I don’t know if it is totally hooked to the homeless data collected last month in the Tarrant County homeless census, but I heard on the radio today that Tarrant County is being given 8.8 million in Federal funds for the homeless population! Yeah! Great job people! Huge kudos to whomever and allever hit the streets that night!
Brad Voss made me aware of the (all volunteer) census happening this week of the homeless population in Tarrant County. It happens between 9pm Thursday and 2am Friday. You must attend a training session to volunteer in the count and there are a half dozen or so opportunities left. Here’s the link…
Just a couple of weeks ago Teresa and I celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary, hence the photo of my wedding ring. Been a really good decade and a half. I love that lady.
I’m ready for the new year, although I’ve been in a little bit of a funk the last week… two jobs ending and a new one beginning with me caught somewhere in the middle. I preached for the 1st Christian Church in Bowie again on Sunday and had a good time. I had the most blessed final shift at Starbucks last night that could be imagined! By 8pm everyone seemed to be at a News Year’s party somewhere and we had like only 20 customers the last two hours including Teresa and the boys! NICE! Tomorrow I arrive at the new office for the first day of my new job.
I’ve bought a new recycled-paper sketch pad to journal prayers in for 2007 with my pen and ink set. I’m about as ready as I can be for the new year. Teresa’s cooking black-eyed peas for our annual animistic ritual.
Psalm 116 comes to me again and again these last couple of weeks as a quiet resting place and song of assurance. God is good, listening, attentive and beautiful.
If I am at a place in life, some new plateau or plain of growth, it is one of yearning for some added completeness. I want to know more and teach more and experience a focus as never before. We worshipped with the University Christian Church on Christmas Eve morning, and I was affected.
This church is a “high church.” I was prepared for it by months of attending the liturgies at St. Martins in the Fields, and was open to the overt language of and search for holiness and mystery. I look forward to the Sunday evening worship times and experiencing both a taste of traditional and contemporary worship. Both have a place in the Kingdom and both have a place in my own heart.
The choir sang some of Handel’s Messiah during the offering and I was appropriately reminded that Handel wrote it for worship. In fact, I remarked to Teresa at lunch that it was surprising how the act of offering was made to be worship that morning by the words, the song and the timing.
Isaac went to “childrens’ worship” at one point and I was thrilled by the elements I saw. He was welcomed by a “Granny,” and several other children who were ready to worship. Their time together was focused on the Advent… they experienced liturgy, art and worship. So different than a headlong rush into loud, fast-paced “play-worship.” And I don’t mean “play-worship” in a negative sense, I just don’t have the words to grab hold of the though right now, but you probably know what I mean… celebratory, fast-paced, loud, distracting yet focusing, and all that.
Anyway, we will have some adjusting as a family to this new church family. I only pray that it is all to God’s glory.
Well, I accepted a job offer this week from the University Christian Church next to TCU in Ft. Worth, Texas. It’s an interim position split 30hrs a week with the Sr. High and 10hrs a week with College. Should be fun… it’s officially a six month position, but there’s some possibility that it could go longer. Here’s their website… http://www.universitychristianchurch.org/ And yes, I have a route that will allow me to ride my scooter to work! SWEET!
I’m sorry. It’s almost been a month since I posted on either stream I’ve been talking about… those were finding a job and my spiritual journey. John the Baptist over here has been busting my chops about it.
On the job front: lots happening actually. I have been part-time at Starbucks for a month and really enjoy it! It’s pays the old el squato, but I get to drink a lot of coffee. I mean, like I’m twitchy while typing this. Otherwise I have been doing interviews with two churches fairly seriously about their positions. One is a small-town 35 member church and the other is a citified 5,000 member church. I might know where I’ll be going next by this time next week.
Both churches are First Christian (Disciples of Christ) Churches. You can find out more about the group at their national website, www.disciples.org. I’ll keep you posted! (with posts)
So, I “grew up in the church.” Isn’t that a great turn of phrase? “In THE Church.” I use it now and have heard many people from different denominational backgrounds use it as well. Today I mean it in the sense of the the church universal, but I was raised with the meaning being a distinction between our church and all the other false churches. Wow… I managed to go off on a tangent in the first paragraph! Here’s how stupid or whatever I was… I remember a defining moment in the 5th grade at Sunday School when I entered an argument about whether or not there were animals in heaven, i.e. whether or not animals have souls. By the way, I am not even giving an opinion on the question right now, just recalling a historical event. Basically, I was arguing that animals do have immortal souls and were in heaven… I said it was obvious because of all the animals in the Bible stories. You see, I thought that all those great stories of old had happened in heaven. I had no real connection to this stuff being historical or tangibly connected to life. I like to think in light of my very slow beginnings I might have sped up a bit by now. I was baptized at the ripe old age of 10 (5th grade year) because my pal Chuckie was baptized. You have already gotten a picture of my wizened understanding of God’s will and works at that age. The thing I remember of that evening, past the act of being immersed, is that my friends all asked if the water was heated. It wasn’t.
I was loved at that church. There were several adults who took interest in me and were very special in my life as mentors and teachers. I hope that my inability to learn and process doesn’t lead you to doubting their ability and sincerity in trying to help me. I will never forget Ms. Willamina, and I am way too young to know how to spell that name correctly! She was one of those great big old Ladies of Color that everyone should know growing up. She hugged me every Sunday and brought me gifts from her trips home to see family in West Virginia. She also knew how to wear those hats, as only such ladies could know. I hope that thirty some-odd years later my memories of her come close to the mark. I do know this… even if the physical image of her in my mind has subtly changed over the years, she left a indelible mark of peace and love upon me that shines crisp and clear through all the years. In that, she was Christ to me, and ever will be.