WELCOME FROM HAYWOOD STREET:
UPDATES:
East Fork Pottery makes the beautiful, handcrafted plates we eat off of at the Downtown Welcome Table. Now, they’re going above and beyond to keep the Haywood Street community fed. Please take a moment to watch this inspiring video. Between now and Wednesday, $5 enters you for a chance to win a custom pot made by Alex Matisse. More tickets = more entries. Five random winners will be announced Thursday morning. Purchase your tickets today!
A wonderful article via Wired, featuring quotes from Rev. Brian Combs. More…
Our Friends move “home” today. Please click here to read the inspiring story of how this came to be.
ANNOUNCEMENTS:
1. While we are still trying to figure out the Haywood Street version of online worship, please feel invited to share in this prayer time with Father Mike.
2. Call for newsletter reflections! One way we can stay connected during this time is by sharing stories of Holy Chaos and the Haywood Street we love so much. Please feel invited to submit your reflection by email to Brook (brook@haywoodstreet.org).
3. “For They Were Afraid” — sermon by Rev. Brian Combs, 4/5/2020
A HAYWOOD STREET SONG BY: BRIAN CLAFLIN
Hey Would (Haywood) You
(For Haywood Street Congregation, April 2020). Words & Music copyright ©2020 by Brian Claflin
sometimes I’ve gotta hold my hand out, for a little silver or green
I might just be saying good morning, but I’d settle for just being seen
hardly a soul that’s out there will even give me the time of day
I’m headed down to the West edge of town, and this morning I’ve just gotta say
Haywood you lend a hand
Haywood you give me a fair shake
Haywood you try to understand
Haywood you give a brother a break
I’ve never been big on charity, It just makes me feel small
don’t need to take a vow of poverty, I’ve already got nothing at all
most folks keep their distance, giving me more than my personal space
I think I’m gonna need shelter, before I can shelter in place
Haywood you look me in the eye
Haywood you help for goodness’ sake
Haywood you give me a smile
Haywood you give a sister a break
well I never shook the hand of the man upstairs, but I’ve heard the chairman of the board
if there’s a song I can sing it, maybe even swing it, lord only knows the ways of the Lord
some swear the spirit’s working through us, and a few of us lack faith
but as long as many hands make light work, what does it matter if it’s grit, or grace?
Haywood you stand by me
Haywood you serve up a hot plate
Haywood you show me kindness
Haywood you give a neighbor a break
Haywood you listen to my story
Haywood you forgive me when I make a mistake
Haywood you love – me for who I am
Haywood you give a neighbor a break
Haywood you give a sister a break
Haywood you give a brother a break
