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Deep Shift, Seattle

Hanging out in Seattle this week, this weekend at Brian McLaren‘s Everything Must Change conference. First part of this week, staying with …parker (Shepherd|Knucklehead) on Bainbridge Island. Below is the submarine that we saw between us and Seattle skyline one morning.

The first part of the week was such a needed time of rejuvenation as I got some amazing time with parker, some great reading, sun, ocean, Harley the golden lab, amazing beer, movies, fresh popcorn (and I guess this is the stuff that isn’t bad for the colon), and just a wonderful peaceful time.

Here at Deep Shift, I am more interested than anything else in the people that show up. I love so much to be able to make some new connections, to hear and learn the stories of people’s joys and sorrows of ministry and living out the journey of living the Jesus-way. It’s always hard for me to sit through long lectures (sermons?) and to do the whole stand up sit down thing of singing (worship). Better for me to feel the fresh air, rather than the dim warmth of big sanctuaries, and stand outside or be in conversation. This is probably why I am writing right now during the singing time.

This conference is good. So many important points made to oraise our awareness of the abuses that get done in the name of Jesus and Christianity. I think the thing that I keep coming back to is how sickly psychotic much of our rational for living is. Our efforts to maintain our security, equity, and prosperity are CRAZY!! And how often we use our religion to back up our insanity…

I’m ready to be back in OR. Ready to get back to growing communities and building connections

Bend’s 2nd gathering of knuckleheads… shepherds too

shepknuck.jpgFellow Shepherds and knuckleheads,
Less than one week from today will be our second monthly gathering for any and all who wonder… who question… or who seek a place of the in-between.

Bend Brewing Company… 7pm… Monday, March 10.
Come soft… ready… expectant. May you find your self in the music and connected through story… we all have these selfs and stories and songs to share… to uncover. May Monday be the day that that might happen. At least for a short time may we find ourselves on the journey and not alone.

The question for the evening will not be released until we get there, as it is too easy for all of us to prepare our opinions and align our thoughts ahead of time. This is too hard for any shepherd or knucklehead. May mystery invite us.

Bring along a friend, spouse, sibling… stranger. The wonder, joy, and energy of our gathering together is entirely in your hands.

Bend Brewing Co… 7pm… Next Monday. March 10

See you there

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When questioning becomes trendy

Rainer Maria Rilke, one of the patron saints of The Shepherd and the Knucklehead, writes in Letters to a young Poet:

You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given you becasue you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. (Italics mine)

In my world of shepherds and knuckleheads, emergents, deconstructers, philosophers, writers, and dreamers, the questioning often becomes the most important thing we can do. “Live in the question,” we say. One of my own central purposes in life is to hold space for people to ask the questions. I am not the one with all the answers. I am not the authority. Let’s discover together.

To live in the question… to live into the answer, seems to me to be the wondrous journey itself. But when do we go too far? Questioning is never wrong… and may we never stop asking questions of the absolutes we are given. To stop, though, with the constant deconstruction and questions… this seems to me to be to be settling at a place of answer. We have decided that the answer is to question… to deconstruct. These resolutions tire me… and I am feeling increasingly disconnected with a lack of positive resolution.

It seems to me that we must continue to ask ourselves, “What am I going to do about it? How is this going to effect my life NOW?” Now that I have the question, now that I doubt this, or am skeptical of that… what am I going to do? How am I going to live with this? This is how we live the question. This is how we can continue to question without resolving to stay in the same place. To stay in one place is to live a slow death.

Question can easily become trendy… deconstruction a popular fad. To resolve to always question and never do anything about it disconnects us from reality and relationships. I will hold space for you to question. I will welcome the questions, and no, I will not settle on an easy answer. But know that I am also going to be asking a question of my own: “What are you going to do about this?”

Shepherd and the Knucklehead, Bend… take 1

While it’s fresh… new… I’ll write about how our kick-off of The Shepherd and the Knucklehead went. This may sound a bit obscure, mysterious, and rather disjointed. Maybe because it is difficult to describe something that is so rich and so deep as what happened at the Bend Brewing Company last night. As I said in an email,

“To have this space in a pub, over a few beers, with the freedom to ask questions that really matter. Questions that we wonder about, but we’re not really sure of the answers… well, there is just not really any other place to be able to do this. there’s not anything like it.”

It’s like ripples, echoes, rustling… as I look back on it. To hear Kristy pouring her heart out in song lifted us to another level, or maybe brought us down to a deeper, more root level, of feeling. We were ready, hungry, eager to share, listen, and really live in these questions… together. The stories, the sharing, the openness together was another world, one where it didn’t matter if we knew a bunch about Jesus, if we were men, women, from church, not from church, rich, poor, atheist, or just not sure about anything. Yet… at the same time it mattered more than we could imagine… because it was our voice we were sharing. It was our selves we shared… at the very root of it. Our stories mattered and changed the way the conversations happened.

Magical. That’s the best way I can think of it. The Wild Goose.Spirit settling on us taking us up and taking us together.

Then again, maybe things just feel more at home and relaxed over a few good beers. Could be both, I suppose.