Lisa Jacobsen with a load of supplies for Occupy Chicago. |
Note:
A little while ago I signed up to
participate in a cooperative effort by writers, both ministers and laity called
a blog-a-thon as part of the annual Thirty
Days of Love campaign of the Standing on the Side of Love initiative.
The idea was to promote the variety of life experiences and perspectives
of Unitarian Universalists bloggers,
promote dialogue, and hopefully to bring participants to new audiences. I have already contributed a couple of pieces. But this is the one I originally “signed on
for.” It is in celebration of this week’s
theme in the Thirty Days of Love—Building
Bridges of Love and to reflect
who in our lives do just that. And I
knew just who that should be.
When
I first notice Lisa Jacobsen she was
standing up in front of our congregation, then called the Congregational Unitarian Church in Woodstock, Illinois to be welcomed into membership along with
several others. She was a small,
attractive middle age woman with a spontaneous explosion of blonde hair.
She
stepped to the pulpit as is our custom to say a few words of introduction. She was, she explained, a practicing Sufi Muslim. Pointing to one of the recently installed Centennial Windows which each
celebrated a source of spiritual inspiration from which we draw—the one featuring
a mosque cradled in a crescent moon—she explained that she
was drawn to a spiritual home that could respect and embrace her beliefs as
well as the others illustrated in the windows.
And, she added, because of our well established reputation in McHenry County for a commitment to
social justice.
Well,
I thought. This is different.
We
soon got to know each other. I found out
that she was a former editor and public relations person in the corporate
world. The rapid shift away from print
media like newsletters and magazines and general corporate belt tightening had
made her unemployed. Her husband, Tom, was also having employment
struggle. She tried to keep afloat by
the always iffy path of “independent consulting” and freelance work and by knitting and selling her
colorful trademark hats. It was a
struggle. How much of one, I had yet no
idea.
I
did know that Lisa threw herself into service.
She started volunteering at the PADS
site we hosted every Wednesday night.
PADS is a rotating homeless
shelter system in McHenry County hosted by a different church every night
between October and May. A lot of our
members volunteered as well as folks from the community. They laid out mattress pads on the basement
floor, checked client in, prepared meals, monitored the place for safety, and
sent everyone off in the morning with a good breakfast and a sack lunch. But Lisa really bonded with the clients. She took time to sit with them, listen non-judgmentally
to their struggles, and help them find ways to overcome the daily indignities
and obstacles placed in their path. She
respected them as human beings without labels.
And they respected, loved her back.
Within
a year Lisa was site director of a new “overflow” shelter at another Woodstock
church for women and children. As the
economy worsened in the Great Recession
out shelter, like all of them were strained to the breaking point with the “new
homeless” including once secure families in addition to the long term mostly
males with substance abuse, mental health, and criminal justice system
troubles.
McHenry
County was hit especially hard by the banking
crisis and collapse of the mortgage
system. In the previous decade it
had been one of the fastest growing counties in the US with subdivisions the
size of many of its established towns springing up like mushrooms in the corn
fields, filled mostly by young families betting their future on ever-escalating
real estate prices and steady employment.
Soon page after page of the local daily newspaper the Northwest
Herald was filled daily with foreclosure
notices.
Lisa
spring into action with the help of Principled
Minds, a local group working on a number of justice issues, she helped
organize support groups for those facing evictions and special training
sessions at several locations around the county on how to try and prevent or
delay foreclosure. What I didn’t realize
at first was that Lisa and her husband were facing the same crisis.
After
the emotional battering progressive had taken in the fall elections of 2010 and
the seemingly unending economic crisis unfolding around us, we were all greatly
encouraged by the eruption of mass resistance in Wisconsin to attacks on
working people. Lisa was a leader in our
Social Justice Committee in
organizing a well-publicized support rally for the Wisconsin workers that drew
about 200 people to the corner outside of the church. McHenry County had never seen anything like
it.
In
the fall of 2011 we were all caught up in the inspiring example of the Occupy Movement as it spread from Wall Street across the country. But out in the far boonies, we were remote
from the action and most of us were at a loss what to do other than cheer from
the sidelines. Not Lisa. She and Tom went down to the city where Occupy Chicago was trying to keep up a
24 hour a day presence on a strip of sidewalk in the LaSalle Street banking district.
They kept going back, getting to know the young protestors.
Another
member of the Congregation, Carrie
MacDonald had a friend among the Occupiers. Impressed by their dedication
as temperatures began to plummet and the police routinely confiscated blankets,
back packs and gear, Carrie and Lisa decided to do something. Through the Social Justice Committee she sent
out an appeal to the members of the congregation for donations of items needed
by the Occupiers—blankets, sleeping bags and pads, warm clothing,
non-perishable food, toiletries, etc.
Within a week she had a crammed carload to deliver. No other group outside of the city provided
such support.
As
a follow up in mid-November the Social Justice Committee sponsored a Rally for the 99% in front of the
church which attracted over 50 participants and collected another large carload
of supplies. At that rally, Lisa went
public with her own situation. As
described in a blog post about the rally:
Lisa Jacobsen
eloquently shared her story of being one of the 99%. A successful professional just a few years
ago she finds herself at age 55 out of a job with no prospects on the horizon,
without health insurance, her investments largely wiped out in the market crash
and eaten up for survival, her house worth much less than what she bought it
for, and is now in foreclosure. Just one
of many stories. Several folks brought
signs with their own stories.
The
rally was also a last hurrah for social justice action at the old church. In January we moved to a new location in a
former restaurant building on the edges of the city of McHenry. The Blue Lotus Buddhist Temple bought and moved
into our old building. The new location
was not physically suitable for continuing to house a PADS site. The Buddhists agreed to keep serving the
homeless on Wednesday nights at least through the end of the year.
It
was hard to give up a program that we had hosted from the beginning of the
program many years earlier. But it did
not end our relationship with it. Lisa
and others continued volunteering. She
was named as our congregation’s representative on the Woodstock Area Community Ministry (WACM), a consortium of local
religious institution that supported the Wednesday PADS site and other programs
including the Direct Assistance Program
(DAP) which supplies small cash grants and emergency aid for those who too
often fall between the cracks of the social services “safety net.” DAP volunteers had also used the old church
building on Thursday mornings to take applications for aid and give out what
they could afford. In the continuing economic
hard times not only was the PADS site bursting at the seams, but the DAP
program was strained almost to the breaking point.
As
May 1st approached, Lisa was worried about the folks from PADS who had become friends. At the end of April the church shelters
closed down for the season until the next October 1. PADS clients were left to shift for
themselves. Some could get seasonal work
and move into a motel room, some couch surfed with friends and relatives,
others had cars to sleep in. But most
would become fugitive campers, setting up tents in snatches of remnant woods
across the county. If the campsites were
found by authorities, the tents and possessions would routinely be destroyed or
confiscated. The homeless risked arrest
daily as they roamed the streets looking for a place to sit down for ten
minutes.
Lisa
came up with the idea for Compassion for
Campers and with the help of the Social Justice Committee was off and
running with the idea almost immediately.
An appeal went out to the church and the broader community for a list of
supplies. Simple things—mosquito
repellent, sun screen, bottled water, batteries for flashlights and radios, as
well as tents, sleeping bags, and other camping gear. Money was raised to buy what could not be donated
or for gift cards for gas or meals.
To
distribute the goods, it was arranged to host a picnic lunch at the PADS
program headquarters building outside of Woodstock. It was such a success that the Monday lunches
became regular thing, attended by more and more of the homeless as word spread. List became the coordinator for what became a
major undertaking—making sure there was a good, nutritious lunch with food left
over to be taken back to camp and which was varied over the weeks and
months. Volunteer needed to be scheduled
from our Congregation but also from other churches and the community. And it was important that volunteers not just
serve meals and give out supplies, but that they eat with the clients, listen
to their stories and really get to know them.
The
program was a huge success, not only for the help it was able to give, but for
the experiences the volunteers shared.
After
regular PADS sites were back up, Lisa was concerned that in our new location
our congregation was not able to provide the level of support to PADS and the
Direct Assistance Program as we had previously.
With the encouragement of our new minister Rev. Sean Parker Dennison, Lisa and the Social Justice Committee
proposed the establishment of a Second
Sunday Collection program in which once a month organizations serving the
needs of the local population or advancing justice would receive the plate
offering at worship service. Compassion
for Campers and DAP became recipients, as did other groups serving local Latino children, a shelter for abused
women and children, PFLAG, the Committee for Detained Immigrants, the Veterans Assistance Program, a food bank, and an environmental group
among others.
Lisa
also became involved in helping arrange weekly lunches at a Day Time Drop in Program for PADS
clients on Thursdays following the Wednesday shelter in Woodstock. Most days PADS clients have to leave their
sites by 7 AM and cannot return to another site, almost always in another city,
until the next evening. They have to
roam the streets, find places to bide the time or keep warm all the while
dodging police harassment and arrest.
The Thursday program at Redeemer Lutheran
Church in Woodstock provides the only day of the week where the homeless
have a safe and welcoming place to go all week.
Our
congregation had a new name by the time the second season of Compassion for
Campers rolled around—Tree of Life Unitarian Universalist Congregation. Lisa was back to work dedicating hours each
week to Compassion for Campers.
But
she had other things on her plate as well.
She was travelling to a distant suburb several times a week to tend an
ill and dying parent. And her own health
was not good. That summer when she
conducted a lay led Sunday service
on Sufi and Islamic mysticism, the head scarf she wore also hid the evidence of
surgery for skin cancer. She and Tom
were also losing their long battle against losing their home.
This
January they finally lost the house to foreclosure. And they came within an eyelash of becoming
homeless themselves because they could not find rental housing they could
afford. At the last minute they found a
place at some distance from their former Woodstock home but still in the
county.
Lisa
is still doing lunches at the Drop in Center and sitting on the WACM
board. She is going to pass on responsibility
for coordinating Compassion for Campers this summer to someone who will have
big shoes to fill. But I suspect most
Mondays this summer you can find her dining with her homeless friends anyway.
If
anyone deserves an award for Courageous
Love, it’s gotta be Lisa Jacobsen.
Couldn't agree more, Patrick. She's one-of-a-kind!
ReplyDeletePatrick, as someone who has known Lisa for lifetimes, she is more than deserving of an award for courageous love....she is an embodiment of it....a true angel on earth. I love her.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite people, and the true embodiment of the idea of putting one's values into practice by helping others.
ReplyDelete-- Terry Kappel