Categotry Archives: Meanderings (look it up)

This morning, for some reason, I was thinking back to some of my earlier days in the church. Thinking about what a strong sense of vision I had, not just about my own ministry, but for the Church in general. Thinking about things I believed God was doing with His people, and things I actually prophesied were going to happen. And thinking about how much of it I got wrong.

Hang in there: this isn’t a post about being disillusioned. Just gaining perspective. Here’s an example.

While I’m still recovering from a great time away, here’s another post from the past that I feel deserves repeating. Find out why I am un-persuaded, and how I got that way. Enjoy!

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I am a skeptic by nature, but I am not a cynic.

It is difficult to persuade me; but once I am persuaded, it is difficult to un-persuade me.

Once I am convinced of something–even if it ultimately proves to be wrong–I tend to hold onto that belief until it draws its last breath in my life.

Yesterday, The Wild One and I had the awesome experience of seeing some dear friends from the past who came to Colorado on vacation–people we had not seen in many years. We had a great time wandering around town and catching up.

The one thing, though, that captured my attention was how intrigued they seemed to be about our story–the story of how our family made the leap of faith to begin pursuing our creative dreams. They seemed inspired and challenged.

I think the next two posts may very well go hand in hand, although they will deal with different topics. That’s all I’m gonna say about it now, to bait you to keep reading…heh heh…

It takes awhile sometimes for God to get through to me, but in looking at a series of events that have unfolded in my life over the past several months, I see a common thread: all of them seem to be exposing my control issues. I am an admitted control freak, and have even referenced it multiple times tongue-in-cheekly on this here blog. But I suppose it’s now time not just to admit it, but to deal with it.

I’m still pondering some of the things I wrote about in the last post, about being guided by the God-given desires of our hearts to find a sense of direction. The past couple of days, I’ve identified one of those deep desires in a fresh way. Those who know me would probably roll their eyes back and say, “DUH!”, but I suppose that even though I’ve known this about myself, it has come to me as sort of a fresh revelation:

I thrive on creativity.

…He is risen indeed.

It’s a bit surreal for me this morning. Even though I have not associated myself with institutional Christianity for a number of years, I realized this morning that this is the first Easter (Resurrection Sunday, for the purists) in decades that I have not actually been involved in a structured church gathering. When I lived in Tulsa, we celebrated in house church. Even since coming here, I managed to find myself in congregation on Easter Sunday for the past few years because I was helping out with worship. Last Easter was my last day to lead worship at my friends’ church plant, as I sort of broke in their new worship leader they’d hired. So this is literally the first time I’ve had an Easter Sunday with no responsibilities since I was probably in my early teens. Kind of nice, kind of relaxing, but kind of surreal, also.