Kara, Lucas and I have been in Nashville recently, getting ready for our big move to Nashville to work with the Otter Creek Church. Here are some of the highlights from our recent trip.
1. Time with Otter Creek Church. Between meals with staff and elders, worship on Sunday, we felt a great sense of peace about the family we are joining and the mission of being the church together. I still have important work to do in Rochester over the next six weeks, but I'm eagerly anticipating joining the OC Leadership Team. I will be writing much more about this new adventure in the coming weeks and months.
2. Lowry Family. The Lowry Family hosted us while we were in town. They truly embody the gift of hospitality. My favorite moments were the passionate times of story in the family room while we devoured ice cream. The Lowry's vision for Lipscomb is palatable and exciting. I can't wait to see what the next several years look like at DLU.
3. Christian Scholars Conference. In addition to spending time with Otter Creek and house-hunting (more in a moment), I attended and participated in the Christian Scholars Conference. I'm biased, because Barbara Brown Taylor teaches where I'm doing my doctoral work, but her presentation on "The Power of Story in an Age of Twitter" was incredible. I have a writing class with her next week at Columbia Seminary. Needless to say, sending the pre-course writing assignments was the toughest e-mail I've sent in a long, long time.
I presented on a panel tackling the topic "Theological Education as Spiritual Formation." The discussion was lively and challenging. I'm still processing the implications of what it looks like for professors, in the words of Earl Lavender, to shift towards thinking of themselves as "missional coaches."
4. Tokens. Thursday night allowed us the space to finally be a part of Lee Camp's creative genius known as Tokens. Part Prairie Home Companion . . . part social commentary . . . set to incredible blue grass music . . . I describe Tokens as unassumingly subversive. Lee's interview with noted historian Hubert Locke was one of the highlights for me (Locke is from Detroit).
5. House Hunting. Let's just say we saw 31 houses. The house we got was the 31st house we walked through. Sara Barton was our arbitrator through this process. It was exhausting but worth it.
Soon, I'll write a blog about Jerry Rushford's class at Otter Creek Church on the role of hymns in our modern church experience. Powerful material.
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01 July 2009
28 July 2008
A Friday to Remember
This past Friday night I presented a short film I’ve been working on for several months with good friend and video guru Sean Stockman. The film is being created for an important conference taking place at Lipscomb University in October. I’ll also be using the film during some teaching times at Rochester Church.
The conference I presented at on Friday was simply stunning. Black and White ministers from Churches of Christ gathered together to discuss Remembering 1968—a pivotal year in recent American history. The dialog was rich and powerful as I sat with ministers who marched with Dr. King and (white) ministers who were shunned because of their insistence that racism and segregation was an abomination to the way of Jesus. It was, for sure, a thin place—one of those rare moments when the story of Jesus collides with the ways of evil and darkness. Churches of Christ, though filled our own skeletons, boast a rich heritage of social involvement in issues of injustice and discrimination. These stories, however, rarely get told. We were teachers, historians, ministers, doctors, lawyers, social advocates—all came together in order to move our churches forward.
After my presentation, I went with Jimmy Hurd (a minister from the Detroit area) to the famous Bluebird Café in Green Hills. Four singer/songwriters captured our hearts for two plus hours. One of the performers is the author of the southern classic “The Gambler.”
My favorite song, offered by a well-known Nashville artist, was the last song. The chorus line went, “I was a burden . . . .’til the Lord . . . put his hand on me.”
That's my story.
The conference I presented at on Friday was simply stunning. Black and White ministers from Churches of Christ gathered together to discuss Remembering 1968—a pivotal year in recent American history. The dialog was rich and powerful as I sat with ministers who marched with Dr. King and (white) ministers who were shunned because of their insistence that racism and segregation was an abomination to the way of Jesus. It was, for sure, a thin place—one of those rare moments when the story of Jesus collides with the ways of evil and darkness. Churches of Christ, though filled our own skeletons, boast a rich heritage of social involvement in issues of injustice and discrimination. These stories, however, rarely get told. We were teachers, historians, ministers, doctors, lawyers, social advocates—all came together in order to move our churches forward.
After my presentation, I went with Jimmy Hurd (a minister from the Detroit area) to the famous Bluebird Café in Green Hills. Four singer/songwriters captured our hearts for two plus hours. One of the performers is the author of the southern classic “The Gambler.”
My favorite song, offered by a well-known Nashville artist, was the last song. The chorus line went, “I was a burden . . . .’til the Lord . . . put his hand on me.”
That's my story.
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