Happy 22nd Honey! I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to call you. I hope you and Troy are having a great time in the cities and skiing. Here are a few blasts from the past to make you feel nostalgic. See you soon!
PS: Happy Belated Birthday to Erik too!
As far as I'm concerned InterVarsity has a bad reputation and this is doing nothing to improve it. (This may come from my bad experiences with them, so maybe I'm biased.) They are being too forceful, too in your face. People who are college age don't jive well with that. Christianity works better on a one to one basis, in an open discussion where issues can be addressed. Not in a finite little box where everything is absolute.
Life is messy. InterVarsity needs to admit that Christianity isn't perfect.
And it also pains me to see Suzanne (a girl I shared a floor with freshman year and had wonderful bible study with) attach her name so boldly to this campaign. People don't know the person behind it and will immediately judge and ridicule. And doesn't it seem a bit self-serving?
This SO rocks:)
It was found in Deputy, which is weird, cause I don't remember being in Deputy during the hour I lost it. I had it when I paid in the Union, I walked to class in HS100 and when I was leaving class it was gone, not in any seats, vanished.
And now reappeared out of thin air.
I keep thinking about an incident that happened at church tonight. We have a ritual of going around the circle and everyone tells one good thing and one bad thing that happened to them during the week. With a bunch of middle and high schoolers who are very rambunctious we are constantly asking them to be quiet and listen to what their peers have to say.
Anyway, tonight a guy was telling us about some kids who threw hot sauce in a locker bay and it happend to land on this guy's new books. It wasn't relevant to the story that the kids were minorities - earlier he had told Kari and I about it and specifically used their race, at which time I explained that kids are kids and we wouldn't mention their race if they were white. Anyway, when he told the group he (thankfully) left that detail out - until others asked of their names. That is when the horribly racist comment was blurted out of a different boys mouth. And I freaked out. I didn't yell, but made an uncomfortable situation. I made it clear that it was unacceptable to discriminate for any reason.
The reason I feel bad is, I should have addressed the whole group more and not made it seem like I was only chewing him out. He is a really good kid - completely outrageous and funny and clever and smart, he was only trying to make a joke.
Later, I pulled him aside and apoligized for singling him out. I told him I knew he was a good kid and that I should have directed it at the whole group. He told me it was okay because, he was used to being yelled at. I don't want him to be used to being yelled at! I want to understand him and figure out how to express my displeasure without making him an example.
How do we teach our middle schoolers to love and respect eachother. Not cut eachother down and proclaim their hate for each other. It is such a crazy time in their lives, where they are figuring out where they fit in. There is such competition between everyone. Why can't they just go with the flow, deal with people who they think are annoying. How do I help them do that!?
I was kneeling at the rail. And I was trying to remember the last time when I felt engulfed with the holy spirit.
God is omnipresent, he seeps into every nook and cranny. But not just as one-size-fits-all, he meets us where we're at. He's not going to make everything easy, your problems aren't going to go away. He helps you deal.
I keep surprising myself when I look in the mirror and see black smudges on my forehead. Lent begins today.
10 Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. 11 Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. 12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation and make me willing to obey you. | 10God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life. 11Don't throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness in me. 12Bring me back from gray exile, put a fresh wind in my sails! |
But, shit, I didn't tell him that. I'm so careful about not wanting to hurt others, that even when they hurt me I don't want them to feel bad about it. I think part of it is an ego thing. I don't want to seem weak, I don't want others to know that they have hurt my feelings. So, I mask it. I hold it inside.
Then I think to myself, it's not my "emotional day of the month", that was last week. If I can't blame this on my cycle why I am I so upset? Obviously, this isn't going to work out.
But I knew that from the start. I didn't call him for a year. I never did any persuing. I merely aquiesed the request to go out, to come over, to fucking bring him a pop from the fridge and do the dishes one too many times.
Maybe I should catch you up on the verses, we're using:
We derived our focus from the lectionary for that particular Sunday and being mindful of the season of Lent and the (secular?) holiday of (St.) Valentine's Day (or as I like to call it - "Red & Pink Don't Clash Day"). The lectionary lists Genesis 2:15-17; 3:1-7, Psalm 32, Romans 5:12-19, and Matthew 4:1-11
In Genesis we are tempted because we want to “know what’s going on”, to be like God (or be God). Could we say that now a days we’re know-it-alls? We know what’s best/good for us? I tend to think that. I make my decisions without God.
In the Psalm we are reminded how easily we are graced with forgiveness. Just talk to God and sin is erased.
Vicious cycle:
We’re tempted, we fail, we’re forgiven.
It’s my understanding that before the last part, we are forgiven only if we ask for grace and make an effort to change. Can we be forgiven simply from tremendous guilt? A catholic friend once told me that while confessing to a priest, she burst into tears and the priest assured her that all faults were excused, simply from the regret that was imminent in her tears.
Is that all it takes? How gracious is our God? I’m questioning God, this is bad. But, isn’t this what many of the denominations have argued and split about. Does it take good works? What constitutes a sin? Blah, blah, blah. But for me this is at the heart of the mystery. We don’t know.
Romans talks about Adam getting us into an abyss that separates us from God and Jesus restoring our connection (makes me think of the evangelical illustration where there is the grand canyon between man & god). Once again how gracious is this gift?
In Matthew, Jesus is tempted and resists the devil. Are we to use this as our model of resistance? What is the parallel? What event in real life does this compare to? Power, food/sustenance, self-importance.
SEX
That's a good parallel. Its a matter of choices. We put Jesus on a pedastal and we forget that he came down and was human and had to deal with the human condition. Then the thought crossed my mind of me talking about struggling with sex at church and my mom being there and ohmigod.
We're still talking it out, but I got so worked up about all of this I had to tell you.
Songs I want to hear at this service:
Stairway to Heaven
Axis: Bold as Love
Evergreen
Learning to Breathe
Innocence Again
Down to the river to pray
Sweet Surrender
Chants
Shifting Sand
Full of Grace
All Creatures of Our God and King
Redemption Day
Living is Simple
The Beautiful Letdown
40
Comtin D'un autre ete-L'apres Midi
This World
ps: ohmigosh why are you here if you can't take a tv running on mute while we read a bible verse, while we have an overhead projection, etc. Basicaly all the reasons I want more stimulus, you want less. Ack! This is part of the point of a second service, please if you don't want this don't go, don't help plan (just stay out of our way says the big horrible selfish hairy monster of postmodernism).
Axis: Bold As Love
Jimi Hendrix Anger, he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armour Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted, They quietly understand Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready, But wonder why the fight is on But they're bold as love, just as bold as love Yeah, they're bold as love Just ask the axis My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war, and ribbons of euphoria Orange is young and full of daring, But very unsteady for the first go round My yellow in this case is not so mellow In fact I'm trying to say it's frigthened like me And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from Giving my life to a rainbow like you I'm as bold as love, I'm as bold as love Just as bold as love Just ask the axis | Evergreen
Me and the trees, losing our leaves Falling like blood on the ground I want to be evergreen Everything dies, I know last night Part of me wasn't around I want to be evergreen Yeah, evergreen Waiting, and listening Hoping and missing all of our time left alone I'm the one cutting the rope Frostbite in winter, 'cause like a splinter you come and follow me down I'm the one cutting the rope Yeah Holiday end, I'm here once again, And I'm left alone on the bus with my Head on the ground, In hopes that I'm found by you This time around The sun will rise soon and tackle the moon Chasing it still in the sky All that I've got is tonight Excuses and reasons, And now tis the season For all that I never got right All that I've got is tonight The night is a crow saying, "Come hold me" All that I know is I've been so lonely for you All that I knew, and all that I know found itself under Your reign I want to be evergreen |
Later: Oh hourglass symbol, how I love you.
But working lots of hours and paying off my credit card would be nice too.
My first hope is that the usual suspects of names and topics gets expanded so wide that it serves as model for what the Kingdom of God actually looks like - that emergence actually emerges, from the grassroots up and out, engaging the Catholic nuns who have been fighting this battle since before Doug Pagitt knew how to even pronounce yoga; engaging all of North America, recognizing that Canada is not a bunch of pot-smoking hockey lovers and that Mexico is a life force (from church to culture to economics) that must infuse all that we do; engaging women of all backgrounds, men of all theological stripes, people of all generations and choices in partners or Bible translation or operating system or vocational pursuit. The beginning of the middle can not be the usual suspects.- Bob Carlton