Hmmmm...

This past Sunday I showed up (45 minutes) early to church. A man was warming up on the drums and as I sat there the room went dark. All the lights went out except those highlighting the center stage, giving the drummer a remarkable glow. I secretly came early hoping to have some silence before others congregated. Instead, I was in a very large and dark room with the drums beating and an image of Caren MacMurchy. She, ladies and gents, is the one woman I may ever witness (and you may ever hear about) to play the drums during her own husband’s funeral.

The room filled with intensity, this thundering anticipation of all the excitement and pain and joy and anger to come. Moving on, I then began thinking how one of the best services to date would be if Rob Bell gave the sermon and the David Crowder Band performed the music. Please note the ultimate of this dream would be if Rob Bell performed a Catholic service with Father Holtzman at the cathedral in Toledo, Spain and David Crowder was the cantor, but that's neither here nor there...

Soon the “56” band joined their drummer on stage and practiced their first song. Their leader strapped on his accordion and began playing none other than “Here is Our King,” a song which is safe to say was made well-known by the David Crowder Band. At that moment I then realized the instrumental intro to this song is very much reminiscent of that played during The Office opening credits. I couldn’t help but smile. Then, my mind jumped back to the first night I attended the church and the first woman I see is wearing a sweater my mother owns. Not just any sweater, but the sweater I chose to borrow from my mother for an ugly Christmas sweater party.

You know those nights when you lay in bed exhausted because of the countless ideas running through your mind ALL day? Tiring? Yes. Inspiring? You bet.

Next, a woman sitting behind me with her two children asked if I went to this church often and she then asked the question of the day: How did you end up at Mars Hill?

Instantly I pinpointed it to a conversation I had with a friend who introduced me to Rob Bell and his writings. I then took this conversation and wondered how we reached that topic and realized it lead to my sister and Grand Rapids, MI where I recently applied for an internship (the one I am currently at). This became a trail of the internship to my interest in baseball to a guy I dated who showed me baseball to Sonshine music festival to a few girlfriends convincing me to go to Sonshine…you get the idea.

Life becomes this intricate design. Some things we may believe coincidental, but this can definitely be outweighed by the “path” of tracing life back.

Right now take something that has happened in your life recently, big or small, and make a path. If you don’t find your path(s) fascinating then call me and we can work something out…

Gift of Finest Wheat

Call me old fashioned, but I love a good ol’ song from the hymnal. Aside from the David Crowder Band, not very often does the same song or band put tears in my eyes so fast with chills running down my spine, and hairs on my arm sticking up. Now this is where I look for inspiration.

Last week at St. Andrew’s Cathedral the cantor announced Gift of Finest Wheat. Instantly I thought, “YES, we all know this one!” Not often do the q-tips (as my dad says) sing loud during mass.

For the first time I really read the words, wondering where God was leading His people.

Originally I intended to elaborate on the verses, but now, I will just type them below and ask you to read them. But not just read them, read them. It is a hymn I look to for inspiration in the words, not just the sound coming from the organ.

If you do not find the hymn inspiring, so what? Maybe it is not meant to affect you the same. Besides, if we all were intrigued by this song, communion would become quite redundant, boring, and a lot less inspiring.


You satisfy the hungry heart with gift of finest wheat,

come give to us o saving Lord, the bread of life to eat.

As when the shepherd calls his sheep,

they know and heed his voice;

so when You call Your family Lord, we follow and rejoice.

You satisfy the hungry heart with gift of finest wheat,

come give to us o saving Lord, the bread of life to eat.

With joyful lips we sing to You, our praise and gratitude,

that You should count us worthy Lord, to share this heavenly food.

You satisfy the hungry heart with gift of finest wheat,

come give to us o saving Lord, the bread of life to eat.

The mystery of Your presence Lord, no mortal tongue can tell;

whom all the world cannot contain comes in our hearts to dwell.

You satisfy the hungry heart with gift of finest wheat,

come give to us o saving Lord, the bread of life to eat.

You give yourself to us o Lord, then selfless let us be,

to serve each other in Your name in truth and charity.

A woman of love

In his mom's Christmas present!

Val Murphy truly was the essence of God’s beautiful creation. Her love for her family was evident in the way she lived during her time on earth. I remember visiting their house and seeing her husband’s lunch lovingly prepared for the next day and she would be sitting at the desk in the living room reviewing their cell phone bill, making a comment to Ryan about a text messaging charge.

She picked Ryan, Mitch Hopper and me up from the Salvation Army after serving soup. She sat in the audience of our City Band concerts Murphy and I performed in and on the Sundays I woke up early enough to attend 8:30 mass versus 10:30, there sat Val and Mike. This past October while visiting over a weekend Val came into their living room, showing us a child/ghost statue that danced and a skeleton that I believe sang “Bad to the Bone.” She found such joy in these figurines, clearly loving to prepare for every holiday.

What I am so thankful and blessed for is the incredible son she raised who has the same joy as his mother. He is so open and welcoming, just enJOYing his time with people, naturally pleasing others with his kind heart.
My heart aches knowing Ryan has to bury his mother tomorrow. Val and Mike raised him into a strong man and I pray for God’s blessing on Mike and Ryan as they begin a new adventure with Val watching over them. They truly are amazing and thank you for the blessings you have given our family!

Do as the Romans do?

To settle some confusion... In the post below when I state "grab and shake visciously," it is not literal. So no, I am not angry...just exaggerating my feelings with a little sarcasm :)

One night a girlfriend and I were discussing the life of a mutual friend and she said, “That’s great if he wants to go there someday, but what if he doesn’t take advantage of other things going on in his life until he gets there?”

She then briefly discussed her beliefs on how we can have these dreams and goals, but sometimes God gives us leads we don’t take and we arrive at our “dream” feeling regret, empty. We all have ideas of where our life may end up. Some people know exactly what they want to be, some know exactly where they want to go, and some have little direction except if they see the sun rise and know that way must be east.

It’s far too easy over hyping what may come. I tend to beat myself up about not taking advantage of various situations and/or opportunities, but since I cannot control my faults, there are a few select people in my life right now I would love to grab and shake viciously and scream at them, “JUST DO IT!”

But I control my decisions and no one else’s based on what God has in front of me so to each their own…

But pretty soon my decision may be to tell a certain person or two, “When in Rome…”

Lost in Translatoin

(All because two people fell in love :))
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A few years ago while having a heated discussion about abortion I calmly stated how the baby inside the womb is different than an animal because God gave humans feeling and emotion, thus separating humans from animals.

The girl’s rebuttal?

“Yeah, well God also says in the Bible mentally retarded people are going to hell.”

Mind you, this statement came from a 20-year-old who also said the statement in a nasal, whiney tone (and there is no exaggeration here folks).

When she said it though, I sat there. Speechless. I should have asked her to show me exactly where the Bible says that or provide some other form of literature or prehistoric fossil stating this translation of what God said. Instead the subject managed to change and within 2 minutes I was in my room pacing, raging.

There are numerous frustrations I have with this statement and my heart aches thinking about it. First of all, seriously? We could all put good money down in saying that regardless the translation, the Bible DOES NOT say this.

What angered me more is I felt that was another one of this girl’s exaggerations on the situation, seeing if I would believe it, so lack of a fight was a win for her.

On a higher level though, what if someone actually taught her God cast this unto His people? Where did this source from? Who else is being fed this garbage?

Over the past year I have grown to understand the beauty of variety. I believe people grow in their faith several different ways and that truly is beautiful, enhancing the unique, intricate creation of God. Thus, being reminded by Rob Bell as of late, there are numerous translations of the Bible, one not necessarily being better or more right than the other.

What I take from it? God is love. He loves on others and we should do the same. They will know we are Christians by our love. That is the foundation of God sending down Jesus to die on the cross for us, isn’t it? Everything else builds from there. Or at least that’s my translation…

Teacher

One night at supper I was discussing with a friend the Grand Rapids area. A potential internship opportunity arose (the one I am now currently at) and after talking about what I knew of the town he said, “That’s where Rob Bell is from.” Having never heard of the man I went home and worked the google magic.

A month and a half later I sit in my “Conrad Hotel” apartment as my father calls it, in a suburb of Grand Rapids and felt it appropriate to begin reading Velvet Elvis. This past week has had me back and forth on what to do with my life. I recall loving my major, enJOYing the work I could someday do with it but before choosing the major I went from journalism to dietetics to high school theatre teacher to dietetics again to hospitality and finally to consumer affairs.

Today I realized my ideal environment is being surrounded by people. I have had a growing passion to teach and mentor others, hoping to get involved in a church here and help with CCD, youth group, etc. While getting ready for bed I kicked myself for not majoring in education. Ideal schedule, surrounded by people, the ability to mold young minds :), planning, organizing…oh my!

Then on page 21 of Velvet Elvis I read, “Anna, you do not have to go to school to be a teacher.”

What about your past and what about your actions integrate with your innate desires and future goals? How do they intertwine?

It is no secret I’ve had a desire since birth to be a mother. Now with this growing passion for teaching, of course! As a mother I will teach my child. Why do I love spending time with my nephews? Because their mother is mostly absent from their life. Obviously I will never be their mother, nor would I want to take that role, but it is the nurturing and loving on them I find rewarding.

Make a list of your passions. Discover those simple tasks you have always enJOYed doing. Find yourself and learn what you are all about. As alone, lost, and worthless as one might feel, God has something monumental brewing. Who do you want to be? Where do you want to go? Who do you want to influence?

Do you need a college degree for it all? Probably not. Do you need to move to Michigan to figure out what to do with your life? Let’s hope not because their economy can’t handle all of us right now.

Automotive State

(Two buddies I'll miss dearly)

Hey folks! At 7am tomorrow I will be heading for Grand Rapids, MI to start an internship with their minor league baseball team. Check out the Whitecaps if you're in the area :)





Please say any extra prayers you can because my mood changes by the minute on this "being a grown up" business. God has something in store; we'll just wait and see what happens!





I'll try and post pictures and stories (if they're intriguing).





See you on the flip!