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Wayward No More

Though I once wondered in cities and towns in search of truth, I found it in the desert with my creator.

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Location: Ohio, United States

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Blog Consolidation

I've elected to bring some sanity to my blogging world by consolidating. So, this (oft neglected) blog has been retired and moved to www.waywardsun.com.

If anyone is still around please update your bookmarks/feeds.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Drive 5 hours for Church

Our expedition started at 6am on a rather cold and still dark Sunday morning. Why not drive 5 hours to go to church we had asked ourselves, why not indeed! Earlier in the semester a fellow student and friend, Nate, and I had hatched a plan to travel north(west) to visit Mars Hill and see Rob Bell preach. I have been a fan for many a year now and Nate was a recent convert having seen a number of the Nooma videos. In fact, while it was always on my mind as something to do it was actually Nate who suggested the trip. I took this as divine blessing of our outing. (Credit must also be heaped on Daen for being willing to let me be gone for Gavin’s entire waking hours).

The weather was rather cooperative once we got a few miles north of our starting point and by they time we came home the sun was shining bright. The trip up there was rather quiet with one stop to fill the tank and empty the bladders, we were on a tight schedule. Nate slept most of the way up only getting home from Florida at 1am that morning! Thankfully another friend, Tony, had chosen to join us and he kept me awake and alert with excellent conversation.

We arrived at the church at 10:45, just in time for the 11am service. The people directing traffic were nice and parked us like we were at Disneyland. I had heard the church was housed in an old mall, and that indeed is true. I’d also heard that they had no real signage or overt advertising, also true. In fact if you didn’t know you would think the YMCA they rent space too was the only thing there. Thankfully the crowd of people heading inside gave the secret away and also gave us a trail to follow. We finally spotted some simple verbiage on the door elevating any doubt that everyone here was for a white sale at Penny’s.

Once inside you are struck by the simplicity of it all. What was necessary to remove was removed but this was, indeed, a mall. Old storefronts were vaguely veiled into rooms for youth, children’s, and baby/toddler ministries. The wide open central walkway once trodden on by parcel carrying patrons now bustled with families and children headed to church. The main worship space itself is easily envisioned as one time department store. I couldn’t help but think with all these people surly they could afford better then the row upon row of plastic chairs that awaited us? The, of course, I realized that they could, …but that they had chosen not too.

They do there service “in the round” with a central stage with a for sided project screen above it. The musicians each take a place on one side when they play, and they can play! The service actually started with a congregational reading in unison, something I had not expected. We then sang two songs that I latter found out were reworked classic hymns. We then learned a new song and sang one more that was apparent know well by the congregation. For most of the singing the song leader in the band would drop out after the first few words leaving the congregation to sing in one voice alone. I had never experienced that with so many people at once. Being in that space singing was amazing and truly worshipful. I have not experienced anything like it in quite a while and it reminded me how much I missed contemporary musical arrangements.

After the songs Rob bounded onto stage with no fanfare or unnecessary introduction. And, like with every sermon I’ve listened to online, he went strait into the scripture. I, having already grabbed my infamous blue bible, was more then happy to follow along. They put the verse and the page number on the projection screen but not the text themselves. At first I found this odd until I heard the noise of literally thousands of people shuffling the thin pages of bible. I will not soon forget that sound or how amazing it was. People were physically interacting with the book, learning about its different parts and its means of navigation. By touching it, negotiating it, and reading it in community they were coming to understand it, coming to be comfortable with it. This is how it should be.

I will spare you the details of the sermon except to say that you should download it because it is very much worth the listen. Rob spoke for about forty minutes and concluded with prayer and offered a simple benediction. Then, we were done. Admittedly it was a little jarring at first to just be finished like that. I guess I expected more singing or something to formally close us and bring me down from the high I had listening to him speak. But I wonder if that wasn’t the point though? I can’t say for sure about their intentions but by not giving an overt ending to the service they said to me “Hey, this isn’t over, its just time for you to continue this outside and bring it to the world.”

The three of us then stood around while people began to great each other again and we just took the experience in. While I was looking around I noticed Rob had come off the stage and was just talking with people that came by. I knew I had to say hello before we left so that’s what I did. I had about thirty seconds with him. I told him we had driven up from Ohio to see the church and I thanked him for all he’s done and for being a part of my call to ministry through the teaching of the church. I’m not sure what I expected him to say to that (and I’m not exactly sure what he did say) but he was very nice and gave us his undivided intention during our short moment together. The one thing I can tell you is that the man is tall, much taller then I ever expected.

After this we grabbed some lunch and headed home. On the way back Nate read our New Testament reading aloud (4 of the contested letters of Paul) and we had an interesting discussion around their authorship and their meanings. We arrived back on campus almost exactly 13 hours after we left. It was worth every moment! If you ever get a chance to go you should, you will not be disappointed.

Okay, I’m tired now, I’m going to sleep.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Second Semester

Tomorrow morning I start my second term at seminary. It is honestly hard to believe that it has been that long (and that my son is almost 18 months old, how’d that happen??). When God called us out of our comfortable lives back in New Mexico and moved us to Ohio we knew we were in for an adventure but I don’t think we expected this.

My first term did not go anywhere near as expected. Coming here I worried about classes, finances, and the logistics of moving my family into campus housing less then half the size of wonderful home we were leaving. Could a guy who didn’t enjoy being a student six years ago when he finished undergrad succeed in grad school? Was I being unfair to my son taking away his room to play and for toys, and could my wife and I survive our new lower economic status? All along the way we wondered and worried and all along the way God provided for us in ways we never expected. Little miracles almost daily that saved us and uplifted up.

Two months in we were finally getting comfortable. We saw all the problems being smoothed out and the path being leveled before us. We finally began to accept that this is where God wanted us and that he had made provision. Then, Tuesday of break week, the call came.

Brian had been my best friend since the first day of undergrad. In fact more so, he was a brother. We had been together all through school and worked for the same firm the first year after. He moved to Arizona eight months after we moved to New Mexico and six months after that had a son named Trevor. I visited him often and at our first meeting I claimed Trevor as mine, he was just to perfect. I told his parents that, like it or not, I was going to be his Godfather and he would be my Godson. Brian called me that morning to tell me Trevor was in the hospital and he had Leukemia.

I went to be with them the next week and stayed with them for six days. I then rode the rollercoaster with them from home over email and daily phone calls. Trevor got better and then worse. In December we started to see signs of hope and the doctors began to talk about transplant centers and permanent remission, but it was not to be. On December 13th at 2:30 am, the Wednesday of finals week, after a major relapse caused irreversible heart damage his parents turned of the machines keeping him alive. I got on a plane that morning and was there by 5pm.

All the while this was happening another friend, my son’s Godfather, Jim had been fighting pancreatic cancer. The Monday before Trevor died he was put into hospice care and passed away three days later. My family and I spent that week driving around the southwest, between Phoenix and Albuquerque, attending to everyone that needed us. We got home on the 23rd to a tough and introspective Christmas.

I will admit I argue with God sometimes about all this. How does a good God allow it? What are we supposed to do about it? Why did you send me so far away from those I love when they needed me (and I them)?

There are no easy answers except to say that we grieve with hope, and we hope because we serve a risen Lord. I doubt I will ever understand why a four year old was taken from his parents, but I have seen the pain it causes and because of that I am compelled to make sure no other parents must lose their children if can be stopped.

So, as I sit hear now wondering about everything that can and will be done this semester I pray that God will prepare me for whatever may come and bring me opportunities to live out the hope he instills in us all.