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Thursday, September 29, 2005
Seeing Lance
I just got back from an exciting trip 5 miles south to the beautiful parking lot of Scripps Hospital where I waited for 2 hours to see Lance Armstrong. (They were an hour behind in their schedule) What a dork! (I mean me). The Tour of HOPE(http://tourofhope.com/toh/2005_events/scripps.htm) to raise cancer awareness started here in San Diego today. It was great to go and chat with people and be with others who are working to raise awareness. We all are touched by cancer somehow. But in truth - although I hate to admit it - I went to see Lance.
Now I am not generally one to get real excited about seeing famous people. Although I have had a few strange encounters. Tim and I used to report Dan Neil sightings to each other when we would see him running around New Brighton. But Lance Armstrong seemed like a good person to make an effort to go see. And that was what I got to do - see Lance. (And you can too - later today I will post a few pictures I got.)
I guess not everyone has that chance to catch a glimpse of one of his or her heroes in the flesh. I guess it could be a big deal. For me, the big deal was the conversations I had with the people around me. Now if Lance was one of those people - then that would have made my day/week/month - I think after a month it would be pretty much worn off. For now, I am glad that I got to have some good conversations with some neat San Diegans.
Another learning experience . . .
Now I am not generally one to get real excited about seeing famous people. Although I have had a few strange encounters. Tim and I used to report Dan Neil sightings to each other when we would see him running around New Brighton. But Lance Armstrong seemed like a good person to make an effort to go see. And that was what I got to do - see Lance. (And you can too - later today I will post a few pictures I got.)
I guess not everyone has that chance to catch a glimpse of one of his or her heroes in the flesh. I guess it could be a big deal. For me, the big deal was the conversations I had with the people around me. Now if Lance was one of those people - then that would have made my day/week/month - I think after a month it would be pretty much worn off. For now, I am glad that I got to have some good conversations with some neat San Diegans.
Another learning experience . . .
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
humility
Tim and I attended a nearby church community last Sunday night. The question for the evening that we were asked to talk with our neighbors about was "when have you recently experienced humility". My first thought was "Right Now?! You expect me to tell people I don't know where my weakness is!" and then it hit me . . . surfing. Yes, surfing makes me humble.
I have had the wonderful opportunity to go surfing a few times in the past week - once in the fog (which was cool and eerie at the same time) and once last weekend - when I actually had Tim push me into the waves. It was that extra push that really helped - I stood up a few times. It also helped that our friends Jeff and Kerri were there and Kerri was standing up and I would think - Hey - why am I not doing that.
Anyway - back to the humility. When Tim and I surfed in the fog - I got pounded a few times. One would think that a person who swims as much as I do would be fine in the water, but the waves (as fun as they are to ride) can really punish you for not paying attention, and not reading them well. (For those who would like to read a "church" analogy into this one feel free).
So the attempt at surfing this past week was humbling. Knowing there is yet another thing that I don't do well (yet). Learning respect for the surf (which any good surfer would tell you is part what it is to surf), feeling the necessity of added help to succeed, and a reminder that every new thing takes time and practice.
Yes, every new thing takes time and practice (and lots of times - patience and prayer).
It has been a good reminder for me this week to look into those things that I could practice more, where I need patience and that it is not me who is in control, I am just trying to ride the wave.
I have had the wonderful opportunity to go surfing a few times in the past week - once in the fog (which was cool and eerie at the same time) and once last weekend - when I actually had Tim push me into the waves. It was that extra push that really helped - I stood up a few times. It also helped that our friends Jeff and Kerri were there and Kerri was standing up and I would think - Hey - why am I not doing that.
Anyway - back to the humility. When Tim and I surfed in the fog - I got pounded a few times. One would think that a person who swims as much as I do would be fine in the water, but the waves (as fun as they are to ride) can really punish you for not paying attention, and not reading them well. (For those who would like to read a "church" analogy into this one feel free).
So the attempt at surfing this past week was humbling. Knowing there is yet another thing that I don't do well (yet). Learning respect for the surf (which any good surfer would tell you is part what it is to surf), feeling the necessity of added help to succeed, and a reminder that every new thing takes time and practice.
Yes, every new thing takes time and practice (and lots of times - patience and prayer).
It has been a good reminder for me this week to look into those things that I could practice more, where I need patience and that it is not me who is in control, I am just trying to ride the wave.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Considering the Storms
There was a storm in Minnesota a few nights ago that affected many people that I know. Trees down, power out, damaged roofs and yards, just minor things. No one I know was hurt, although I did hear about one man who died while walking down the street and a tree fell on him. My heart goes out to his family and friends.
Rita is on her way to the coast – we don’t know when or where. There is already damage to the repairs that have been started in New Orleans.
I have friends and family that work for the Red Cross who are weary from Katrina, are coming home to clean up from the storm in MN and then will likely be back to work in the wake of Rita. It is a hard and tiring time for them. This is the life work that have chosen to do - and God bless them that they reach out their lives and hands to others. As I consider this work, it seems to me that more of us should be in on it. In fact isn’t it our calling as people of God to be a part of the care of creation? (Meaning people, the earth, cleaning up our messes . . . )
We are trying to figure out, here, how we can best help with the reconstruction of lives from the devastation of Katrina and possibly Rita, while still paying attention to the Tsunami victims. So much loss in the past few months. It is sad that it takes natural disasters like these to get our attention . . . it's not like there is not devastation everyday with disease, hunger, tyrannical governments and policies.
On the upside, in the wake of these disasters, there is an element of soul cleansing - people really reach out and help one another, the goodness of humanity is shown in a number of ways, and we are forced to take a close look at who we are, and what we have done (and left undone). This seems to lend some new meaning to the confession that many Lutherans repeat at the beginning of a worship gathering.
(Lutheran Book of Worship, p.56)
Merciful God,
We confess that we are in bondage to sin and cannot free ourselves, we have sinned against you in thought, word and deed, by what we have done, and by what we have left undone. We have not loved you with our whole heart; we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves. For the sake of your Son Jesus Christ have mercy on us, forgive us, renew us and lead us, so that we may delight in you will and walk in your ways, to the glory of your Holy name. AMEN
just some thoughts to consider.
Rita is on her way to the coast – we don’t know when or where. There is already damage to the repairs that have been started in New Orleans.
I have friends and family that work for the Red Cross who are weary from Katrina, are coming home to clean up from the storm in MN and then will likely be back to work in the wake of Rita. It is a hard and tiring time for them. This is the life work that have chosen to do - and God bless them that they reach out their lives and hands to others. As I consider this work, it seems to me that more of us should be in on it. In fact isn’t it our calling as people of God to be a part of the care of creation? (Meaning people, the earth, cleaning up our messes . . . )
We are trying to figure out, here, how we can best help with the reconstruction of lives from the devastation of Katrina and possibly Rita, while still paying attention to the Tsunami victims. So much loss in the past few months. It is sad that it takes natural disasters like these to get our attention . . . it's not like there is not devastation everyday with disease, hunger, tyrannical governments and policies.
On the upside, in the wake of these disasters, there is an element of soul cleansing - people really reach out and help one another, the goodness of humanity is shown in a number of ways, and we are forced to take a close look at who we are, and what we have done (and left undone). This seems to lend some new meaning to the confession that many Lutherans repeat at the beginning of a worship gathering.
(Lutheran Book of Worship, p.56)
Merciful God,
We confess that we are in bondage to sin and cannot free ourselves, we have sinned against you in thought, word and deed, by what we have done, and by what we have left undone. We have not loved you with our whole heart; we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves. For the sake of your Son Jesus Christ have mercy on us, forgive us, renew us and lead us, so that we may delight in you will and walk in your ways, to the glory of your Holy name. AMEN
just some thoughts to consider.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
what's new?
This last week has been a strange and difficult time for me. Sooooo far from home - this week I felt it. After considering what it is that I have been missing, I realized that (although I miss seeing family and friends in MN whenever I feel like it) the toughest part for me is the continual new-ness.
There are of course times in our lives when the new-ness of something can be exciting, engaging and energizing (how's that for illiteration) Like so many firsts - a first kiss, a first roller coster ride, a first home run . . .
When one moves to a different place and the excitement of the new-ness wears off - where are we left, but to create new familiar things and places. It is the task that is now at hand for me. Creating new routes for running and biking, creating new relationships with the people around me and professionals that we have needs for like doctors, dentists, bankers, hair stylits (this is a very important one for me of course . . . ) and then there is the search for a church home.
If you are fortunate enough to be able to be paid to help form, facilitate, cultivate or curate a comunity of faith, where is it that you worship until the time comes for that comunity to journey together? I have been asked that question by a number of people. Where is it that Tim and I will find to gather with others for worship? (any ideas? tips?)
Sometimes new-ness can take it toll - and although this was a rough week of missing the familiar - I look forward to gathering more nuggets of information about the community of 92127, I am eager to see new homes, meet new people, see new faces, create new images, learn new languages, find new little shops and places to "run into" people . . .
For me (and maybe a little for Tim) the new-ness abounds.
There are of course times in our lives when the new-ness of something can be exciting, engaging and energizing (how's that for illiteration) Like so many firsts - a first kiss, a first roller coster ride, a first home run . . .
When one moves to a different place and the excitement of the new-ness wears off - where are we left, but to create new familiar things and places. It is the task that is now at hand for me. Creating new routes for running and biking, creating new relationships with the people around me and professionals that we have needs for like doctors, dentists, bankers, hair stylits (this is a very important one for me of course . . . ) and then there is the search for a church home.
If you are fortunate enough to be able to be paid to help form, facilitate, cultivate or curate a comunity of faith, where is it that you worship until the time comes for that comunity to journey together? I have been asked that question by a number of people. Where is it that Tim and I will find to gather with others for worship? (any ideas? tips?)
Sometimes new-ness can take it toll - and although this was a rough week of missing the familiar - I look forward to gathering more nuggets of information about the community of 92127, I am eager to see new homes, meet new people, see new faces, create new images, learn new languages, find new little shops and places to "run into" people . . .
For me (and maybe a little for Tim) the new-ness abounds.
Friday, September 16, 2005
just the beginning
It seems to me that the beginnings of things never start at the speed we want them too. Especially good things. It takes time and work and patience and a lot of prayer. Mostly for me right now it is patience. I guess prayer is a constant.
My husband, Tim, and I made the long trek from St. Paul, Minnesota to San Diego, California at the end of August/beginning of September, so that I could be a part of leading the development of a new ministry in northern San Diego County. But this trip did not begin in August, or even in July when I recieved the "unofficial" call. I am not sure I can pinpoint a time when this journey began, but I can at least say that there was a major jolt late last year when I decided to leave my position as a associate pastor in a large suburban church and enter into a place in the world which spoke the language of what I believed to be "common sense christianity".
Anyway - here we are now - at the "beginning" of the official work. And future posts will be about what we are doing, dreaming about, wondering, and another place to be in conversation about this mission/ministry work and where it takes us as a local/global - ancient/future - tending/sending community in Christ.
My husband, Tim, and I made the long trek from St. Paul, Minnesota to San Diego, California at the end of August/beginning of September, so that I could be a part of leading the development of a new ministry in northern San Diego County. But this trip did not begin in August, or even in July when I recieved the "unofficial" call. I am not sure I can pinpoint a time when this journey began, but I can at least say that there was a major jolt late last year when I decided to leave my position as a associate pastor in a large suburban church and enter into a place in the world which spoke the language of what I believed to be "common sense christianity".
Anyway - here we are now - at the "beginning" of the official work. And future posts will be about what we are doing, dreaming about, wondering, and another place to be in conversation about this mission/ministry work and where it takes us as a local/global - ancient/future - tending/sending community in Christ.
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