Last night I took the three boys from church whom I had worked with a year or so ago on their God and Church award for Boy Scouts, to Jacob's Well for worship. I had not been there on Sunday evening for two or three months--hadn't seen Tim for a month of so. What a profoundly wonderful, no-words-for experience it is--what, maybe 450 folks, mostly between 17 and 27, a GREAT band, projected icons and medieval art, white, white for Eastertide, shasta mum/daisies on the altar candles, expository preaching on the beheading of John the Baptist (!!!), and holy communion...who could ask for anything more??? I wanted my Caleb next to me, and I told him today after school that we are going next Sunday night.
I sensed God's spirit leading me last night, as I have all along amidst the emergent conversation. I feel like I have come home and at the same time called to a journey of ministry within my own denomination that is in the context of all of this. I am concerned that amidst all the administrative details of the superintendency this will be lost. I am SO enlivened by this emergent thing, it feels SO right, and I am scared for my beloved United Methodist church that we may somehow be being called to come and die to become something new again. Which sounds pretty threatening, Don't tell the Bishop...but then again, maybe that's why I am called at this moment to all that God is calling me toward....Wow
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