An unlikely story of friendship...

Six months ago an unlikely friendship began in a dusty church basement in South Camden - a basement refashioned into a small boat building shop.

After raising 4 children of his own, Doug decided to volunteer a few hours each week to build boats with young people in the city. Every Tuesday and Friday afternoon, Doug leaves his office in Moorestown, drives 20 minutes to the intersection of Broadway and Filmore, and disappears down the back steps of the old Church of the Savior.

Every Tuesday and Friday afternoon Doug enters another world—a world different from the world in which he works, lives, and attends church.

“I had no idea what these kids are dealing with each day,” he confessed recently. “Just surviving is an amazing accomplishment.”

Each day Doug crosses a road to cut plywood, hammer nails, and apply Epoxy glue with a group of eager children, he is drawn deeper into their young lives. Over the whining power saws, and clouds of sawdust, Doug hears bits and pieces of their stories. One young man stood out.

“I took a liking to Luis,” he shared. “He was engaged, interested, and friendly—just a great kid.”

Luis had stumbled into the boat shop one day at the urging of an UrbanPromise counselor. “I knew Luis was safer hammering nails and playing with band saws than out on the streets,” shared Tony Vega. “He needed to get away from his friends.”

So the suburban accountant began building a canoe with the paroled teen from the inner city. Like the glue they applied to weld their wooden planks, their common work bonded these two unlikely friends in a unique way.

“When I heard he got in trouble with the police I was crushed,” lamented Doug. “ I was really troubled and saddened.”

Like so many young people in the city, it is hard to break the strong hold of the streets. This was true for Luis. His heart was right. His intentions were good. He wanted to change. But when temptation sits within a few feet of your front doorstep, it is almost impossible to redirect your life.

Because he violated parole, Luis was now looking at 2-7 years in prison. The presiding judge would change his mind only if Luis could find a place to live outside the city.

“I started calling my friends,” claimed Doug, “to see if they would open their home for Luis.”

This is what happens when we enter into the lives of others. We begin to feel their pain. We begin to walk in their shoes and enter their stories. The consequence: we feel compelled to advocate on their behalf because they are no longer strangers. Doug’ s unsuccessful attempts at advocacy took him to a deeper place. He began to ask himself why he was calling his friends—why wasn’ t he volunteering?

“I talked to my wife about having Luis move into our home,” he laughs. “ She was already one step ahead of me.”

So for the last 4 months Luis eats family dinners, does chores, and spends his weekends riding bikes with the Sell family—an ordinary family who made space in their lives for a young man whose future was hanging on brink of disaster.

Doug and Luis are now training together on were out for a 10 mile ride in preparation for an upcoming 50 mile bike race called, Pedal for Promise. Two miles from their car, in the middle of the New Jersey Pine Barrens, it was essential to fix the tire. Doug was struggling to figure out how to change the damaged tube.

“I used to fix bikes all the time, Mr. Doug,” chimed Luis with a few impatient hand gestures. “Do it this way.”

Within a minute the two were back on their bike riding down the road, continuing their improbable journey together—each learning from one another, each growing into the bigger person God has called them to become.