Sunset on Summer

It all started when I threw that royal blue graduation cap up into the air. It exploded into being during a ten-day trip to Italy. It only continued to climb the mountain of surreal greatness as I spent ten days at Furman for Summer Connections. It sweated and toiled and burned like a flame of enjoyment as I spent four weeks counseling at Camp Harrison. It ended in the most beautiful climax, most apropos ending, most extravagant denouement- Camp Rock 2011.

My summer was one I will not soon, will not ever forget. I regret now that I spent much of it wishing school would come, wishing time would move faster. It’s not at all that I’m not excited out of my mind to head off to school in 21 days (who’s counting?) its just that going to Camp Rock, always one of the highlights of my summer, made me rethink the way I think about time.

It seems like only split seconds ago that I was driving over to church on Monday morning “Songify-ing” my excitement about heading up to camp this year. And then, in only the blink of an eye, it was gone. My sister put it best when she said,

“it’s like Christmas morning, you wait for it all year long and then it is just so surreal while its happening you forget to sit down and savor the fact that you have to wait an entire year before it comes around again.”

Time is a precious commodity. It is something no amount of money can slow down, speed up, rewind or fast-forward. Moments with people are always once-in-a-lifetime experiences, no matter how mundane they may seem when they are happening. They will never happen again, never the same way, never, ever. So hold on to each second as it slips through your fingers. Hold on to the faces and the places as they happen. Lock them away tight in your memory because time is fleeting. Because people will exit your life. Because you never know when your summer will end.


Day 2 by Explosions in the Sky 


Fear God

From the beginning of the NOOMA series (a collection of short films now almost ubiquitous in non-traditional churches)  Rob Bell had said that he did not want to be the only teacher featured on the DVDs, he has now achieved that goal. With NOOMA moving to the Flannel production label there was a hint of the operations getting larger in scale, and this first film therein is the fruition, or at least the beginning, of that plan.

Now, this is not technically a NOOMA film, but it shares the same short film concept and the teaching intercut with a basic story style that the NOOMA films were so famous for. Francis Chan’s BASIC series will be comprised of seven films releasing at intervals between now and this time 2012: Fear God, Follow Jesus, Holy Spirit, Fellowship, Teaching, Prayer, and Communion. And if the rest are as good as this first they will certainly gain the same steam the NOOMAs have.

For starters, as a filmmaker, I want to make a note on the production value; wow, I was blown away, it tops anything I have seen on a NOOMA film. Just as far as creativity, simplicity, and beauty are concerned… but I won’t give away just exactly what it is that so enamored me, I’ll let you get it for yourself.

Chan is a gifted biblical teacher, this we know from his smash hit book Crazy Love, he just knows how to connect with people. He uses this gift in Fear God to convey our need to, well, fear God. The whole film centers on Psalms 111:10 which says:

“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom”

This topic is really interesting because it is rarely covered in church, people just don’t want to think of God from that perspective. So instead we translate the verse to mean something closer to reverence or respect, rather than legitimate fear. But Chan conveys eloquently what the scriptures really mean and what our appropriate reaction to them should be.

To watch the trailer for the film go to BASICseries.com and click on 1. Fear God. Once you have done that head over to Flannel and buy the DVD, its totally worth the $12, or grab the digital download for $1. I promise you won’t be disappointed!

Nothing Like That

Over the course of my short life thus far I have been on quite a few missions trips. I have picked up trash in inner-city Charlotte, I have put up vinyl siding in the 110º Charleston sun, I have danced with natives in the rural farm lands of The Gambia, I have torn down walls in the heart of Pittsburgh, and have visited the shanty towns on the busy streets of Dakar, Senegal. But I have never worked as hard or had quite as much fun as I did this past week in the heart of rural Appalachia.

Let me begin by giving you some context, for those of you who don’t know I joined the Putnams and 5 other families from Charlotte for a week of serving with World Vision in Phillipi, West Virginia, my family would have been the 7th family in that mix but for a number of reasons had to pull out at the very beginning. A few weeks after my parents had decided that we would not be a part of the trip Jay called me and asked if I would join their family and go anyways. I said yes, I’m still not sure why, but I just did. It was one of those snap decisions that you can never quite put your finger on how our why you made it but God must have had something to do with it. I know this because looking back on what I normally would have thought about the way it all seemed to be shaping up it just would not have been the kinda thing I would have tried. I would have never said yes. But I did, and it was such a great choice.

I spent the week working with Jay and Mr. Putnam with help from Courtney Faulkner, the other Putnams and some of the Banks on building a 50 foot wheelchair ramp for Raymond Robinson, a man living with Lou Gehrig’s disease (more commonly refered to as ALS).

“Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis is a form of motor neuron disease. ALS is a progressive, fatal, neurodegenerative disease caused by the degeneration of motor neurons, the nerve cells in the central nervous system that control voluntary muscle movement.” (wikipedia)

Ray has been living with ALS for a few years now and is beginning to show signs of his disease, he has trouble getting in and out of his home since it has a long uneven concrete path and then many stairs up to a porch, and finally a large bump over the threshold which his wheelchair cannot clear. My work team built a long ramp for him so that he could get in and out of his house himself.

When you go to a third world country you tend to lower your expectations in terms of living conditions, I mean people tell you what to expect, we have all watched the documentaries and seen the footage of the emaciated children from Africa or Asia. And I’m not saying thats what we experienced, it was just poorer than I had expected. Poor monetarily but, as our group soon found out not so poor in spirit.

The people in West Virginia are like no other people I have met before. All the projects that we worked on were through World Vision, but also locally, they were through Weaver Church of the Nazarene. Possibly one of the most impactful moments of the trip occurred there during a wednesday night Bible study. We were working our way through Malachi 3 when the pastor went on a tangent about blessings, he made a comment that was echoed by the locals that they were so blessed to be living in America, that God had blessed them so greatly that they were allowed to live and worship freely. That comment seemed to be a jumping off point into a whole conversation among the attendees about worldly possessions and lifestyle. One of the congregates made the point that we have all been given so much, and she remarked upon how thankful she was for all that she had received directly from the Father.

That got me thinking, hard, these people who, in my eyes, were some of the poorest of the poor in America were utterly contented. They have only a fraction of what we have down in comfortable south Charlotte in abundance, But yet they are the ones who are fulfilled. It blew my mind. It seems like every second of every day is, to some extent, about obtaining more things, thinking that they will make us happier, but it doesn’t.

The dichotomy of this whole situation boils down to this: things are not what it is about. Now, I know that this is something people say all the time, but its a realization that must sink in over time, or bludgeon you in the head in the brevity of a moment. Its about people. For instance, I can spend a week alone in my room watching TV and messing around on Facebook, but is that what makes me happy? No, people crave people, people need people, in the words of Jason English, people free people. I would enjoy my hypothetical week so much more using the gifs that God has given me to serve others and spend time with friends rather than sitting catatonic allowing my body to degenerate slowly via a bag of Doritos.

Alrighty, I feel like its time to bring it all back around to a close, so basically what I want to say is that I’ve done a lot of church-y stuff but I’ve done nothing like that.

The Gods Aren’t Angry

I love the teachings of Rob Bell, who you may know from his book Velvet Elvis or the Nooma DVD series often played in churches. Back in October I had the opportunity to hear him speak at Oven’s auditorium here in Charlotte and he simply blew my mind. In The Gods Aren’t Angry he does it again.

Bell paints this evocative, visceral image of God as one who loves. Now as a Christian I have heard this message countless times, but Bell uses the book of Leviticus, the book so often refered to for having its so-called “sword verses” of malicious intent. He explains through vignettes and through scripture just how radical our God is.

He begins by highly creatively relating the ontological argument, which basically postulates that there must be a God because otherwise where did we get the idea that there was something outside of ourselves controlling this planet.

From there Bell moves on to discussing, in a very standard way if you are familiar with his teachings, some finer points of ancient sacrificial practices, leading up to the Jewish people. He then segued into the vignettes section in which he very ingeniously relates the power of God’s unending love.

I won’t go into too much detail so as not to spoil the beauty of the sermon but this is just like an interesting Nooma for 1.5 hours! If you are a fan of the Nooma videos or any of his books you are sure to be fascinated with The Gods Aren’t Angry.

A Million Miles in a Thousand Years

It seems like every book I have read this sumer has been my new summer favorite, each one just as good as the one before it! I have read nothing but great books this summer, The Fountianhead, The Stranger, God is Not One, and now A Million Miles In A Thousand Years.

I would like to begin by thanking Todd Lesher for encouraging me to read this book, I had seen it and wanted to read it, but without his encouragement I would have never picked it up.

Donald Miller is a great writer. I read his most famous book Blue Like Jazz a few years back after being encouraged by another mentor at church. Miller likes to play to the side of Christians which is casual and spiritual at the same time, relating spirituality through stories and conversations rather than fire and brimstone sermons. He writes in a very different manner and thats what makes him intriguing.

In A Million Miles In A Thousand Years Miller tells the story of story. The concept originates through his new friends Steve and Ben who are movie producers. One day they come to Portland  OR where Don lives to ask him if they can make a movie of his life, based on his book Blue Like Jazz. There’s only one catch, they think his life needs some spicing up a bit, some obstacles and climaxes and editing in general. This sets in motion an entire chain of events which compel Don to “live a better story” from story seminars with famous Hollywood screenwriters, to hiking the Inca Trail in Peru, to simply “getting the girl.” Miller really conveys the importance of living your life like a story, because thats the way God intended it to be lived.

This book, much like his NY Times best seller Blue Like Jazz is a wonderful ramble  through Don’s life experience around the time the script for the movie was being written. And also much like Blue Like Jazz it makes for a thoroughly enjoyable book! In the words of Rob Bell “I felt like this book read me more than I read it.”

Beyond only being enjoyable A Million Miles In A Thousand Years sets out a difficult challenge: to go out and live your story, which if you read the book, you will understand just how simultaneously blissful and terrifying that can be.

I would 100% recommend A Million Miles In A Thousand Years to Anyone without stipulation or reserve. It is just a great read: intellectual, challenging, enjoyable, throughout provoking, and stimulating all through!

(I’m also looking forward to the Blue Like Jazz movie! Check it out!)

God is Not One

I just finished reading quite an interesting book. I was watching CSPAN the other day and they had this guy Stephen Prothero on. He seemed really interesting. He is the religion professor at Boston University, and seemed extremely knowledgeable from the interview I saw, since I truly like both religion and smart people I decided to read his book.

In the book, Prothero breaks down the world’s eight most important religions in order of importance (1. Islam, 2. Christianity, 3. Confucianism, 4. Hinduism, 5. Buddhism, 6. Yoruba Religion, 7. Judaism, 8. Taoism, and a Coda on Atheism)  and shows how they are different. He points out that people often times try to say that different religions are all equally correct pathways up the same mountain, or they use the analogy of the elephant in the dark cave, but that that cannot be true in any physical or metaphysical sense of the word. Nor is there even a single factor that all religions, or even all major religions share.

Prothero’s analysis of Islam, Confucianism, Hinduism, Buddhism, and Taoism were a great and basically a congruous fortification of Mr. Henson’s survey of them which I took this past year. His view of Atheism is an important one- pointing out Atheistic religiosity is something few people are willing to do- but current Secular Humanism, or New Atheism are just as much, if not more, religious than, for instance, Taoism is. When it came to Judeo-Christian heritage religions, though, Prothero seemed to have some preconceived aversion, (which could have spawned from a catholic upbringing) as he approached their synthesis and analysis with an air of obvious fallibility, rather to being open to its claimed perfection, even as a concept, as he did for the other religions.

Yoruba Religion seemed to be Prothero’s favorite, it emphasizes mysticism and it would be easy to lump it into a discussion of animism, but it is quite different from your basic brand therein.  More than anything else it resembles Hinduism, with a vast pantheon of metaphysical beings who correspond to parts of the physical world. I had never learned about Yoruba Religion before and it was quite interesting, but the sheer quantity of gods and goddesses, as well as practices and customs obfuscated its essence in a cloud of terms and history. I would advise Charlotte Christian to include this in their survey of world religions in the future, as it seems to be more important than people give it credit for.

The point on which I disagree with him though, as I hinted at above, is his analysis of Christianity. For a world religions professor at a prestigious sub-ivy university, he seems spottily informed, in that it is apparent he has deep knowledge but not a deep understanding of the text. There is a difference. He makes statements which certainly show his doctrinal ignorance. Now, let me just say that I don’t think that it takes Christian faith to write a summary of Christianity, but you do have to understand its dogma.

First he asserts that all religions are equally fallible, therefore Christianity is no exception, in this case he attempts to point out Bible verses (naturally, taken out of context) which paint our religion it in a malicious light.

Secondly, he very heavily hints at his belief that Christianity is not, as it claims to be, a monotheistic religion. While never outright stating it, he dances around calling The Trinity a polytheistic doctrine. Which doubly demonstrates his lack of inside information on Christianity, its like if someone was claiming not to be from any country at all while trying to analyze the United States government. They would say it contradicts itself by claiming to be one government while still holding the Executive, Legislative, and Judicial branches, which, as they would claim, are clearly three different governments. We as Americans would say, no, because they are simply three different aspects of one government, they do different jobs, they are ontologically different while being economically the same. This is the same mistake Prothero makes about The Trinity.

Overall though, it was quite an enlightenning book. It gave me a basis for interfaith dialogue between people I may meet of opposing spiritual stances, and it fortified my previous year’s learning on the subject. I would recommend this book to anyone who already has a basic knowledge of the main worlds religions and wants to learn more about how they function and operate. I’m not so sure this is, to borrow the colloquialism,  a 100 level overview, at least in my case it did help to have a good foundation in the religions of the world prior to reading its 400+  pages. I think it is far more of a 200 level course, with more insight and dimension than a 100 level generalist summary can offer.

Creation Fest 2010: Northeast

Imagine Woodstock but minus the rain, mud, sex, nudity, and acid; now add Jesus, and an enormous field full of redneck rockstar wanna-bes, and that right there is Creation Fest 2010. If it weren’t such a camping oriented event it might actually be cool seeing as there are like 60 bands including Switchfoot (I stood less than a foot from the Hello Hurricane mandolin, and saw some members of the band walking around to and from their trailer), Skillet, and TobyMac who are going to play over the next 3 days.

Around the stage a tent city has sprung up, all one can see for literally miles around is just tents, in every direction, just dusty dirty tents and dusty dirty people. (in the image below, this is an arial view of the festival, the colorful area is the concert section and the rest is the tent city)

Now you understand how many people are there! Woah!

We were there following the band Downhere, and shooting a music video for them, it was quite an interesting experience, I’ve never worked a music video before. I worked a spoken word peice, and it was similar, but a whole different thing all at the same time. For this one we went to an old broken up rail yard from the 1800s and shot all morning. In the afternoon we followed the band about the festival as they played the first set. Tomorrow we head back to Charlotte where I will spend they day tomorrow learning to log footage!

The Pittsburgh Project Recap: Days 3-8

Wow, this past week has gone by so exceedingly quickly it seems to be just a blur of new people, stress, calm, learning, delving, exploring, finding, loosing, finishing, and beginning. I had made it a mental goal to blog every day, but with the complexity and speed of my current life, blogging while in Pittsburgh just was impossible. Now, don’t get me wrong, I tried, I really did. The first few nights I stayed up late and woke up early in an effort to finish each day’s posts, but by day 3 (our first work day after the first few days of acclimation) I was so worn down and tired out that the second my head hit the pillow I plummeted into a long awaited sleep, with only a pang of guilt that I had missed blogging days. So this post will be me making up for missing days.

I love TPP (The Pittsburgh Project) it is one of the only times in the year where I get to be the funny guy, the center of attention for a few wonderful yet brief moments. The worst part is coming home to the mundane day-t0-day, which is rather anticlimactic after such a “phantasmagoric” week.

Days 3-7 were spent working along side old friends and new friends alike for our homeowner Ms. Jaclyn Hill. My group was probably the best group in session 2 of TPP, It was comprised of me, Peter Carr, Kylie Stevens, Amanda Blackwelder, Chris Danielson, Drew Lobdell, Hannah Forrester, and Nicole Mohler, and who can forget our fearless leader, the one the only Todd Lesher.  Our job was to fix some walls and ceilings, part of the roof, a bathroom, and then to help the house across the street finish their projects. Our house only took a few days so some people went over to help Nick Dusenbury finish his project along with Ryan Carson and his group, all in all there were more than 3 groups helping out their homeowner, Ms. Kim who was recovering from an arson fire.

Our homeowner was such a great woman, each year, it seems, I am blessed with a terrific homeowner who really cares about what we are doing and who is really loving and easy to spend time with. Amanda, Kylie, Peter and I spent a lot of time getting to know her while in her front room fixing her wall as she watched TV, and by the end of the week she had told our group her life story and touched our lives as equally as we had touched hers.

It was difficult to leave the project this year because this was my 5th and quite possibly my final year there, hopefully there will be one more project next summer for me, but there is also the possibility that there will not be another year ahead. I pulled out of the familiar parking lot with pangs of sadness and strife, as it may be the last time I ever see the large brick church, school house, or dormitory in my life.

We left at 11 AM and I pulled into my driveway around 10 PM almost 12 solid hours of traveling, Pennsylvania to West Virginia to Virginia to North Carolina, and then across the whole state.

When I arrived home I had 184 new emails in my inbox, only about 20 of them were from Facebook, the rest of them needed to be logged, caledar-ized, and replied to in short order. Once that was complete it was on to the gift my camera gave me of over 1000 pictures which needed to be imported and processed in Photoshop and iPhoto. And all the while my computer keeps making this little pinging sound every few minutes because it keeps getting friend requests and friend confirmations, but thats not all that bad.

All in all, it was one of my favorite years at TPP, but then again, I say that every year. I met so many wonderful people (especially from CVCA and my fellow flash-mobbers Maaike Baker, Avery Drenth, and Breanna Bulthuis). I grew closer to God, and had so much fun serving those less fortunate than myself.

It was one stupendous week.

The Pittsburgh Project: Day 2

Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. James 1:27

It is currently sweltering hot. We are scurring around the project trying to find fans to cool down our room.

This morning we awoke and grabbed a quick braekfast at Panera bread, I had a lushious chibatta sandwitch with bacon eggs and cheese. After Panera our group wondered over to he park, we go every year, people play frisbee, kickball, or as I do, take nature walks. The park and all that running go us mighty tired so following that we journeyed over to the mall.

The Pittsburgh mall is actually fairly legit, I had a Mr. Smoothie (peach/strawberry) which took shipping with Peter, Sophie and I. first we headed over to Old Navy to get Peter a towel on the cheap, and then on to the main attraction: H&M! I bought a totally legit shirt on sale for $15 and in Pennsylvania there is no sales tax on clothig so it was just flat, which is unusual.

The mall and lunch was great, and after that escapade it was finally time to go to North Charles street! On the way there I was the unofficial tour guide, explaining the Pittsburgh scene as we passed things.

It is wonderful to be back at the project again! We got knot our work groups and traveled to the homeowners house to check out what we would be doing.

As the day came to a close it was time for a round of one of my favorite things in the world, evening prayer! The verse at the beginning of the post today comes from hr first chapter of the book of James, this first chapter is great to start with because I covers like a bunch of important things so everyone got somthing diffrwnt out of the reading and meditation time.

Aster evening prayer we all headed up to the room and after the sweltering hot part (we now have upwards of 10 fans in our room) we told a few stories and went to sleep!

READING: James 1

The Pittsburgh Project: Day 1

This morning I awoke around 7 after a night of anticipation, literally I think I was up until sometime in the neighborhood of 1:30 AM. I was so excited about the project! I further explored my new discovery of Netflix on my Wii, I watched more Comery Central Presents, and then I finally fell asleep midway through a Daniel Tosh special, I didn’t know I could be so offended and so humoured at the same time, all I can say is that he equally offended everyone in the audience.

After a brief shower I got all my stuff into my van and drove over to church. Unfortunately I decided today to be independent, which involved me doing the whole paperwork thing myself, I don’t know any of my medical and insurance stuff or contact information for the close relatives I should know, so I spent quite a few moments on he phone with both parents information gathering.

Finally I was on the bus (although I was the last one on) I arrived in the back row, by the window, finally – this was senior privladge at it’s best – Peter and Sophie an I had the back row and the four or five rows in front of us were populated by upperclassmen as well. We began to bump along out of the bus, which happened to be the coolest bus ever, it had WiFi on it, so cool!

Midway through through West Virginia we pulled off the road and stopped in this sketch bus fixing place, somehow we had overheated our engine and so we had to get it fixed right there. Worst of all they had to turn the AC off while they did this and it got hot like a sauna in our cramped bus. Eventually they did fix it and we moved on!

Anyhow 8+ hours and a lot of riddles and mental games later the bus dropped us off at PNC Park, home of the Pittsburgh Pirates, we watched the game much to my chagrin (I was rooting for going to see a movie, Toy Story 3 would have been great) but we ended up at the Pirate’s game. Let me just say I have never experienced a greater level of humidity in my life, the moisture in the air was litterally dripping out and onto my skin making me stick to everything, so disgusting.

After 7 or so innings, in which the Pirates crushed the Indians Somethig like 5 to 1 when we left, it was time to head out and get some rest. A portion of the day I had quite been looking forward to. The first night we always stay in a little church in the suburbs, their youth building is perfect accomodation for the numbers we boast each year. On the way there we reminisced about pittisburgs gone by and other church related happenstances, I love my church friends, they are all so awesome! Also, I am quite sure that we got lost on the way to the church, but I don’t know that for sure.

Well that basically brings you to now, we traveled, played games, burned ou our engine, reminised, got lost, and now I am lying on the floor of a gymnatorium writing about the happenings of the day.