve the deaths of two college students. In Death of a Jester, available now on Amazon, I decided it was time to explore why such a smart man was living on the street. And so in this third book, the reader will learn what happened to Malachi in the Gulf War that led to his drinking — and eventually to his life in Grambling’s homeless encampment.

Sippio, of course, didn’t serve in the military nor does he drink or solve murder mysteries. But he continues to worship at Triune, has obtained housing and bought a car.  And now he has a book dedicated to him. Here’s what the dedication page of Jester says: To Sippio, who taught me what kindness looks like on the street. 

 

Welcome Home

You might think that the way to end poverty is to give someone money, the way to end homelessness, to give someone a home. Unfortunately, it’s not nearly that quick or that easy.
At Triune Mercy Center, the church that I pastor, our case managers were getting discouraged: They’d work hard to help someone obtain housing only to see him lose it a few months later. Our social worker Robin Barton told me, “So many of our folks think getting a place to stay will solve all their problems. But after they get a place and get caught up on sleep, they wake up to find they still have problems and still have mountains of work ahead of them. It can be a scary moment. Some crack under that pressure and turn to addictions, or allow their mental health issues to flare up, or self-sabotage so they won’t have to deal with the problems that were under the surface while they were homeless.”
To address the problem, she and case manager Kathy Sharp created a monthly Welcome Home support group for newly housed parishioners. Together they talk over the issues — the isolation that comes once they’ve left the streets, bill paying, budgeting, the unexpected quiet.
Participants choose the topic for each meeting: This summer, they requested a cooking lesson. Robin and Kathy taught a simple rice dish, and gave out pots and pans to take home.
“They discuss things like ‘Now I see why the Rescue Mission made us go to bed early,’  or ‘I miss the accountability at the shelter,’ ” Robin reports. “They speak of not wanting to turn the lights on for too long as they worry about their power bill.”
Through lively discussions, participants share as much with each other as the professionals share with them.
Our partners at United Ministries’ Place of Hope have joined us. In fact, they’ve been so pleased with the results that they now require Welcome Home for anyone they help to house.
“Our participants have been very happy for the support,” said Robin. “I tell them every time we meet that we dream for everyone to have a place to stay. Their success gives us joy and hope for others to also get housing.”

And more

It’s fun to go onto my Author Central page on Amazon.com. Every week there are new reviews from readers who have just discovered Branigan and Malachi and what they’re up to in Grambling, Georgia.

Here are a few I just read:

The Cantaloupe Thief is part cozy mystery, part southern fiction, and part eye-opener. The cozy mystery and southern fiction aspects are fairly obvious – amateur sleuth, loyal pet, small town in Georgia. But Deb Richardson-Moore takes us deeper than either of those genres usually dare to go by giving us a glimpse into the lives of those who so often remain invisible – the homeless and the addicted.

This was a top notch mystery! Hard as I would try, I couldn’t guess what was coming next or who the murderer was!

This is a well-written, perfectly paced mystery that grows in both intensity and depth with every turn of the page! I have been captured from the first page to the last by the smooth prose and the fully-formed and richly layered characters of this story.

Thanks to all the readers who take the time to read and comment.

Why I wrote The Weight of Mercy

Weight of Mercy Book

My seminary dean once told me that divinity school is a lot like the counseling profession. Troubled people become therapists, he said. Folks hurt by religion enroll in seminary.

“So what we do,” he said, “is graduate a lot of educated, broken people.”

I’m not sure a memoirist is much different: We explore difficult or hurtful areas of our lives in search of … something.  Meaning, maybe. Clarity. Direction.

In my case, I wrote The Weight of Mercy because the memories of the most traumatic three years of my life were fading.  I was glad to see them go, but I wanted those memories to teach me something. And so I wrote.

The book is about my landing, fresh out of seminary, as pastor of a mission church to the homeless. As a longtime writer for The Greenville News and an occasional contributor to the Greenville Journal, I thought I knew Greenville. I thought I knew its issues. I thought I knew its poverty. I was mistaken.

The Triune Mercy Center flattened me. I was like one of those bop-a-clowns with sand in the bottom. Punch it and it bounces back upright. That was me – until I got to Triune.

My experiences among the homeless and drug addicted and alcoholic and mentally ill and mentally challenged staggered me. This was a population I scarcely knew existed, hidden under bridges and in abandoned buildings and in the woods. The surreal combination of everyday niceties and casual violence, of generosity and endless begging, of surprising compassion and shocking abuse upended my balance. As I explored my horror and distaste, my nightmares punctuated by lightning bolts of grace, I bargained with God: One year, I prayed. You can’t ask more of me than one year.

Well, actually he could. And did. Along the way, I met some of his more intriguing children. One child-like man began burping so loudly during a morning service that I had to halt the sermon and ask him to stop. “But Pastor,” he called from the front pew, “I swallowed some wind.”

Another man traveled the country, hopping trains from soup kitchen to soup kitchen. Smelling of cheap whiskey, he came into Triune one rainy Saturday, passed out, woke up and spied me. Leaping to his feet, he sent a metal chair clattering into a wall, and shrieked, “You BITCH! Don’t you know you’re not even supposed to BE here? Paul said women aren’t supposed to preach!”

And that was before the sermon.

When people find out what I do, they inevitably say, “That must be so rewarding,” or “You must love your work.” Dispensing mercy at a place with mercy in its title – what could be better?

But mercy can have an underside, a heaviness, a weight.  “I would rather smoke crack than live in a house,” one man told me. I pass him sometimes on my way to work, panhandling in the median of six-lane Pleasantburg Drive. Sometimes I roll down my window and remind him we’re still there, still feeding, still worshiping, still offering access to drug treatment. I never give him money. He knows better than to ask.

I struggle constantly with the line between empowering and enabling, helping and hurting. This book is the story of that struggle.

It is also the story of a dying church’s struggle to redefine itself in the face of a changing neighborhood. Police call our section of Greenville “the homeless triangle,” and every city has one. The question for a church in such a place is pretty basic: Do we become a forum or a fortress?

In choosing “forum” at Triune, we’ve done some counterintuitive things to bring housed and homeless people together. So in addition to things you might expect – hot meals, clothes, groceries, laundry services – we offer some things you might not – gardening, art, volunteerism, opera.

I hope this book will show people in other cities what can happen when a church opens its doors to the homeless, when it allows ministry to flourish not to them but alongside them. I hope it launches conversations about the complexity of life among the homeless.

I hope it encourages others to take on the weight of mercy.

 

A Story of Inspiration

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A truly moving story of inspiration from our pianist at Triune, Russ Long. Thanks, Channel 4 News for the story. Link to the video:

Triune pianist uses music to inspire people fighting addiction

Transcript from Corey Davis of WYFF News Channel 4:

A man who once struggled with addiction is now using his passion for music to inspire others.

Deb Richardson-Moore, pastor of Triune Mercy Center in Greenville, said she tries to make her last sermon of the year about where people will be one year from now.

The hope is that someone will make an effort to overcome their challenges, whether it be gaining sobriety, finding a job or a place to live.

Russ Long was the motivation of her sermon Sunday afternoon.

He’s the pianist at the church and said he was addicted to pills when he was hired two years ago.

Long said at the height of his addiction, he bought and used 80 to 90 black-market prescription pills a day and said he cleared out his mother’s retirement fund to support his habit.

“I had sunk so low, I had to look up to see rock bottom. That’s how far I was down,” said Long.

Long is now sober after rehab and a long road to forgiveness.

“I’ve had to do a lot of soul searching, I’ve had to reach really deep and try to forgive myself. I think that’s the most difficult thing,” said Long.

Richardson-Moore shared Long’s story with the congregation before she revealed his name.

Long’s brother and mother were there for support as the church erupted into applause when Richardson-Moore told the congregation that the story was about Long.

Long took a seat at the piano, wiped away tears and shared his passion for spiritual music.

He played a selection that brought the congregation to its feet.

“There’s so many things that I have to be grateful for. The fact that I’m alive, the fact that I didn’t get robbed or murdered or arrested. The fact that I have the most incredible support from my family who love me unconditionally,” said Long.

Long said he has brittle bone disease. It causes his bones to break easily. Long said he had 50 breaks and fractures throughout his life and he became addicted to pills three years ago when he tried to get treatment for the chronic pain.

Long credits his sobriety to faith and a strong support system.

He hopes someone else will be able to share their story of transformation next year.

“There is no happy ending with addiction. There is no shining star. It does not end well. The most important thing is keeping your heart open and making that first step. I promise, it will change your life forever,” said Long.

The Triune Mercy Center offers information to help their members find ways to overcome addictions and many crisis situations.