“And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.” Romans 8.28 (NLT)
I blogged my way to health through another medium for a few years. My current blog – this one – is reflective of my current state (of mind and being). The first blog was full of a lot of painful processing. I “met” some amazing people through that work, and many have remained friends – some I have even met personally.
June 2006: To Bring Your Best, You Must Bring Your Worst…Two very interesting speakers took the stage today: Dan Allender, who started his time with a bang when he declared a lack of confidence by our culture in today’s “truth spinners” (pastors). He stated that, for the 21st century, the core isse will be BEAUTY, and that artists are now the evangelists of the next century. “The sermon is now an adjunct.” I found that a rather bold statement, one that was no doubt disturbing to several of the pastors in attendance – especially those not from Seattle or San Francisco or Chicago…life in the heartland and the south doesn’t necessarily reflect those same cultural shifts, I think.
Allender stated, “To bring your best, you must bring your worst.” He encouraged us all to be willing to be honest about your mental and spiritual state, your exhaustion and your brokenness. “God intends – through the creation of art – to expose. When artists create, we are stripping before God. He will wrestle with us (as He did Jacob) and expose us. God will always take you to a draw – no winning, no losing, just brokenness and then a touch to the hip.”
It was a fascinating perspective, peppered with much encouragement to accept – even trumpet – inadequacies and shy away from striving for perfection.
This is all so drastically different from the culture even 10 years ago that I’m not too sure the pendulum hasn’t swung to the extreme. I appreciated and agreed with much of what Allender said on a personal basis; but it does seem a bit touchy-feely.
Some things I learned today:
- When I don’t have to cook for a family, I can use one plate. And one fork. And just wash them over and over. Wow.
- After two days alone, I’ve begun to talk to myself. Quite a bit. I also spoke harshly today to a large pot. Left alone, to my own devices, I will undoubtedly turn into a crazy lady.
- Twitter – especially Tweetdeck – is bad for me. Having it off for two days has led to some blessed relief.
- My natural rhythm is bed at midnight, up at 8:30. This has not changed for most of my life. I sort of thought I’d grow out of it. Hasn’t happened. That’s my normal.
- I like garlic.
- I’m sure of three things in my life: the work I do, the people I love and my devotion to my kids. It’s been a journey to get here – on study break a few years ago, I was questioning two of the three. Now, there’s no doubt.
- I’d rather watch ‘Biggest Loser’ than ‘American Idol’. Study break or not, I’m not missing Tuesday night with Jillian.
- I like yoga. I did yoga with FitTv today. It was really cool.
I’m so proud of this kid. David is having a great year at school. His teacher, Monica Gerow, is outstanding. Between his natural maturation and her incredible skill, she’s managed to unlock the key to his head and his heart.
If you grasp and cling to life on your terms, you’ll lose it, but if you let that life go, you’ll get life on God’s terms. – Luke 17.33
Sometimes I realize with profound clarity that the life of our church community is complex and far-reaching. I know that there are dynamic and fascinating small groups meeting every night of the week all over the county; folks are meeting for discipleship classes, connected at the Y, meeting for coffee, stopping by the office for appointments, working at the church house in Cartersville, planning events, etc. PCC folks are networking all over the place. And obviously we get together for our large celebration and worship experience on Sundays at PHS.
“God’s called every one of us to SOMETHING. Some of us are missing this.”
“Hallelujah to the God who savesI will never be the sameHallelujah to the God who savesI’ll stand and my world will be changed”
When our income tax refund comes in, I usually take a bit of it and buy something for the house. Curtains, a chair, cookware; there’s always something that we could use that seems like a reasonable splurge.
I slept in. From 8:30 – 9:00ish, I had a very weird dream. Wrigley Field was in Kansas. Kim Bontrager was showing me around the state, riding on a tiny train – like the kind you take around the zoo. It was all good until we went down a very steep hill and I realized the train was some sort of roller coaster. Kim insisted it was normal.
We were at Monticelllo. I was thrilled! I’ve wanted to go ever since my first trip with the kids up to Carters Mountain.
Gathered up from a post on Milton’s blog, here is something I recognized today.
All you want is for your voice to be part of the record, at a particular time and place. You try to be on the right side of history. And maybe some other kid will hear that and go, “Oh, yeah, that sounds like the place I live.” …And the fire I feel in myself and the band – it’s a very enjoyable thing. It carries an element of desperateness. It also carries an element of thankfulness. We are perched at a place where we want to continue on – with excellence. That’s our goal. And all the rest of the stuff – we’re gonna figure it out.