Co-Founder Brett Flener’s Mary Morris Award Speech

Hearing people speak about the kind of person Mary Morris was in her time at Lipscomb is a
humbling experience. In my time, I hope to cultivate only a portion of the spirit she spread
among her peers and students. James Brown, a good friend of mine, and co-worker of Mary
Morris told me countless stories about the kindness she practiced so regularly. Specifically, he
mentioned his experience of a dinner party that Mary invited him to. It was at that dinner party
that James fully experienced Mary’s way of making everyone she encountered feel valued and
appreciated regardless of socioeconomic level or position in society. So, I would like to first
thank Mary’s parents for raising such a wonderful woman and sharing her with the community
here at Lipscomb.

I would also like to thank my parents who have taught me more about hospitality than they will
ever know. I cannot remember a time in my life when the door hasn’t been open to whomever I
decided to bring home. Be it best friends from university or a chronically ill individual whose
residence was the streets of Nashville- there was always a place at our table. I cannot thank them
enough for all of the support they have given me over the past few years.

I would also like to mention past recipients of this award, Andrew and Lindsey Krinks, both of
whom have been instrumental in forming and sustaining the person I am today.

1 John talks a lot about fear, death, and love.

We know that we have left death and come over into life; we know it
because we love others. Those who do not love are still under the
power of death. –1 John 3.14

18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because
fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made
perfect in love.

Who in this room fears death?

As biological creatures we are driven by our instincts for self-preservation. And given that
pleasure and pain regulate our actions we often become selfish and hedonistic. Further, given
that self-preservation is the ethic of being mortal we can see how we can become enslaved to
death. Mortality fears constantly push and pull on us, manipulating our animal instincts for
survival and self-preservation.

The battle we all face is the battle between fear and love. Between
self-interest and self-giving.

Obviously, selfish, envious, prideful, and violent people are going to
have a hard time loving others. Such are the psychological and
behavioral expressions of a life enslaved to the fear of death.

Resurrection, or living in freedom, is victory over this fear in the
concrete expression of love toward others. Living a life marked by
Resurrection is the willingness to undergo a diminishment of the self
and the ego to give life to others. Resurrection is perfect love casting
out fear.

The Christian tradition provides no clear consensus on where
boundaries should be set when it comes to sacrificing for others. I
think it is clear that the saints and the gospels prophetically
encourage us to adjust our current boundaries, to say Yes more to
others and No more to the self. It’s the journey of learning to love
more and more that seems most critical.

Richard Beck, a behavioral psychologist and ad-hoc theologian at ACU (who I have been ripping
off for the past two paragraphs) offers us some insight on how to serve: Give up the striving after
self-esteem and significance. How? Do good work. Enjoy the work for itself. Don’t turn work
into a self-esteem project. Don’t serve that power. Put aside the anxiety of chasing self-esteem

and significance and learn to enjoy the day. Notice the simple gifts of food and drink. Be present
with your loved ones. Cherish and cultivate friendships. Don’t turn religion into a self-esteem
project. Don’t be too righteous. Yet don’t be foolish either. Seek wisdom over violence and war.
Avoid the propaganda of nations and fools. Spend the day doing good.

Though I’m not sure how far we should go in some ultimate or absolute sense, I am fairly certain
that most of us can do more. That’s what I’m asking us all to consider.

William James, a great pragmatist of the 20th century observed:

“When we look at living creatures from an outward point of view, one of the first things that
strike us is that they are bundles of habits.”

His point is simply this: Despite our feelings to the contrary, from the time we wake in the
morning to the time we go back to sleep most, if not all, of our actions are deeply set in the
grooves of habit. It follows, then, that much of our happiness and virtue, or misery or vice, is due
to the kinds of habits we have acquired over the years. Our goal, therefore, is to learn to cultivate
habits that lead to virtue and self-giving towards others.

When I met Chris Ferguson in January of 2010, he had recently been released from prison. I was
serving at one of the many warming shelters in the city that had been organized by Amos House
Community church. Chris and I shared stories until the early hours of the morning and
exchanged contact information. The relationship forged in that place still exists until today.

Chris had been a truck driver for the last 23 years of his life. During his 2 years in prison- his
trucking license expired. This left him without an occupation or means to thrive in his new
circumstances. I introduced Chris to a group of my friends and we made it a point to spend time
together on a regular basis. Shortly after this, we began to pull money together to put down a
deposit on an apartment for Chris. If Lipscomb Security had the resources they do today, I’m
sure there would have been an interrogation into suspicious activities. During these times, it
would be regular for me to send out a text in the morning and subsequently collect money for the
entirety of the day in what, to the common observer, would look like a thriving open air drug
market. There was a certain camaraderie between the individuals who were giving in secret
throughout the hallways of Lipscomb. It was something most of us had never experienced
before. After talking to Chris face to face and knowing him as a person, it was easy for our
group of friends to tear down stereotypes and practice compassion.

It was simple. We had more than we needed. Chris did not have what he needed. It was
common sense that we should fast from weekend activities, or for some people, from food, so

that someone else could have the physical necessities and opportunity to move past their
unfavorable circumstances. It made sense that some of us should skip class to drive 8 hours
roundtrip to Georgia so Chris could reinstate his license. And when the church that offered him
family and community held its services on Sunday nights, but the shelter doors closed at 5, it
made sense that a bed in the dorm. I feel confident speaking for myself and the friends who
know Chris when I say we are forever changed in light of that experience.

I talked to Chris yesterday, he is doing well, on the road in Georgia to pick up a load. Every-time
I call, he never fails to proclaim his love and gratitude for the small sacrifices we decided to
make on his behalf. And asks if there is anything he can do for me. On my better days, I return
the thanks, acknowledging that he played a significant part in liberating my friends and I from
our own oppression of selfish decisions and materialism and introducing us to the life that can be
found in service.

Revisiting William James-the great pragmatist- we remember his observation that human beings
are a bundle of habits. Consequently, to make this world a better place, we will have to practice
our beliefs about service consistently to make it a part of who we are. If I had one piece of
advice for students today it would be to get out there and develop relationships with people doing
significant work today. Some of you have thought about contacting groups whose work you
admire but have been putting it off. Stop doing this. Pursue your passion to serve. Send an
email right now on your smartphone.

If you are unsure of where to start this search then it’s your lucky day. It is my privilege to
introduce you to three organizations from Nashville who I believe are doing great work out of
authentic love for others:

Please consider donating your time, talents, or money to these organizations that work to
empower some of the most vulnerable citizens in our society. If you want to talk more about
how to get involved, a few of us will be up front after the ceremony has concluded. Thank you

Project Homeless Connect

Project Homeless Connect is a one-day, one-stop event to provide people experiencing homelessness with access to a broad range of services, including medical check-ups, eye screenings, foot care, legal services, employment assistance, pet care, food, toiletries, and more.

We need around 500 general volunteers to make Project Homeless Connect successful for all of our guests. Without the support of volunteers just like you, we would not be able to pull it all off.

This year, the event is scheduled for Wednesday, March 28th at the Tennessee State Fairgrounds. There are three volunteer shifts available: All Day (7:30AM-3:30PM), Morning (7:30AM-12:30PM), and Afternoon (11:30AM-3:30PM). If you would like to sign up for the event (or learn more information), please visit our volunteer listing on HandsOn Nashville by clicking this link, there you will see all three shift options.

In addition, if you are a part of a company, organization or congregation that could bring volunteers, we would love to have your group volunteer at PHC this year. Please let us know if you need any further information,

YOU can be that SERVANT.

A Book a Month

Our staff has covenanted to read a book a month in hopes that it might help bring us closer to our center . . . to the heart of our work. We’d love to have you join us. Pull up a comfy chair, prop your feet up and grab one of our favorites off the shelf. We want to know your favorites too!

Warming Shelters Update

OTN served over 250 folks the nights of January 12th and 13th when the temperatures fell into the low 20’s.  Many thanks to all of you who helped with transportation, cooking, supplying needs, “Inn Keeping”, setting up, cleaning up, and laundry.  And a very special thanks to our partners who without, we would not have been able to pull it all off: The Nashville Food Project, EthosEast Nashville Cooperative Ministry, Hobson United Methodist Church, Barth Vernon United Methodist Church, and Woodbine Presbyterian Church.  
“Do your little bit of good where you are;
it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.”
– Desmond Tutu

Good Tidings of Comfort and Joy

by Meredith Fitzsimmons
Open Table Nashville Volunteer Coordinator

My sister is always coming up with great ideas. It was my sister who came up with the scheme to re-enact the Oregon Trail in our living room every Sunday afternoon growing up, and I’m pretty sure she was also responsible for painting our room a perfect Pepto-Bismal pink. So it came as no surprise when Liz called me to ask if her fourth grade students could write holiday letters for our friends at Hobson House. I immediately loved the idea, and planned to meet her class that next morning.

All elementary schools smell the same, right? It’s as if the moment you walk through those giant double doors, you are instantly transported back to the days of line leaders, untied shoelaces and Crayola crayons. I walked into Mrs. Knowles’ classroom thoroughly convinced that I knew what to expect. I had prepared myself for boredom and inattentiveness. I had prepared for the rolling of eyes, un-welcomed whispers, and the kid that somehow is in every class and is always chopping his eraser to pieces for no reason. What I had not prepared for, however, was the excitement and energy that filled the room. I had not prepared for the immense curiosity, the detailed questions, and the pure joy of children learning about our Open Table friends.

Throughout the week, the students worked on holiday cards for our friends in the Hobson House. What started as a creative writing project soon catapulted into a whole new realm of children investing in their city—their community. They started bringing in everything they could to share with their new pen pals. It was as though they had run through their houses, asking their parents how much they could give to their new friends, picking up everything that would fit in their backpacks.

I will never forget the night I took those letters to the house. I don’t think I have ever experienced so much warmth in one room. Presents were suddenly not as important as two pages written in pencil with shaky handwriting. The stillness in the room was only interrupted by a few chuckles here and there, brought on by the cleverness that only children can provide. Finally, Douglas, one of our residents, broke the silence by saying, “This is better than any present. This is the present.”

I often find myself thinking back to that night. It is hard to forget the joy seen in the eyes of friends—the joy of a ten-year-old boy, reciprocated by that of a fifty-year-old man. It was contagious, and the lines of “giving” and “receiving” were instantly blurred into a beautiful mosaic of community and hospitality. As you step into 2012, may you experience the joy of giving to your city. May you celebrate the magnitude of what it means to receive from your community. May we become a community that gives eagerly like a child, and receive with the wisdom to recognize our immense need for each other.