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Joyful morning encounters… only in Bend…

Had breakfast at the McKay Cottage this morning with Kev and B-Mac. Entering cold, half-asleep, “wake-up music” as I open the door… loud and heavy. The perfect table situated in proximity to the fireplace… perfect. Smiling to myself as the music is turned down and changed to something a bit more “appropriate” for the common diner. I’m not a common diner. Coffee… hot… putting an edge on my slowed senses. Conversation, encouragement, laughs, challenge… all over the best breakfast I have had in a long time… my eyes bigger than my stomach. Can I have a box please?

Then… walking through downtown on my way to the coffee shop… cold… so walking fast as I freeze from the bottom up, wind needling through my jeans. Crosswalks… I’ve never appreciated them as much as I have in Bend. People so ready stop if I even get close to the road. Today was extra enjoyable as a cop approached, going fast… seeing me, slamming on the breaks, he came to a skidding halt half-way through the crosswalk. I laughed and gave him a good natured wave for that one. Only in Bend… cops skidding to a stop to let me cross the street. Nice!!

Now at Backporch… claiming my seat, holding out through the morning rush. Impromptu conversations with Nick (never met) as he needed a place to sit. Lasting through one refill, two bathroom breaks, total turn-over of customers, and at least three or four separate albums (Radiohead being one… perfect). It’s cold out and I don’t have anywhere to go… where else should I be?

Looking forward to Christmas… some thoughts on hope

“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come.

You wait and watch and work;

you don’t give up.”

~Anne Lamott

The Sunday night portion of our Gathering is, as we move closer and closer to Christmas, discussing hope, faith, peace, and love. Last night we talked about hope.

I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately and from an emerging church perspective… from a Christian perspective… I guess from a human perspective, hope and the state of hope in our world is something to be very concerned about. I think it is clear to most that when it comes to hope, we are in short supply. More and more people are struggling with depression, and while that might be due to a greater acceptance of depression as a viable thing to struggle with, I think it is also due to a decreasing number of things to place our hope in. It really comes down to (and the stats confirm it) people really only able to hope in themselves. I just read an article from the Barna Institute confirming some of the same things. It really comes down to our own selves. But this, doesn’t really seem to satisfy what we need as individuals being geared to be in relationships.

So we can’t hope that the government is going to fix things. We don’t hope that war is going to bring peace. We have a difficult time hoping that the environment can be saved with our current way of living. We struggle with hoping that the “American dream” is all that it’s cracked up to be. And sadly, at least from where I am coming from, there is an even smaller hope in Christians being able to make a lasting, relevant difference in this world. This saddens me, as it seems to me that the message that Jesus lived out, even to his death and resurrection, was that there IS hope. People don’t get this from us Christians, though.

So in this world of diminishing hope, we have to ask ourselves the question: What can we do? How do we, in some very significant way, restore hope to this world? As an emerging community, seeking to follow God in the way of Jesus, this question is of incredible importance. As we look at the impact of our relationships, and the spread of influence through the relationships of those we are close to, it seems clear that perhaps things can spread quite quickly. It starts with being hopeful people. My first hope is that people might be able to place their hope in Christians again. Okay, maybe not all… but at least in this one. Maybe they might see me as someone whose way of living IS different, as someone who WILL love them where they are at. Maybe, in me first, they might see a way of living that really IS attractive.

And after they have hope in me, maybe they might have hope in my community… “Wow, you mean there are actually a group of you that I can have hope in? People… CHRISTIANS… can actually be open with each other and not judgmental of people like me?!?” We show them something different, welcome people… anyone… and they begin to see us as having something to offer. And then, as our hope is restored in Christian community (because, yes, all of us are growing and restoring our hope), perhaps we are then able to hope that the message of Jesus has something to offer as well.

But this is slow… it is done through relationships, through “doing life together,” through pain and waiting and long nights and early mornings. It is not done through my writing, or through books, or radio programs. Hope is spread one person at a time. Maybe, just maybe… hopefully… we might be able to give someone hope this holiday season. Even one person more hopeful, is a step in the direction of a hopeful world.

A run at Farewell Bend Park

It’s been so long since last time…

anticipation growing the closer and closer I get.

Not sure whether the coffee and yogurt will be kind or cruel.

Sunny, cool

Frost on the ground.

Run, run, the freedom in movement, wind, and cold.

Feeling the altitude, trying to find the right rhythm

of breathing… breathing… gasping… okay, breathing and pacing.

The river on my left, birds singing.

Chickadee, jay, flicker, robin

Junco?

Nuthatch?

Which one is it? They’re always on the go…

The geese and ducks stay put… the permanent residents here.

They own this water.

Breathing… breathing hard… legs never quit.

Walk the bridge, pay tribute to the water, no reason not to slow.

Back on the trail… oh, wait… what bird is that?

Stop

Woman coming… don’t let her think you are tired…

or watching birds… even worse

Moving on and done before I know it.

Hands cold, back dripping, legs warm

Dizzy… the rush of cold, warm, adrenaline

God, doIreallyliveherethisisbeautifulsunmountainsriversthankyouthanky

outhankyouInevercouldhaveaskedforanythingmoreGod… speachless

“‘Doing Church’ like everyone else…”

Cory‘s post over at Jesus Manifesto is something that I sympathize so deeply with. He writes of a woman who visited during the Sunday service looked through the bulletin and left before the end of the first song. Her reasoning was that there was not enough of a children’s ministry for her young child. With a church of 70 or so folks this is a hard jab that gets felt pretty strongly. The dilemma is whether we can resist the temptation to sacrifice the subversive and non-centralized call of Jesus and simply give people what they want. Cory writes, “Yet if we would simply capitulate to the consumerist tendencies of the people in our community, we might have more opportunities to introduce them to the world-transforming love of Jesus.”

As I wrestle with accepting having 6 to 10 people at our weekly gathering, people “shopping” gets to be pretty brutal. We had a few when we first got things going that came for a few weeks and then decided we weren’t for them. To have one new face is a rush of encouragement… but to find out later that they want a sweet and hip worship service is rough. It’s like losing 15% of your church. Hah! the joys of being small.

While I don’t want to come across as saying that every other church out there is consumeristic and that there are not many, many exceptions to this ‘doing church.’ There are always exceptions… but I think that is what they are. They are so often isolated units apart from the main system. It is pretty tough to deny that there is a “system” of “church” that doesn’t simply cater to what people want. After all, it is so exciting to see very few empty seats and to have tons of money coming in through the offering plates (or baskets… or funky velvet bags…)

As we face the challenge of facilitating and fertilizing the emerging church of Bend, Oregon, it is so difficult to not buy into the traditional “marks” of success: bodies at a weekly gathering and good “services” to offer. This idea of success is one of the hardest things to get beyond. But to let go of this and consider our success as being connected in more and more transforming relationships in the Bend community is so freeing. Finally, we are released to celebrate, laugh, worship, eat, and converse with whoever finds meaning in everything we are doing in any place we are meeting. We meet people where they are at… give them the freedom and opportunity to go as deep as they want. But, gosh… its difficult… and takes so much time…