“Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water,
But a man of understanding will draw it out.”
-Proverbs 20:5
*Some things were not shared, b/c they're too personal in nature. The ones that I could share are below.
These are the things I believe God has been speaking directly to my heart within the past week. Why did I ever doubt that God knew what my heart was thinking, and the things it so desperately wanted to hear? Father, you are truly the only man of understanding who helps me take counsel from within.
Friday:
If anyone needs direction, let them read Psalms 119.
I read the entire chapter and the Holy Spirit gave me instruction as I heard him say that I had a heart like David's, a man after his own heart, You’re my boy, that I was most pleasing to my Heavenly Father, that I love his laws, and that I am moved to tears when men don’t take heed to His Word. This section of verses floored me.
On top of that, a sweet brother came by and told me, “You’re an awesome servant.” I could not stop crying tears of joy. Those times that I was faithful in little things, my Heavenly Father definitely noticed and rejoiced over me with singing.
Sunday:
I was watching my nieces little cg animated film called, “The Princess and the Pauper.” Yes, I know that I'm not supossed to be into these types of films. I'm babysitting my nieces, and it may give me an edge, since this is programming for little girls, who become ladies later in life.
*A large portion has been omitted, but perhaps later it will shed light when certain events have come to pass.*
At the end of the film everyone is happy. Both the princess, and her twin sister “the pauper” marry two handsome good men. The princess marries a servant, and the pauper marries a king. The song is beautiful musically and lyrically as it says,
“…When you live your dream, you’ll find destiny, is written on your heart.”
This reminds me of a much greater love that my spiritual husband (Christ) has for me as his Bride and the dream of being with Him forever. He is both a servant, and a king, yet he chooses me.
“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”-Ecclesiastes 3:11
"This is the covenant I will make with the house of Israel after that time," declares the LORD. "I will put my law in their minds and write it on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people."-Jeremiah 31:33
God has always had eternity in mind, concerning me. You know what?-I believe that God can do what I think is impossible and then some. He doesn’t just give me enough to live on, he also gives me art and song and romance. Does His greatness know no bounds?
Thursday:
I’ve been “retracing” (pun intended) my teenage days, by taking up drawing again. I recently purchased a book entitled “The Complete Book of Drawing Techniques: A Professional Guide for the Artist.” It’s been helpful in the therapeutic sense for me. I read something today that nearly made me cry in public, something I wouldn’t do if I were forced to eat live rattle snakes.
“It really is time for a re-assessment of the eraser and its’ role in our work. Used effectively it can be one of the most positive tools at our disposal. But first we need to remove the idea that mistakes are always bad.”
I can not tell you how many times I’ve erased equation after equation from Math homework. It seems that there’s no end to the logic, and my brain just doesn’t get it. So, I have issues with erasers. But the real issue is my obsession with perfection in a fallen, and broken world. The book continues on this “no mistakes, no redemption” philosophy.
“Re-thinking is very much a part of the creative process and is evidenced in many works, particularly in drawings where the artists are working out their initial ideas and intentions.”
Both of these statements do wonders for my soul, and give me freedom from negative/frustrated thinking.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Day 6
Thursday:
Awesome bible study in the park. found out just exactly why Jesus is the Son of God, and the Son of Man. Joseph was from the line of David, but Mary was impregnated by God. So he's both the Son of Man, and also the Son of God. Cool, huh? I made friends with some guys, and threw around frizbees while we we're waiting to figure out what was happening next. A couple people had to go back to work, but a few hung out for lunch and then Starbucks. We had these awesome sandwiches at this Italian bakery called "Grezianos" or something. Hooked up at Starbucks, and we're talking about the Lord, and stuff.
Later on, my bro needed to study for his message this weekend, so I got a tour from this guy I met that day of downtown Ottawa. It was really cool. We got to see the old parlaimant builidings that have been around forever, and are monstrously huge. We looked at the statues of old prime ministers, and historical figures. They had a place for stray cats, which coincidentally had a bunch of racoons and a ground hog taking over the place. It's really neat how you can see wildlife close up around here. Anyway, my tour guide was way awesome, and had some great stories about people stealing historical things, or even a bar owner having the horns from the gargoyles on the top of the parlaiment building.
As we were walking, and looking at all this different places; diverse marketplaces of food, museums, libraries, islands, and even (get this) water buses on the lake, he told me about some of the seedier things that are below the surface in the city. Homelessness, poverty, and people who are invisible. I'll never forget how he told me that "Most homeless guys don't live to be 30. I'll be 31 this sunday." I learned about the psychics, the new age trend, and how people are desperately trying to fill a need in their lives for God. The only problem is they're looking in all the wrong places.
It started to rain, and we got soaked, but it was worth it to see the tomb of the unknown soldier.
That day was kind of heavy, but in a good way. I will often think about what was said, and hold it close to my heart.
We hopped on our bus that would take us home, and had andy's sausage pizzas. they were amazing. I ended up recording a bunch of songs in my brothers basement with my ipod. It turned out really well, but i was gonna need some sleep for the days up ahead.
Awesome bible study in the park. found out just exactly why Jesus is the Son of God, and the Son of Man. Joseph was from the line of David, but Mary was impregnated by God. So he's both the Son of Man, and also the Son of God. Cool, huh? I made friends with some guys, and threw around frizbees while we we're waiting to figure out what was happening next. A couple people had to go back to work, but a few hung out for lunch and then Starbucks. We had these awesome sandwiches at this Italian bakery called "Grezianos" or something. Hooked up at Starbucks, and we're talking about the Lord, and stuff.
Later on, my bro needed to study for his message this weekend, so I got a tour from this guy I met that day of downtown Ottawa. It was really cool. We got to see the old parlaimant builidings that have been around forever, and are monstrously huge. We looked at the statues of old prime ministers, and historical figures. They had a place for stray cats, which coincidentally had a bunch of racoons and a ground hog taking over the place. It's really neat how you can see wildlife close up around here. Anyway, my tour guide was way awesome, and had some great stories about people stealing historical things, or even a bar owner having the horns from the gargoyles on the top of the parlaiment building.
As we were walking, and looking at all this different places; diverse marketplaces of food, museums, libraries, islands, and even (get this) water buses on the lake, he told me about some of the seedier things that are below the surface in the city. Homelessness, poverty, and people who are invisible. I'll never forget how he told me that "Most homeless guys don't live to be 30. I'll be 31 this sunday." I learned about the psychics, the new age trend, and how people are desperately trying to fill a need in their lives for God. The only problem is they're looking in all the wrong places.
It started to rain, and we got soaked, but it was worth it to see the tomb of the unknown soldier.
That day was kind of heavy, but in a good way. I will often think about what was said, and hold it close to my heart.
We hopped on our bus that would take us home, and had andy's sausage pizzas. they were amazing. I ended up recording a bunch of songs in my brothers basement with my ipod. It turned out really well, but i was gonna need some sleep for the days up ahead.
Day 4-5 (It's all jumbled in my head)
This time I woke up around 7am, and wasn't drowsy. I hit my devotions, just as fast as I could. I flew into the shower, dried off, got dressed, and headed downstairs. We needed to leave by 8:30am, or we would miss the bus to the bible study that afternoon.
We ate a simple breakfast, some fruit, and maybe a bagel, and then off we went for the bus stop, or car I can't remember which.
What do you expect? I'm not an early riser.
Canada has the coolest bus system ever. They're buses are ridiculously fast. You can get anywhere you need to in about 15-30 minutes. My brother gave me some bus tickets, and we hoped on our first bus.
In the mornings, the bus isn't really crowded, but by the middle, or end of the day, everyone is riding on it. Although it's mainly white people by majority, there's some diversity among the passengers (black, arabic, etc). There doesn't seem to be as much racial tension here, as there is in the States. It's kind of nice.
We get to a bus stop, and Andy shows me the map, and where all the buses are, and where we're headed. He looks really cool with his his rimless glasses, and his explorer style backpack. It takes a while for information to sink into brain (mine), lots of talking, and need to see where fingers are pointing. Okay. Got it.
Within a matter of minutes, we were on the next bus that would take us closer to our destination...
the park.
They have this gorgeous park in Ottawa. You simply have to see it, I'd be waisting time trying to describe it. Huge green trees, people playing volleyball and frisbee out here. They have the coolest statues, and stuff. I'll take pic's when I get a chance.
So, we come to the familiar park bench where a handful of people are waiting for Andy to lead the bible study on matthew 19. I'm amazed that a group of people were willing to give up their lunch break, or part of their day, just to be here for this. Andy prays, and then starts going through what he talked about last time. Then, he dives into the Word, but will stop and explain things as he goes. I'm amazed at how the Holy Spirit speaks through my brother even more so than He has in the past. It's literally like hanging out with Jesus. People feel welcomed, and a part of what's going on, and are asking questions, or making comments as well.
Time passes, and my brother gets to the end of the chapter. Then he prays, and we're done. I make every opportunity to meet people, tell them who i am, and find out how they met my brother. It's a really really cool thing.
After all this, we head for home on the bus/car (memory is not my forte). Yes, I know there's a big difference between a car or bus. Thank you Captain Obvious. We came home, Gen prepared the food both nights, and it was wonderful.
We ate a simple breakfast, some fruit, and maybe a bagel, and then off we went for the bus stop, or car I can't remember which.
What do you expect? I'm not an early riser.
Canada has the coolest bus system ever. They're buses are ridiculously fast. You can get anywhere you need to in about 15-30 minutes. My brother gave me some bus tickets, and we hoped on our first bus.
In the mornings, the bus isn't really crowded, but by the middle, or end of the day, everyone is riding on it. Although it's mainly white people by majority, there's some diversity among the passengers (black, arabic, etc). There doesn't seem to be as much racial tension here, as there is in the States. It's kind of nice.
We get to a bus stop, and Andy shows me the map, and where all the buses are, and where we're headed. He looks really cool with his his rimless glasses, and his explorer style backpack. It takes a while for information to sink into brain (mine), lots of talking, and need to see where fingers are pointing. Okay. Got it.
Within a matter of minutes, we were on the next bus that would take us closer to our destination...
the park.
They have this gorgeous park in Ottawa. You simply have to see it, I'd be waisting time trying to describe it. Huge green trees, people playing volleyball and frisbee out here. They have the coolest statues, and stuff. I'll take pic's when I get a chance.
So, we come to the familiar park bench where a handful of people are waiting for Andy to lead the bible study on matthew 19. I'm amazed that a group of people were willing to give up their lunch break, or part of their day, just to be here for this. Andy prays, and then starts going through what he talked about last time. Then, he dives into the Word, but will stop and explain things as he goes. I'm amazed at how the Holy Spirit speaks through my brother even more so than He has in the past. It's literally like hanging out with Jesus. People feel welcomed, and a part of what's going on, and are asking questions, or making comments as well.
Time passes, and my brother gets to the end of the chapter. Then he prays, and we're done. I make every opportunity to meet people, tell them who i am, and find out how they met my brother. It's a really really cool thing.
After all this, we head for home on the bus/car (memory is not my forte). Yes, I know there's a big difference between a car or bus. Thank you Captain Obvious. We came home, Gen prepared the food both nights, and it was wonderful.
Day 3
Monday morning I woke up around 6AM, because I had a terrible dream. It's actually quite humorous, but I'm not reckless enough to share it with the rest of the world.
The sound of my nieces crying and dancing (It's hard to tell the difference when it's early) happened about an hour later. I was so glad to have that day off, since I had been through so much the other two days. I spent some time in my devotions,and enjoyed the beautiful view from my window. Afterwards I took a shower, got dressed, and came downstairs.
To be honest the day was uneventful, and I was really glad. It was just so cool to stop, and look out the window. Maybe read a book, or just take a nap for the afternoon. I swear you could get lost in the clouds, the green trees, and the old buildings in Canada.
So, in short:
I woke up. Read Bible. Daydreamed. Showered. Ate lunch. Checked facebook. Cleaned dishes. Ate dinner. Talked with Andy and Gen. Went to bed.
Riveting stuff,huh?
I just realized that we went to play squash (think raquetball) with Jon Ruby that day. They have a really cool community center that has weight lifting, hockey, swimming, you name it, indoors. We grabbed a slice of bacon and pepporoni pizza for lunch afterwards. my right arm was killing me, and I think my ego went down a few notches since Jordan (john's 10 year old son) kicked the snot out of me at 4 out 5 games in a row. man, am i out a shape.
The sound of my nieces crying and dancing (It's hard to tell the difference when it's early) happened about an hour later. I was so glad to have that day off, since I had been through so much the other two days. I spent some time in my devotions,and enjoyed the beautiful view from my window. Afterwards I took a shower, got dressed, and came downstairs.
To be honest the day was uneventful, and I was really glad. It was just so cool to stop, and look out the window. Maybe read a book, or just take a nap for the afternoon. I swear you could get lost in the clouds, the green trees, and the old buildings in Canada.
So, in short:
I woke up. Read Bible. Daydreamed. Showered. Ate lunch. Checked facebook. Cleaned dishes. Ate dinner. Talked with Andy and Gen. Went to bed.
Riveting stuff,huh?
I just realized that we went to play squash (think raquetball) with Jon Ruby that day. They have a really cool community center that has weight lifting, hockey, swimming, you name it, indoors. We grabbed a slice of bacon and pepporoni pizza for lunch afterwards. my right arm was killing me, and I think my ego went down a few notches since Jordan (john's 10 year old son) kicked the snot out of me at 4 out 5 games in a row. man, am i out a shape.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Second Day
It's time for church, and my bed couldn't have been any cleaner or softer. Eat your heart out Waldork & Historia, b/c you don't have anything on my brother and sister in-law. I can not describe how amazing my towel was. It's almost like it was crafted by angels. So soft and clean. Those who enjoy cleanliness know what I'm talking about. Since I had a good clean shower the night before, all that God required of me was to "do ironing, love shaving, and walk quickly out the front door." I made it to the door looking good, with ironed clothes and everything...except, aww man, my bible. Before I even got the the "bi" in bible, my brother pulled the car around and I raised up the stairs to grab my bible.
We ran a little bit late, but fortunately so did everyone else. I helped my brother carry musical equipment, and instrutments into the community center in downtown Ottawa. As we're setting up, I'm constantly meeting new faces, and trying different techniques to remember their names. One guy's last name was becker, so he instantly became "Dr. Becker" as Ted Dancin so brilliantly plays it.
As things are set up, I talk with a few different people, and try to find out each person's story. Worship (with Gen, my sista in law, she's awesome) starts up, but unfortunately we have some problems with the old peavey mixer. Voices come in and out, but worship carry's on. My brother, embarassed by the distraction and holding a screaming child a the same time, steps in and addresses the problem. However, then he asks the congregation if they have a word of encouragement for the Body that morning. People step and speak out about what they've heard God speak to them from their devotions, or maybe even a special word that God gave them that morning. It was really cool. Afterwards, the worship continued without the speakers, mics, and cables. It was beautiful and sincere, as everyone sang louder together. Then my brother decided to have everyone, as the Scripture says, Stand up, Lift your hands in the sanctuary and say at the top of their lungs, "PRAISE THE LORD!" This also was really cool.
My brother really did a good job of handling pressure, yet speaking the truth of God's Word into our lives. Romans 7 brought up the difficult subject of Divorce and Re-marriage. I'm not sure if it got recorded, but almost everyone thought that he did well by looking at the whole of Scripture rather than only one section. I'm not sure if the sermon is available on the website, but the others are here: www.calvaryottawa.ca I didn't realize that in the OT, God writes Israel a certificate of divorce. That's huge. Obviously, this wasn't the only thing presented. For the sake of argument (you know who you are), my brother showed that Scripture does not condone divorce, but does give credence to the fact that it will happen. We live in a fallen society built on conceit, and rebellion. Those things prevent us from seeking God who is full of beautiful truth, and presents the notion of radical obedience. It would be wise to get a copy of the sermon, or even perhaps the sermon notes. My brother, although he is on a tight schedule, would love to dissolve any questions, or comments you may have. Since he's my brother, I'm gonna warn you...be nice, or I'll throw Canadian horse manure at you. Trust me you don't want that.
It becomes very clear to me how I can really help my brother out by leading the worship. Gen can take care of my nieces, if I can take care of the worship. Sounds like a good idea to me.
After an awesome meal at a place called "The Works", we went home. Although I was really sleepy, I wanted to hang out with my brother. He had his laptop in the living room, on the couch, so I decided to bring mine. We talked to each other as we checked emails, made plans, and kept up with people in our own ways.He found the apple commercials that are so funny. I found him the Will Ferrell performance of Music of the Night. Got him laughing pretty good.
Then I went on facebook, and told him that one of my friends had just wrote asking how Tavis, and Steven were doing. With a very somber look in my brothers eyes, he told me that Steven died during the summer. I found out later from someone else, that he had committed suicide on a drug overdose. It was a real blow to my brother, as he seemed to drift away into a state of melancholy. The only way I can desribe how this made me feel was like having an anvil dropped in my lap. I had just met Steven a few months ago, and he seemed like a nice guy. Andy proceeded to tell me how Steven was loved by many people. He showed me where there was a group on facebook to remember fond memories of Steve, and people were encouraged to write. (Remembering Steve Flint)
This presented a new challenge. As a worship leader, what songs can I pick to help people with so much brokenness? I started praying, then I typed a message urging my friends at home to pray as well. Later on, I also contributed to the wall, and dared to bear my soul as I unashamedly spoke of my tears, and how much I was expecting to see him when i came. I encouraged my friend to do the same.
Around 5, we headed for the bible study over in orleans. I met a big looking guy who reminded me of one of my brothers. He puts on a tough face, but inside, he's a big teddy bear. The effects of drugs and alcohol have taken their toll, since he can only speak out of the side of his mouth. He proceeds to jokingly tell me in a gravely voice, "I'm your brother's worst nightmare." Which makes me smile, b/c I can tell whatever was mean has left a long time ago. Well, we looked at the last section of Matthew 25. My brother does such a great job of giving background information, and cultural clues to difficult verses (5 wise virgins and 5 foolish). He also is making sure all the guys have a chance to talk and respond to the passage (sound familiar my SPC people?). It's funny how my mind works. I just loved to listen to my brother talk, and daydream about the jewish wedding he's describing. I started thinking about the parable of the talents, and lo and behold, that's exactly what came next.
I did the best I could to continue my networking skills, and tried to listen as best I could. I got in a great conversation with one guy about bikes, and how Canada is an outdoor enthusiast dream. We talked about a bicyle accidents, how many "clicks" you could get out (think oat) of the tires, and also the world of computers. It was great. I hope to hang out with that guy sometime next week.
We went to a Starbucks, and waited for some people to show up. The first guy (good friend) came, and offerred to buy me some coffee. He asked me, "So, are you going to order a manly drink, or feminine one?" I quickly retorted,"In this place, I can't tell the difference." He let out a good belly laugh, as he patted me on the back. My brother had a heart to heart with our very good friend, while I looked over my devotions. I was amazed at all the things I was learning. Sure enough, just like my brother said, Jon Ruby, and Jason showed up to keep me company. We talked about our mutual apathy towards maintaining devotional time. Well, at least some of us (not me, I like it). Yeah, I know I'm a nerd right? Oh, well. I'll be a geek for God.
My brother joined us at the table with his latte, and we all started talking, and laughing at each other stories.
"
It's an established fact that men laugh louder, longer, and more often than women."
-Men's Relational Toolbox, Gary Smalley and Sons
Caffiene can really get things movin. The night came quickly, and Jason being the good husband called it a night. We all decided to mosy on out fellowshipping as the breeze blows. Somebody calls my brother, and he has to go away for awhile.
So, me and Jon Ruby talk about jericho road, and the people he ministers to. He really has a heart for these guys, and you can tell that God has really done a work in his heart. You can see it in his countenance. I present him with a question of how best to handle accountability for these guys who have substance (alcohol+ drugs) abuse problems, and even some mental hurtles to jump through. He consistently talks about tough love, and how that a person really has to make a decision for themselves. It was a great talk, and I'm glad I got the chance to hear his testimony. You don't have to pull his arm to get him to tell ya. I swear, he reminds me of one of my brothers.
Andy emerges from the shadows unscathed from his chat via cell. It's only the 5th or 6th time I've seen him pick up the phone and actually talk on it. Most of the time he just uses txt messaging, since it's more cost effective. However, some things need to be talked about, not typed about.
Later, I arrive home, and wonder to myself about what I've fallen into. Such a wonderful place where God is doing incredible things! I can't stress this enough. It's almost like the last 2 years of my life have been set up for this short period in Canada. Honestly, I'm really not looking forward to the day I leave. I'm already getting teared up, and I"ve got at least 3.75 months to go (did ya like that Brandon?).
In summation, early bird and lazy bird (early bird's younger brother) go to church, equipment fails, but God's Word prevails, awesome people, awesome lunch, punch in the face from shock, not enough hours on the clock, Hell's angels teddy bear, men's bible study w/ prayer, Coffe stop, call won't drop, amazing story, and future warry (worry with NY accent).
We ran a little bit late, but fortunately so did everyone else. I helped my brother carry musical equipment, and instrutments into the community center in downtown Ottawa. As we're setting up, I'm constantly meeting new faces, and trying different techniques to remember their names. One guy's last name was becker, so he instantly became "Dr. Becker" as Ted Dancin so brilliantly plays it.
As things are set up, I talk with a few different people, and try to find out each person's story. Worship (with Gen, my sista in law, she's awesome) starts up, but unfortunately we have some problems with the old peavey mixer. Voices come in and out, but worship carry's on. My brother, embarassed by the distraction and holding a screaming child a the same time, steps in and addresses the problem. However, then he asks the congregation if they have a word of encouragement for the Body that morning. People step and speak out about what they've heard God speak to them from their devotions, or maybe even a special word that God gave them that morning. It was really cool. Afterwards, the worship continued without the speakers, mics, and cables. It was beautiful and sincere, as everyone sang louder together. Then my brother decided to have everyone, as the Scripture says, Stand up, Lift your hands in the sanctuary and say at the top of their lungs, "PRAISE THE LORD!" This also was really cool.
My brother really did a good job of handling pressure, yet speaking the truth of God's Word into our lives. Romans 7 brought up the difficult subject of Divorce and Re-marriage. I'm not sure if it got recorded, but almost everyone thought that he did well by looking at the whole of Scripture rather than only one section. I'm not sure if the sermon is available on the website, but the others are here: www.calvaryottawa.ca I didn't realize that in the OT, God writes Israel a certificate of divorce. That's huge. Obviously, this wasn't the only thing presented. For the sake of argument (you know who you are), my brother showed that Scripture does not condone divorce, but does give credence to the fact that it will happen. We live in a fallen society built on conceit, and rebellion. Those things prevent us from seeking God who is full of beautiful truth, and presents the notion of radical obedience. It would be wise to get a copy of the sermon, or even perhaps the sermon notes. My brother, although he is on a tight schedule, would love to dissolve any questions, or comments you may have. Since he's my brother, I'm gonna warn you...be nice, or I'll throw Canadian horse manure at you. Trust me you don't want that.
It becomes very clear to me how I can really help my brother out by leading the worship. Gen can take care of my nieces, if I can take care of the worship. Sounds like a good idea to me.
After an awesome meal at a place called "The Works", we went home. Although I was really sleepy, I wanted to hang out with my brother. He had his laptop in the living room, on the couch, so I decided to bring mine. We talked to each other as we checked emails, made plans, and kept up with people in our own ways.He found the apple commercials that are so funny. I found him the Will Ferrell performance of Music of the Night. Got him laughing pretty good.
Then I went on facebook, and told him that one of my friends had just wrote asking how Tavis, and Steven were doing. With a very somber look in my brothers eyes, he told me that Steven died during the summer. I found out later from someone else, that he had committed suicide on a drug overdose. It was a real blow to my brother, as he seemed to drift away into a state of melancholy. The only way I can desribe how this made me feel was like having an anvil dropped in my lap. I had just met Steven a few months ago, and he seemed like a nice guy. Andy proceeded to tell me how Steven was loved by many people. He showed me where there was a group on facebook to remember fond memories of Steve, and people were encouraged to write. (Remembering Steve Flint)
This presented a new challenge. As a worship leader, what songs can I pick to help people with so much brokenness? I started praying, then I typed a message urging my friends at home to pray as well. Later on, I also contributed to the wall, and dared to bear my soul as I unashamedly spoke of my tears, and how much I was expecting to see him when i came. I encouraged my friend to do the same.
Around 5, we headed for the bible study over in orleans. I met a big looking guy who reminded me of one of my brothers. He puts on a tough face, but inside, he's a big teddy bear. The effects of drugs and alcohol have taken their toll, since he can only speak out of the side of his mouth. He proceeds to jokingly tell me in a gravely voice, "I'm your brother's worst nightmare." Which makes me smile, b/c I can tell whatever was mean has left a long time ago. Well, we looked at the last section of Matthew 25. My brother does such a great job of giving background information, and cultural clues to difficult verses (5 wise virgins and 5 foolish). He also is making sure all the guys have a chance to talk and respond to the passage (sound familiar my SPC people?). It's funny how my mind works. I just loved to listen to my brother talk, and daydream about the jewish wedding he's describing. I started thinking about the parable of the talents, and lo and behold, that's exactly what came next.
I did the best I could to continue my networking skills, and tried to listen as best I could. I got in a great conversation with one guy about bikes, and how Canada is an outdoor enthusiast dream. We talked about a bicyle accidents, how many "clicks" you could get out (think oat) of the tires, and also the world of computers. It was great. I hope to hang out with that guy sometime next week.
We went to a Starbucks, and waited for some people to show up. The first guy (good friend) came, and offerred to buy me some coffee. He asked me, "So, are you going to order a manly drink, or feminine one?" I quickly retorted,"In this place, I can't tell the difference." He let out a good belly laugh, as he patted me on the back. My brother had a heart to heart with our very good friend, while I looked over my devotions. I was amazed at all the things I was learning. Sure enough, just like my brother said, Jon Ruby, and Jason showed up to keep me company. We talked about our mutual apathy towards maintaining devotional time. Well, at least some of us (not me, I like it). Yeah, I know I'm a nerd right? Oh, well. I'll be a geek for God.
My brother joined us at the table with his latte, and we all started talking, and laughing at each other stories.
"
It's an established fact that men laugh louder, longer, and more often than women."
-Men's Relational Toolbox, Gary Smalley and Sons
Caffiene can really get things movin. The night came quickly, and Jason being the good husband called it a night. We all decided to mosy on out fellowshipping as the breeze blows. Somebody calls my brother, and he has to go away for awhile.
So, me and Jon Ruby talk about jericho road, and the people he ministers to. He really has a heart for these guys, and you can tell that God has really done a work in his heart. You can see it in his countenance. I present him with a question of how best to handle accountability for these guys who have substance (alcohol+ drugs) abuse problems, and even some mental hurtles to jump through. He consistently talks about tough love, and how that a person really has to make a decision for themselves. It was a great talk, and I'm glad I got the chance to hear his testimony. You don't have to pull his arm to get him to tell ya. I swear, he reminds me of one of my brothers.
Andy emerges from the shadows unscathed from his chat via cell. It's only the 5th or 6th time I've seen him pick up the phone and actually talk on it. Most of the time he just uses txt messaging, since it's more cost effective. However, some things need to be talked about, not typed about.
Later, I arrive home, and wonder to myself about what I've fallen into. Such a wonderful place where God is doing incredible things! I can't stress this enough. It's almost like the last 2 years of my life have been set up for this short period in Canada. Honestly, I'm really not looking forward to the day I leave. I'm already getting teared up, and I"ve got at least 3.75 months to go (did ya like that Brandon?).
In summation, early bird and lazy bird (early bird's younger brother) go to church, equipment fails, but God's Word prevails, awesome people, awesome lunch, punch in the face from shock, not enough hours on the clock, Hell's angels teddy bear, men's bible study w/ prayer, Coffe stop, call won't drop, amazing story, and future warry (worry with NY accent).
First Day
So, I was stuck in a layover at an airport in Cleveland, Ohio which the Drew Carey show has made famous with their theme song "Cleveland Rocks". Large guitars with Aerosmith among others is prominently displayed as I walk down the walkavator, or whatever you call those things that push you past those slow pokes who actually use their muscles. I tried to access wireless net at my gate, but to no avail. I guess I don't have enough Irish in me, because my free internet luck had run out. So, there goes my cool idea of writing things in real time. Who really does that anyway?
While I was waiting I met a young girl with trendy clothes holding a very large thin piece of luggage. I pointed out the obvious, when i asked her if she was an artist. She showed me a Polaroid of her baby sister that she used for one of her works. I swear it was difficult to tell the difference between the colored pencils and the glossy photo. I told her about how I used to draw and paint, but would get frustrated because it never looked as good as I saw it. She gave me advice, and told me that perhaps I need to have more patience. Instantly, she produced a cell phone and showed me something really cool. It was called "path of Apollos" and it had a stony path lined with long patches of grass, with a distinctly Greek feel to it. She went on to tell me how she won gold for that particular work, and that only something like 4000 people in the entire U.S. can recieve such a rare prize.
Noticing the long black growth of a guitar case on my thigh, she asked if I was a musician, and whether I liked acoustic, or electric guitar better. I told her about how I was going to help my brother with worship (among other things) for the next 3-4 months in Ottawa, Canada. It's funny how saying anything even remotely religious can end a good conversation, and that's exactly what happened here.
As I was riding in the plane, my two favorite parts were lifting off, and landing. You have to cut through the clouds both times. There's nothing more thrilling to me than see an entire minute of white catch my breath, and cause the plane to jolt a bit. It's alot of fun.
I arrived on time at airport in Syracuse, NY., and suddenly realized how much easier my life would be if I didn't have to bring so much junk. I tried to call my brother a few times, but I couldn't figure out how to dial his cell. After several minutes of resting, doing a giant circle to stretch my legs, I decided to head back to the phone for one last call. Finally, I reached my brother and he was literally outside the terminal.
My brother brought his two daughter and greeted me warmly. I was hungry, and also blissfully unaware that there was a bigger reason for my brother to pick me up in Syracuse. For those who know of the joys of Moe's Southwest Grill, you will understand when a man has not had a burrito like that in 6 months.
After lunch we all climbed in the car, adjusted our seat belts, put on a vegetable dvd of choice, and started down the road. A few times we had to stop because the natives were getting restless and had some energy to burn.
My brother gave me the skinny on schedules, people, and what's going on. I tried to do the same about family, friends, and college, trying to match his precision at catching up. After a long period we arrived at the border. My understanding of what it must be like to be an immigrant has greatly expanded. Canadians are not as intimadating as some countries (Cough America), but still it's nerve wracking to realize that a government employee has the power to admit, or dismiss you for any reason. I had to go by myself, answer a few questions about the nature of my visit, and what I would be doing. I told her that I would be a part of religious work, leading bible studies, playing musical worship, etc. She tells me to have a seat, as she looks over my legal documents, and church letters of recommendation. As I wait, my brother and the girls come by and sit next to me. Eventually, I get called and recieve a four month visitors pass. It was cool to know that I was in, but I was really hoping I'd get the religious visa. Oh, well. Now, i take my new document and hand it into another Canadian clerk who looks it over, types something into a computer (bring milk home...who knows?), stamps my paper and says "Welcome to Canada."
A short drive showed me an entirely different world. One with large green hills, cottages on little islands, and gorgeous blue skies. Tour guide to the stars, my brother tells me everything I wanted to know and even what i didn't as we drive into Ottawa.
We arrive at my brothers house, a little town house that is very friendly. My sister in law, who has a third child belly gives me a hug, as I walk into the house. Yes, if there's spaghetti and red sauce, it's a good day. After dinner, I insisted on doing the dishes, though i was very tired. In hindsight, it would've been much better to go to bed, and learn where everything was later.
So in summary, two planes, three people, three documents, one new nation, two times at Moes, and spaghetti. A really good day.
While I was waiting I met a young girl with trendy clothes holding a very large thin piece of luggage. I pointed out the obvious, when i asked her if she was an artist. She showed me a Polaroid of her baby sister that she used for one of her works. I swear it was difficult to tell the difference between the colored pencils and the glossy photo. I told her about how I used to draw and paint, but would get frustrated because it never looked as good as I saw it. She gave me advice, and told me that perhaps I need to have more patience. Instantly, she produced a cell phone and showed me something really cool. It was called "path of Apollos" and it had a stony path lined with long patches of grass, with a distinctly Greek feel to it. She went on to tell me how she won gold for that particular work, and that only something like 4000 people in the entire U.S. can recieve such a rare prize.
Noticing the long black growth of a guitar case on my thigh, she asked if I was a musician, and whether I liked acoustic, or electric guitar better. I told her about how I was going to help my brother with worship (among other things) for the next 3-4 months in Ottawa, Canada. It's funny how saying anything even remotely religious can end a good conversation, and that's exactly what happened here.
As I was riding in the plane, my two favorite parts were lifting off, and landing. You have to cut through the clouds both times. There's nothing more thrilling to me than see an entire minute of white catch my breath, and cause the plane to jolt a bit. It's alot of fun.
I arrived on time at airport in Syracuse, NY., and suddenly realized how much easier my life would be if I didn't have to bring so much junk. I tried to call my brother a few times, but I couldn't figure out how to dial his cell. After several minutes of resting, doing a giant circle to stretch my legs, I decided to head back to the phone for one last call. Finally, I reached my brother and he was literally outside the terminal.
My brother brought his two daughter and greeted me warmly. I was hungry, and also blissfully unaware that there was a bigger reason for my brother to pick me up in Syracuse. For those who know of the joys of Moe's Southwest Grill, you will understand when a man has not had a burrito like that in 6 months.
After lunch we all climbed in the car, adjusted our seat belts, put on a vegetable dvd of choice, and started down the road. A few times we had to stop because the natives were getting restless and had some energy to burn.
My brother gave me the skinny on schedules, people, and what's going on. I tried to do the same about family, friends, and college, trying to match his precision at catching up. After a long period we arrived at the border. My understanding of what it must be like to be an immigrant has greatly expanded. Canadians are not as intimadating as some countries (Cough America), but still it's nerve wracking to realize that a government employee has the power to admit, or dismiss you for any reason. I had to go by myself, answer a few questions about the nature of my visit, and what I would be doing. I told her that I would be a part of religious work, leading bible studies, playing musical worship, etc. She tells me to have a seat, as she looks over my legal documents, and church letters of recommendation. As I wait, my brother and the girls come by and sit next to me. Eventually, I get called and recieve a four month visitors pass. It was cool to know that I was in, but I was really hoping I'd get the religious visa. Oh, well. Now, i take my new document and hand it into another Canadian clerk who looks it over, types something into a computer (bring milk home...who knows?), stamps my paper and says "Welcome to Canada."
A short drive showed me an entirely different world. One with large green hills, cottages on little islands, and gorgeous blue skies. Tour guide to the stars, my brother tells me everything I wanted to know and even what i didn't as we drive into Ottawa.
We arrive at my brothers house, a little town house that is very friendly. My sister in law, who has a third child belly gives me a hug, as I walk into the house. Yes, if there's spaghetti and red sauce, it's a good day. After dinner, I insisted on doing the dishes, though i was very tired. In hindsight, it would've been much better to go to bed, and learn where everything was later.
So in summary, two planes, three people, three documents, one new nation, two times at Moes, and spaghetti. A really good day.
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