Yvonne Chappell

Yvonne Chappell got connected to South Street Ministries through the Youth Employment for Success program, a program of Jobs and Family Services designed to provide opportunities for youth to learn employment skills over the summer. Yvonne was one of our YES workers this past summer at the Front Porch Café and Summer Camp. She journeyed alongside us through a hard summer season, and was consistent in showing up and bringing her full self everywhere she went. After the summer, she was hired on staff at the Front Porch Café. Yvonne is currently attending Case Western University studying Psychology and Communication Science, with the hopes of becoming a child counselor. This blog is a part of 20/20 Come and See series. 

My summer at South Street Ministries has been full of opportunities, and new adventures. When I first began I was acutely aware of the many things South Street Ministries had to offer, from a Café to a Summer Camp. I’d heard the names of the different programs, wondering what they each looked like up close. I started at the Café where I washed dishes for most of the time; I was okay with this because I happen to enjoy washing dishes. The first week on the job was a waiting period before the Summer Camp program began and I wasn’t expected to return to working at the Front Porch. Through Summer Camp I got to experience the garden program, (honestly speaking, not my favorite thing in the world), but I will say that I love the initiative of teaching the kids about where their food comes from. An overall thing that I have witnessed in the entirety of South Street Ministries is the people and how they interact with the community around them.

There may be a bunch of programs under South Street Ministries, but one constant throughout is the group of people who give their hearts and time. At the Café you have Gary, a behind the scenes kind of guy, who keeps you laughing and on your feet. You also have Joe, the boss man, who is always in a meeting of some sort getting things done for the whole of South Street. And Jacqueline, or Jackie as I’ve come to call her, who graciously took me under her wing and taught me the ins and out of the Café; she is also over the garden program. Lastly there is Erin and Toni, two of the most down-to-earth women I have ever met, who continue to have my back no matter what. Gary, Joe, Jackie, Erin and Toni are The Front Porch–no matter who walks in the doors, everyone gets a “Hello” and a “How are you?” Most of all they embrace each other and lean on one another for support through loss, planning, and everyday life.

The Summer Camp program introduced me to the rest of the staff of South Street Ministries. There was Bobby, the biggest teddy bear ever, who all of the kids know and love. There was David, newer to the program, but just as important–running Summer Camp and Bike Shop with Bobby. There was Amber, the creative mind who comes up with super fun crafts. She is also an encouragement to the kids for them to express themselves through art. That there was the many volunteers that came on a daily basis.

While working at South Street Ministries I have seen many genuine acts of kindness. Anyone who walks into the Café can use the bathroom without buying anything–a small blessing with huge benefits for those who need it. For patrons who are less fortunate, Gary is always ready and willing to give a free meal no matter the cost. Also, within the community of the Café some people come in on a regular basis and they, too, will extend their time and money for anyone. For example, Don Drumm. who is a regular, comes in almost everyday, took time out to come back to the Café and install ticket racks in the kitchen for Gary (who by the way didn’t ask for this nor was he expecting it.)

This summer I had the great opportunity of finding some of my voice through helping the kids and working in the Café. When I first began this summer, everywhere I went I was slow to talk to anyone I was unfamiliar with. Throughout the summer, I began coming out of my “comfort zone” as I worked in the Café and had to greet customers and serve them. I began openly starting conversations and learning about people. When I worked at Bike Shop, I would talk to the volunteers that came through. After this summer I feel ready to jump into the social world at school and be comfortable in new conversations.

This summer was amazing for me. I learned how to make three different types of salad, sauté onions and peppers, and I even swaddled silverware! I wouldn’t change a thing from this summer, because through these various programs at South Street, I made new friends that have become like family. I wouldn’t change them for anything.

20/20 Come and See Storytelling Series

This past year at South Street Ministries we have been reflecting a lot on our story. This year marked the 20th year of ministry for Duane and Lisa Crabbs, fulfilling their commitment to the community they made at the very beginning.

“20 years” has been the elusive goal, always present as Duane and Lisa would speak about the work of the ministry. “We made a 20-year-commitment.” And here we are–20 years later.

I’m writing to you all, and my name is not Duane, nor is it Lisa. My name is Amber Cullen, and I’m our Communications Director at South Street Ministries. My job is to pay close attention to our story, listening to the reverberations of the Spirit in the lifeblood of the ministry, bearing witness to where God is made manifest.

South Street Ministries is a movement and legacy that began with the Crabbs as they stepped in obedience into Summit Lake to better love God and their neighbors, and continues through us who now consider ourselves a part of the ministry and organization.

I am a testimony of the impact of the faithfulness and consistency of Lisa and Duane Crabbs. My story intersected with theirs during a pivotal season in my life five years ago where in deep recognition of the world’s pain, I sought to understand the role of the Church in it. I knew I loved Jesus, but didn’t see how to embody that love to my neighbor with my hands and feet. At South Street I saw a different way, which challenged me to question how I stewarded my time, gifts, and capacity.

This is the heartbeat of many of us who have crossed paths with South Street Ministries–stories of influence, of challenge, of connection, of discipleship, of hope.

We are unlikely partners taking shared risks to renew our communities for Christ’s sake.

Last May and June, we opened the doors of The Front Porch for a 20/20 Come and See event, focused specifically on honoring Duane and Lisa, but also inviting our supporters and unlikely partners to see the present ministry. Our AfterSchool program grew from being run by Lisa Crabbs and Mike Marshall, to being led by Bob Irwin, who grew up in Summit Lake. The Front Porch was a Croatian-American club that was handed over to Duane Crabbs, and under the leadership of Joe Tucker, Thomas Jones, Eric Harmon, and Lisa Crabbs, rose to be developed into the Café, clinic, and grassroots leadership development space that it is today. Miller Ave UCC, a church in the Summit Lake community, partnered with our programs to host AfterSchool and beyond, as well as eventually merging with South Street Fellowship to create The Front Porch Fellowship, pastored by Duane Crabbs and Bryson Davis. The Long Street House, right by Miller Ave UCC, now houses a community of women leaders in ministry, (many of whom are on staff), who are living intentionally in Summit Lake running knitting circles, Girls Studio, organizing health cohorts, and teaching music lessons. It is clear that it is no longer just Lisa and Duane, but so many of us seeking to learn, live, and love Jesus and neighbor.

This 20th year at South Street Ministries also marked the cancer journey and passing of Thomas Jones, who founded and grew The Front Porch Café. In addition to Thomas passing, Eric Harmon, the Front Porch building project manager, received a job offer as a Prison Chaplain, stepping towards his long-time calling. It also marked the unexpected passing of Mike Marshall, a life-long friend, supporter, and partner in the ministry.

I don’t know if when Duane and Lisa moved into Summit Lake that they expected 20 years later to look like this–the loss and transition of three integral unlikely partners in ministry (in addition to the many other unexpected hardships of this past year).

How does one celebrate a 20th year full of loss in juxtaposition with celebrating 20 years of ministry?

We remember where we came from, and where we are going.

20 years later, it’s not just Lisa and Duane, but so many more of us opening our hands and saying, “Not our will, but Your will, Lord.” We surrender and submit the work of our hands and the intentions of our hearts to be edified by the clarity of the Spirit. God was with us long before this year of loss and celebration, God was with us during this year of loss and celebration, and God will be with us as we continue in small steps of obedience through loss and celebration. We are not about building an organizational empire in Summit Lake and South Akron. We are about being faithful to love, being faithful to show up, being faithful to support, and being faithful to bear witness to the movement of the Spirit.

The 20-year-commitment of Duane and Lisa is now held in the hands of many through the lifeblood of South Street Ministries.

These are our stories.

Come and See.



20/20 Come and See Storytelling Series:

Yvonne Chappell





Thomas R. Jones

(November 21, 1962 — July 14, 2017)

It was in November 2016 that Thomas was diagnosed with cancer. The news was delivered with a quiet shock that reverberated throughout our staff at South Street Ministries. He hadn’t been feeling well for a few weeks, talking about allergies and body pains.

But cancer? We never saw it coming.

Overnight the entirety of the organization changed. Our Executive Chef at The Front Porch Café, the one who was the heartbeat of the Café since its beginning 7 years ago, had Stage 4 cancer and was to begin radiation treatment immediately. We scrambled to fill Café shifts and ministry gaps, stepping in as the Body of Christ to support our family, dear friends, and co-workers, Thomas and Toni Jones.

There isn’t quite anything that can prepare people for that kind of news.

We found ourselves all at once stepping in the middle of liminality. Thomas quickly began radiation in December, losing his hair but never his faith or tenacious, gentle strength. Even as he battled cancer, he embodied the consistency, loyalty, and faithfulness that we all loved in him, showing up at the Café frequently to check in. He supervised, asked questions, delegated, encouraged—sometimes wrapped in a blanket to keep warm if he was feeling particularly sick that day. Oftentimes he would have to go home after a few hours because he was too tired. Even other times, Toni would have to take him from the Café straight to the hospital.

Every week at Staff Meeting the first quarter of 2017, Thomas and Toni would share testimonies about what they were learning about the character of God. Thomas and Toni would talk about how although he was sick, God was still Good. Staff Meeting became a sacred place of processing for us all, as we witnessed our friend and brother courageously battle cancer and the Jones’ practice a deep faith in God that inspired us all. In the midst of shock and unknown, it was the faith of Thomas and Toni who carried us through. We prayed for healing.

While Thomas was thick in his first set of treatments around February-April, we read from this book “Spirituality of Gratitude” by Joshua Choonmin Kang every week at Staff Meeting. It was a book about what it looks like to practice the heart-posture of gratitude in light of difficult circumstances—something we found ourselves needing to practice with Thomas’ diagnosis and radiation treatment journey. Kang writes, “It is extremely difficult, if not impossible, to be thankful for hardship or tragedy or pain during a crisis. How can a person diagnosed with cancer be grateful for the cancer? How can one be thankful for losing a loved one in a tragic accident? If anyone knows gratitude in that circumstance it is not for the crisis itself, but for God’s sovereignty in the midst of suffering.”

A few of us on staff sat by Thomas’ bedside during one of his last days with us and read stories and Psalms out-loud to our brother, co-laborer, and friend, declaring in shaking voices the faith that joined our stories together in the first place. There isn’t much more to say right now than this—that we loved Thomas Jones, and that Thomas Jones loved Jesus. That he laid down his life for those around him, that he lived his life in service to our God, and that to his final breath he declared God as Good.

Shout to the Lord forever, Brother.


(written by Amber Cullen)

Life of a Girl


D’Vyne Murry (bottom right) wrote this original poem for Girls Studio’s Spring performance in collaboration with Gum-Dip Theatre: “Explosions of Color: A Girls Studio Production.” Girls Studio empowers girls in the Summit Lake area through providing a safe space to navigate personal expression through the arts. The ten-week program serves to pastor girls in truly knowing their inherent value and worth as Beloved daughters of God. To learn more about South Street’s youth programs, please go to www.southstreetministries.org.


Life of a Girl

By D’Vyne Murry

From a little girl we were told we could be anything we wanted

To dream big, to shoot for the stars.

We laughed and skipped with joy.

Life was at its easiest.


They asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up.

We told them things like: Princess, Doctor, Dancer.


When we were older, they asked us again, but on a more serious note.

So we gave them answers like: Chef, Banker, Nurse.

But what they really don’t know is that we told them those things so that they would stop asking.

They forget that we are girls, going through things–physically, mentally, emotionally.


There are things I still don’t understand,

Like what it means to be a Woman.

What persecution will I have to face to succeed in life?

What do I have when everything is gone?

These are the questions that run through my head.




Palm “Galley Boy” Sunday

I didn’t go to church on Palm Sunday. I didn’t have it in me to celebrate a “triumphal entry” of Jesus and wave palm branches and cry “Hosanna!” I’m a fan of Palm Sunday, don’t get me wrong. I love a good celebration and a good spontaneous party. I’m just also an introvert so the only party I’m probably gonna show up for is one where Jesus is actually processing again and we’re not playing re-enactment cuz I don’t have energy for that.

I don’t know if you know the story, but Jesus comes into Jerusalem and the people are really hype about it so they lay their coats on the road and wave palm branches from the fields and cry “Hosanna!” and welcome him and it’s pretty cool. The religious leaders are in a tizzy, but everyone else is enjoying themselves. The religious leaders wanted a Messiah (Savior) who rode in on a majestic horse or something…I can’t remember. All I know is they didn’t want a donkey and they were like “This Jesus guy is not cool enough/right enough/fit in our boxes enough to be the one who is going to set things Right.” BUT HE WAS and that’s the kicker of the whole Gospel thing is that Jesus was the underdog who was actually the top dog that got executed by the state but that’s a whole nother story I digress.

But I was reading the story and I was like “What…The Triumphal Entry?” (Matthew 21, Mark 11, Luke 19:28, John 12:12) Like, triumphal entry for whom? I’m not sure why it’s called the triumphal entry because I’m pretty sure a majority of people were not down with this whole procession thing and it’s further implications. I mean the guy comes in and basically says he has street cred and totally challenges the framework of the place. He challenges Empire. He challenges the very essence of the city. And that never makes the status quo happy. Especially when your whole life work is spent maintaining something and this bro comes out of nowhere and starts eradicating boundaries and laying down a new law for the land.

Like, today. I’m waking up, taking it easy, looking out my window in Summit Lake and wondering what it would look like if Jesus did that whole procession thing in Akron. Okay. First off, there’s a lot of problems with this idea. One, we don’t ride donkeys. There’s no way two disciples are gonna come in Akron and find a donkey to bring back for Jesus to ride downtown. He’s just gonna look waaaaaay strange. Two, we don’t have palm branches that we found out in the fields. I wish we had palm branches. Again, it just ain’t gonna happen. This is a city in the Midwest. Three, we don’t have cloaks to lay down in the middle of the path, nor do we have paths that we use for transportation. How could Jesus even have a procession in Akron?

So I start to think that maybe Jesus actually sent his disciples to the Metro station to borrow a Greyhound. Their logo is a dog. Dog, donkey—close enough. So the two disciples are drivin’ this Greyhound bus they borrowed (sorry fam who’s about to miss your bus, but trust me you won’t want to miss this procession) trying to figure out how to get back to South Akron where Jesus is but the construction is a mess and so they end up running over a few orange cones and cursing a bit and going down the wrong way of a one-way street but they FINALLY make it back down S. Main St. and out of the city.

Jesus hops in at the faaaaarrr end of S. Main and maybe the disciples put streamers on the back or maybe there are signs saying “Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee!!” but Jesus ain’t that flashy so he probs just gets on the bus and invites people who are walking down S. Main to hop on cuz they can’t afford the bus. Actually, no. I’d like to think that maybe these walkers are the ones who are actually running ahead into South Akron and Summit Lake, frantically knockin’ on doors and gathering a crowd to welcome the slow moving Greyhound bus.

I dunno. Anyway, I’m probably chillin’ in my house in Summit Lake thinking way too intense about life but I hope there’s a knock at my door (probably from a neighbor-kid) shouting at me “JESUS IS RIDING DOWN BROADWAY IN A GREYHOUND BUS COME QUICK” and I’m like “Wut. Who’s Jesus?” and I hop up and get my shoes on tho sometimes I’m slow moving so it may take a while and I’m running out there with everyone and their mother from the Peter Maurin Center and Save-a-Lot and the strip clubs and the take out stores and Long St. and Main St. and Archwood and Church’s Chicken and South Street and the auto shops and the random buildings that I don’t know what’s in them and all the spaces in-between and we’re in a tizzy trying to sort out what this slow moving bus is about but you best believe we know this is no joke so we show up.

The crowd is quickly gathering and slowly moving down Broadway and we’re rushing to fill all the potholes with dirt ahead of Jesus and move all the orange cones so the ride isn’t so terrible (cuz this construction is a mess.) We don’t have cloaks to extend on the path, but we do have a deep sense of Midwest hospitality and we know potholes are the worst. We edge closer to South Street, to Thornton, people coming from Summit Lake and South Akron, streaming from the varying buildings offering social services, social support—ALDI’S. THERE IS A CROWD COMING OUT OF ALDI’S. SOMEONE’S BRINGING A CHEESE PLATE! It’s a scene! We pass the Metro station and hit University housing and students join. I hope some bring protests signs because it wouldn’t be a good crowd without a protest of some kind.

We’re entering downtown and we don’t have palm fronds but someone had the foresight to bring hundreds of Galley Boys from Swensons so we’re tossing bags and waving our burgers to welcome Jesus to Akron. IT’S A PARTY IN DOWNTOWN ON BROADWAY. CONFETTI EVERYWHERE. GALLEY BOYS ARE FLYIN’! HOSANNA! HOSANNA!  YAY JESUS! SO MANY RANDOM AKRON-ITES GATHERED TOGETHER AROUND A GREYHOUND BUS!

After Jesus is welcomed into the city he goes to the temple to check it out and sees that people are sellin’ stuff there and he get super upset and flips the tables and drives the sellers out. Holy space is to be kept holy. The priorities of the religious are out of line with the heart of God, and Jesus flips the tables to bring light to this dissonance. That is the role of a prophet—to bring light to the dissonance and challenge the powers that be.

I don’t really know what that looks like to contextualize this part of the story to Akron. I’d like to think that maybe Jesus meanders the procession down to King James Way. I like the dissonance of that—Jesus being in the space where we welcomed another proclaimed King (James) with a giant procession.

I’d like to think he stands on the stage at Lock 3…and just stands there. Maybe all my neighbors from Summit Lake and South Akron are still there, finally eating the Galley Boys, taking a break and resting from a long walk. Everyone else probably left, having more self-proclaimed important work to do.

I’d like to think that Jesus finally opens His mouth to teach, on a sunny April day at Lock 3, and he speaks the words he spoke when he first began his ministry in Nazareth: “The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”

Ooo…Yes. That is a triumphal entry, indeed.