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A light in the middle of the tunnel....
I just posted a shorter version of this story in the comments section of someone else's blog (whose address I decline to post for his own protection
.... although y'r capable of finding it yrself....), which in turn prompted me to just go for the gusto....
Yep, I'm going personal again.... although really, the first part of this is a composite of the last several non-musical entries.... although-er, it might also explain why The Scattered Pages have been getting to me so relentlessly the past couple months....
I should also add up front: This gets better as it goes along. Bear with me.
Anyway, to recap a bit: As you might've noticed, I've been working (officially, not my own thing; I'll get to that shortly...) on a product that I'm not at all happy with, and which clearly nobody else wants even if we did it well. I think that's all I want or need to say about that, besides that I'm stuck with, as I've put it to friends here, "midwiving a stillborn child" for another year and a quarter.
On top of that, the next few weeks are looking like a "perfect storm," as I'll be simultaneously reading proofs for Quarter 2, manuscripts for Quarter 3, brainstorming and recruiting authors for Quarter 4 and drafting a scope and sequence for all of Year 2.
(So byrnes, if and when you ever return to mo'time -- how's the first week of April sounding to ya'?)
My own thing: Suffice to say everyone likes the idea and the sample lessons on the table, and the test-run's going pretty well, but barring the miraculous, this (and any other adult curriculum, for that matter) is on hold until next year. And due to the time hole the "official" curriculum has thrown us into, I've written all of one lesson in the past month-plus for the second quarter. After writing the entire first quarter in a little more than two months.
So yeah, I'm kinda frustrated right now. And since I've decided to stop expressing that vocally here, you now are the happy recipients, dear bloggies.
And lest I leave out church-whining, I won't. But I do want to preface it by saying that I'm not angry at anyone this time, and that I don't think this church does a bad job. Quite the contrary. They're scary-efficient in a way that I've never seen in a church before, and the pastor is probably the best week-in/week-out preacher I've ever heard. Seriously.
Which in a way, may be part of the problem. Coming out of 15 years of church-planting has "spoiled" us. We can't punch a clock. We don't LIKE things perfect. Or big. And it's hard to do anything real in the way of ministry with people who do. And in short, it's been a nice vacation from the banging-our-heads-against-a-wall that represented our last church, but that's about it.
Cut away here: My youngest daughter is going on a two-month missions trip with YWAM this summer (and yes, we've gotten all the e-mails and phone calls -- we're an hour from Arvada and two from Colorado Springs and she doesn't have to visit either, thankyouverymuch) to teach English in Romania. After a lot of prayer (and as it was kind of a qualifier to letting her go for that long), God brought someone into her life who just happened to be looking for a trip herself.
A few weeks ago, the two of them went to the friend's church and Bible study. Now, mind you, Amy has been helping considerably at said scary-efficient church with the middle-school group, Sunday School, etc. (Frankly, she was the biggest reason we wound up at said church.) And yet, she came back raving things like "That's the most I've gotten out of a study since we got out here" and (and needless to say, this one got my attention) "That's what I've missed about church plants!"
It's worth prefacing the following by mentioning that this is an ex-biker church who's gone through some REALLY hard times and has pretty much turned over personnel completely (as well as lost their building, which was owned by the pastor who was the source of all said problems -- and it was VERY ugly) over the last year and a half. (It may also be worth adding that Amy's friend's dad was the person who first confronted said pastor. Which got my respect big-time right there. It's also worth adding that he's a big biker guy who hugs a LOT.
)
Anyway, we went. Suffice to say, worship was LOUD, and featured the occasional penchant for rewriting classic rock songs into Christianese (example: Bad Company's "Feel Like Making Love" rendered into "Feel Like Praising God," which about a dozen members of the congregation headbanged in front of the band to
). A lot of them still smoke, and a few of them clearly showed up buzzed.
But you know what? There was an unpretentiousness there (and really, can one even USE the word "unpretentiousness" without SOUNDING pretentious?
), a desire to hear, and a genuine sense of GRATITUDE for what God has already done in their lives, even if those lives aren't necessarily "up to Christian code" yet.
In short, I felt like "What the @$&# is the matter with ME?" And was happy just to help break down the chairs afterward.
Oh yeah, and the pastor's message was good, too. 
And something I've learned already: There's no such thing as a pew-warmer at this place. You WILL be involved. Stand up and read. Get over there and pray. NOW. Stop being a Christian only in yr HEAD.
Anyway, maybe we wind up there; maybe we don't. I'm kind of betting on the former right now. (I should add that Marion loved it.) But suffice to say, God used that to talk to me big-time.
And as I wrote this, the following e-mail came from said pastor (they're engaging in a 21-day "fast" currently) arrived -- using my personal favorite verse, no less. I can't help but think it belongs here, then.... and then I'll shut up, which is probably best anyway.... although obviously, it feels good just to write sometimes too....
