Monthly Archives: January 2012

When you are lost

Lost is a relative term sometimes.

“I once was lost” is a whole lot less relative.

Finding the church

It hadn’t gone missing, as much as we’d gone missing.  A million books have been written about why folks move on – whether or not it’s a good thing – whether or not it is even a reasonable thing to do.  Thankfully, it is however a really, really difficult thing to do.  We’d been plugged into the same body for over 25 years and were involved – heavily.  So saying adieu was very awkward at best and impossible at worst.  I remember how I’d felt when others before us left.

Anyway, the church isn’t missing, but we’re trying to find it again.

So here are the choices – the shopping list as it were.  Small, large, religious, free, Spirit-filled, Calvinist, Arminian, worshiping, teaching, friendly, uptight, outreaching, rich, poor, insular, mainstream, charismatic…

“Don’t wait for the perfect church – you’ll ruin it.”

I’d considered creating a scorecard of sorts, and over the Sundays we’d visit and keep score.  Then, after a specific period had passed we’d tally and decide.

The dartboard method would be easier, and if we were wrong, we could blame it on God for not guiding the fated projectile to the appropriate slice of the pie.

Prayerfully consider what your gifts are (your assets so to speak), what you need (your liabilities) and see if there’s a spot where you can invest.

And so the hunt continues…

We’ve liked every spot we’ve gone, and where we came from – so far.

This is new…

Space Elevator GEO Station

As simple as falling off that bike – which only happened because I’d not tightened everything I should have in the front before negotiating the city streets.  What was white was then red.  If this blog gets read, it will be for different reasons.

Initially, the plan was to set something up – a website perhaps – that could provide anyone who was interested with some background information and chord sheets from an album we’d released a few weeks back.

Now, there’s a bit more of a puzzle.  There’s all this space, and not enough time.

I’ll post this and go – there are, after all other priorities…

Who loves ya baby?