By
Dwight Swanson
Our church is in a part of town instantly recognised by people who know Manchester in terms like ‘deprived’, or ‘drugs and gangs’, or ‘bad’. The mental image will be of feral ‘yoof’.
Young people here are not your typical middle-class sort of adolescents.
Chances are their parents found themselves unemployed and unemployable during the Recession of the 1980s, when unemployment here reached 50% at one point, and didn’t fall below 25% for a decade. Chances are they have never seen their parents work.
Chances are the idea of having a job is not part of their mental framework, or ‘world view’, if you will. One of the lads at the church’s Youth Club mentioned once that he aspired to working a particular job, and was laughed down by his mates.
Over the past 25 years we have offered a ‘Youth Club’ at the church off and on. Sometimes more off than on. Most of the time the youth workers have been typical young people enthusiastic to do something for God, but from very different backgrounds than those of the youth who would come into the building. In recent years the leadership is properly qualified in youth work, and able to lead the volunteers wisely. But, the youth are still much the same.
When the youth club is ‘off’, it tends to be because much of the membership is in jail. The club takes a break, then starts again later, sometimes with a new generation.
In earlier times we attempted to make place for them in our church services. If the lights were on in our building in the evening (we use the same space for both worship and weekly activities), the lads would flock to them like moths. They were hilariously disruptive; once they placed pictures of nude women in all the Bibles. Eventually we had to exclude them from services, and placed bouncers at the door (it was helpful to have some large college students in the church). One had his jacket sliced with a knife. While wearing the jacket.
These stories may tend to reinforce the stereotype of the community, but are not intended to. They express reality. But they are not the whole story.
Our pastor related the story today of a conversation with a couple of the lads this week. They sat still for a while, and became reflective, in a young person sort of way. And expressed what they hoped for their own futures. She noticed new tattoos peaking out from the sleeves of their T-shirts, and asked to see them. They were awkward about revealing them. They turned out to be henna tattoos; but they were the sign of the dominant local gang.
Young boys with the desire for a future life like other boys; yet, if those tattoos become permanent, heading for a too familiar future. Which future it will be is not set. But the ‘cards’ are stacked heavily against the hopeful outcome.
This is but one facet of life in this part of the city. More work with young people takes place outside of church buildings. The term used these days is ‘Detached Work’. Instead of creating a programme and trying to get young people to come, the youth workers go where the young people are. On their ground and on their terms. It seldom registers on the sort of records either churches or governments keep. But from time to time it reveals another facet of life, as this past week, with photos. People like Gideon have been quietly spending time with young people, below the public radar, for years. They simply get alongside, and offer space and opportunity for hope to take expression. Read about it here (
link).
Another facet is caught by the light. Just one of many.