Fair warning: I’m about to start rambling, and I have no idea where I’m going to end up when I’m through. I’m processing a lot of different thoughts right now, mulling over a lot of things, some more personal than others, and sometimes I write just to get the thoughts out where I can look at them a little bit. Just be aware that this post may end up being about nothing in particular.

So this Sunday morning, guess what I’m gonna be doing?

Give up?

I’m going to be playing my keyboard. But not in “church.”

There are a couple of folks who do a little jam session (for lack of a better term) every other Sunday morning at the coffee shop where I hang out and write/blog. Sort of a brunch thing, without the brunch. When they discovered I played, they invited me to sit in.

So I’m gonna.

As some of you may already realize, every year on my birthday, for some unknown, cosmic reason, Mexican people take to the streets for parades and dancing.

They did this on the day I was born, and apparently every year since. It has become something of a tradition.

For the life of me, I cannot figure out the cause for this phenomenon. To my knowledge, I am not Hispanic, and no oracle has ever declared me to be “El Uno.” But as I’ve said before, when life gives you a gift, you don’t ask why; you just embrace it.

I certainly wish I could say that I’ve got my life all figured out now that I’ve removed myself from institutional Christianity. I wish I could tell you it all makes a lot more sense “out here,” or that I have a grasp on what church, ministry, or my own life ought to look like.

It simply isn’t true, however. Less structure means more mess. And for a recovering control freak like me, it throws me for a loop more often than I’d like to admit.

So I wrote this song a couple of months ago, one that has become my own personal favorite–not because it’s the best.song.ever. or anything, but because of the broad sense of personal meaning it has for me.

Essentially, the song is about saying goodbye. It’s about making difficult choices to pursue one’s dreams, and about sometimes having to say goodbye to different people in our lives in the process.

So…I’m back, blogging on a Sunday. The new worship leader is in place at my friends’ congregation, so I’m officially relieved of duty, so to speak. I’m looking forward to resuming some sense of discussion here, at least weekly. (Sunday mornings are my “blogging” time.) :)

So here I am, on a Sunday morning, blogging. For those who have been tracking with me, I haven’t been blogging much here lately because I have been helping out a congregation with their worship music while they are in between leaders, occupying my Sunday mornings for awhile (which is when I usually blog here). But today they are trying out a new candidate, so I have the morning off. Sweet. :)

Sorry for neglecting this here blog…unintentional, I assure you. In case anyone’s been wondering, here’s a brief update on where I’ve been, and stuff.

I mentioned a couple of posts back that I had agreed to fill in temporarily leading worship for the congregation I was helping out when I first moved here. Their worship leader (the one who replaced me) has moved out of state, and the church hasn’t settled yet on a new candidate, so I’m holding the fort, as it were. As my paid freelance writing workload has continued to increase, Sunday mornings had become my weekly “time” to blog here, to process thoughts and reflect. Now, for the time being, my Sunday mornings are occupied as they once were–with loading equipment, rehearsing, and leading worship for a congregation. I’ve agreed to be available at least through Easter.

A few posts ago, I mentioned that I would devote some time talking about what I’m currently doing with music, and the role I think it’s playing in the context of mission. This post is my attempt to make good on that promise. :)

I know…you all have been waiting with baited breath. The suspense was driving you mad.

Unless you have nothing to do with American sports at all, or live under a rock, chances are you’ve heard the name “Tim Tebow” sometime in the past several months. Living in Denver, the home of the Broncos, we probably hear more about him than all y’all. He’s the young quarterback who replaced Kyle Orton this year in the middle of a losing season, and somehow ended up turning things around and taking the Broncos to the playoffs for the first time in years. People in Denver have been buzzing about this guy ever since the Broncos picked him up, and Tebow jerseys were common in the stores and on people’s torsos back when he was still a third string QB. It’s obvious that he’s still getting used to playing pro, and he’s young and inconsistent (as demonstrated by last weekend’s fiasco at the playoffs)–but it’s also obvious that the guy is extremely talented. At any rate, he’s injected a level of hope and enthusiasm into Bronco fans that hasn’t been felt for a long time.