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Wednesday
Sep082010

silent feet

Sometimes God speaks to you in very clear, obvious ways.  I love it when that happens. 

I'm writing this from a condo overlooking the Pacific ocean in Rosarito, Mexico.  Traci and I are celebrating our 20th anniversary.  I've been looking forward to this trip for quite a while.  Over the last month, I've spent a lot of time looking back over our time together, and I'm so grateful for how God put us together. 

The first words out of my mouth to Traci were "Marry me."  Seriously. I saw her and couldn't help myself.  I was dating someone else at the time, so it didn't really go anywhere. 

Months later, I was really into a song by Eberhard Weber called "Silent Feet."  It is an amazing, eleven minute exploration of time and space, improvisation and composition, with a soaring spirit and brilliance of musicianship that made me cry every time I listened to it.  I played it for my then-girlfriend, wanting to share my experience.  She was quickly bored, and two minutes into it, asked it we could listen to something that had words instead.  I said "no problem," but immediately knew I had to get out of this relationship.  I was just too confused and chicken to do it. 

The next weekend, I was playing at the Wichita Jazz Festival, and when I walked out on stage, Traci was in the front row.  She was there to see me, though I was clueless about it.  With some gentle nudging from friends, I asked her out, and we spent the evening in her car, driving around Wichita and talking.  I was so amazed by her, and how much we seemed to connect and click on so many things, especially music.  Only one test remained. 

Around 4:00am, I pulled out the cassette tape (remember those?) and simply said "listen to this."  We listened in silence for the entire eleven minutes.  After it was over, she sat there for a moment and then said..."Play it again." 

It was so clear.  I called my girlfriend the next morning and broke up with her.  It was much easier than I thought it would be before meeting Traci. 

It was a clear sign, an obvious message:  Go this way.  You are headed in the right direction. 

Now, 20 years later, two kids, and over a dozen Creative Memories scrapbooks under our belt, and our next adventure is before us:  adoption.  In February, not to sound too religiously rabid, but God put it on my heart that we need to adopt.  So, we started the process, and two weeks ago turned in all of our paperwork.  We are now waiting for the social worker to come to our house and begin the vetting process. 

I am scared, nervous, excited, freaked out, exuberant, hopeful, and I keep asking myself "Are you sure it was God that told you to do this?" 

Today, we spent several hours on the rooftop of our hotel watching the ocean and talking about all the details - how are we going to do this, how can we afford it, who is going to sleep in what room, will we be able to do our jobs, what about all of our debt we keep "trying" to pay off?  When we get into details, I can lose sight of the bigger picture and my brain shuts down.  Fear kicks in, under the guise of "rational thinking." 

We came back to the room to change gears, and I was going to do a little channel flipping or watch a movie.  I turned on the TV, and the movie Martian Child with John Cusack was just coming on.  It is about a single dad who adopts a six year old boy, who believes that he is from Mars, as a defense mechanism to deal with the pain of abandonment. 

Our social worker showed us a clip of this movie the first time she met with us.  In the clip, when John Cusack's character is wrestling with the decision to adopt, he is talking with his sister who is giving him all the "rational" reasons not to.  He says "I even understand the argument about not bringing another child into this world.  But how can you argue against loving one who is already here?" 

I watched the entire movie by myself, in tears for most of it, feeling so aware of God's presence and his Spirit telling me "Go this way.  You're headed in the right direction." 

I'm still freaked out, but I also have been reminded by my Father that he is in control, that he has it all worked out, and all I have to do is trust him.  

Oh, and one other cool thing - I lost our copy of the Eberhard Weber album years ago, and could never find it again.  Last week, before our trip, I checked one more time on iTunes, and there it was.  I immediately bought it but didn't tell Traci until our first night away, when I just put it on.  It was a great way to start our trip...

Wednesday
Jul282010

open doors?

This last Sunday, I spoke about Open Doors, and how God will sometimes close a door that we think should be open, only to open another door.  But, an open door does not guarantee an easy road.  You can watch the sermon on our Vimeo page here

I spent most of the time talking about the idea that just because something is hard does not make it any less of a miracle.  I didn't have time to get into how to hear God's voice, or how to know when a door is open or closed.  That is another sermon for another time. 

However, I have gotten so many emails and messages wanting to know the answers to those questions, it is obvious that many of us wrestle with this question.  Someone emailed me this morning.  They actually emailed Traci by mistake, thinking it was me.  She was kind enough to respond to the email, and copy me on it. 

If you don't know my wife, she is a genius.  She is incredibly wise, perceptive and, in my opinion, brilliant.  Her answer was so great, I felt like I should just post it here, in full, and let it stimulate our thinking about how to hear God's voice. 

So, here is a guest post from my wife, Traci:

Just thought I would respond with my two cents.  When I think of trying to discern God’s open doors, I always think of how he leads my thoughts when I pray to him, especially during my morning quiet times.  If I feel unsure of what I am supposed to be doing, I tell God I don’t get it.  Then, I usually just start trying to talk it over with him, like I would a friend.  While I am having this conversation, it always seems as if God directs my thoughts in a certain direction or something will just all of a sudden “dawn on me”…which I think is God talking to me.  Sometimes these conversations lead to an “answer” and sometimes they just lead to me asking for further guidance.  I ask him to speak to me through tv, radio, conversations, anything over the next few days or weeks. 

Then, once I feel I am moving in a particular direction, I continue to let him talk me through stuff.  I try not to just go by passing feelings, but also I do listen to my gut.  Sometimes I will start to have doubts or worries that I need to talk through with him.  Is he saying change course or what?   Other times, my doubts have come just because of conversations I’ve had with people that were discouraging but once I went back to God I would feel at peace again.

For example…When I felt God leading me to homeschool, I really couldn’t believe it.  However, I kept talking to him about it, reading, having conversations, etc.  I would go up and down with my feelings…about every other day I thought it was a good idea & the other days bad.  However, whenever I would talk to God about it I would leave with a sense of peace.  So, I took that as a sign to keep moving forward.

Same thing with adopting.  Usually, when I talk to people about it, think about the money, or take in too much of the big picture, I feel discouraged.  However, whenever I talk to God about it, I come away feeling more peaceful.  This is one of those times where I feel that even though each step is difficult, and there are a lot of hoops to jump through, God is saying “just take the next step.  It will be ok.”  I do still talk through all of my thoughts and feelings about it, and I believe he allows me to have discouraging conversations with people in order to bring out my own fears and misgivings.  But, he wants to work me through those when we are alone. 

Anyways, I don’t know if that helps you at all, but that is my experience lately.  Oh…but one more thing.  If and when I find myself in a situation where I can’t figure out what to do in a certain situation, I usually will ask the question “what would God say is the most important issue here?” Is there anything about what I am facing that God has already spoken to? For example with homeschooling. God never speaks about public school, private school, curriculum, reading readiness, college prep, socialization, and the like, but he does say that it is my responsibility to train my children.  Therefore, I take it that my overarching goal is “to train them in the way that they should go”, and then subordinately adopt whatever “education style” would best help me to do that.  I stick with what he has spoken to.  Or with adopting…I am not certain what age, ethnicity, gender, etc. would be best, but I do know that God says to “take care of the widows and the orphans.”  So, I’m going to go with the overarching command and leave the rest as details that God will probably just use along the way to grow my character. 

OK…and now I am really stopping.  Sorry so long.

Love, Traci

 

Thursday
Jul152010

radiators, punch bugs and missing wallets

So, this was just too good to keep to myself. 

Today, I drove my car to Big Bear.  Ruben DeAnda, Gary Smith and myself came up to have a meeting at Pine Summit Camp about our facilities for Teen Camp.  It promised to be a long day, but nice to hang with the guys.  Then I would get back home and go to a gig with the Salsa band I play with tonight.  It was a new place, and Ronnie had signed a contract. 

Halfway up the mountin, my radiator busted.  I mean cracked, and not a little crack.  About eight inches long, and 1/8 of an inch wide.  Called AAA, and they came and towed us the 17 miles into Big Bear.  By this time, it was 1:30pm, and there was no way to get the car fixed today. 

Meanwhile, I called every keyboard player I knew who could cover me on my gig, and no one was available.  So, we rented a truck (either a VW Bug or a F150...can you picture Gary Smith in a VW bug?) and after our meeting, started back down the mountain. I was planning on driving home, doing the gig, then driving back up here tomorrow to pick up my car, if it was ready. 

Miraculously, Ronnie called before we left Big Bear and the club had cancelled our gig!  So, I quickly called my friend Kent over at my favorite place on earth, Windy Point Inn, and asked if he had room for me tonight.  He did, and so Ruben and Gary dropped me off and headed down the mountain.  I was so happy that I could stay in this wonderful place and have some forced relaxation time. (Seriously, if you live in SoCal, you HAVE to come and stay at this place.  It is the most amazing, relaxing, romantic place around!) 

After chatting with Kent for 45 minutes or so, Gary texted me that they found my wallet in the truck, and they were already way down the mountain.  I could not stop laughing. 

So, I'm stranded on the mountain with no money, wondering how I'm going to pay for my car tomorrow, and hoping that it will actually be ready tomorrow.  If it's not, I was going to rent another car, but now without my wallet, that is not possible.  So, that remains to be seen.

In the meantime, I came to Starbucks to answer the 45 emails that were waiting, and decided to post this blog instead.  However, I also realized that I forgot to bring the power cord for my computer, because I didn't anticipate using it for more than 30 minutes today.  So, the battery is draining, my cell phone power is getting low, and I have six dollars in my pocket that I borrowed from Kent. 

I am actually having the time of my life.  Gotta love it. 

How was your day?

Friday
Jul092010

youth camp 2010 - day 4 & 5

I am so sorry to be late on this post.  Several of the moms have already expressed their frustration.  I only have a few minutes, so I'll be brief. 

Yesterday was super, incredibly fun.  All the kids had a great time.  Classes in the morning, and then the afternoon was one big buildup to the Water Wars.  After dinner, we met out on the field, the 500 campers and counselors on one side, and the 40 of us (staff) on the other.  After the obligatory taunting and posturing, the attack began.  I was prepared with earplugs, but they shot me so hard in the ears that the earplugs either fell out or are buried deep in my brain. 

It was complete chaos, and the children were expressing every bit of rage and pre-adolescent angst that they could conjure up.  It was so much fun, though, to see them having so much fun, especially their cute fantasy that they were somehow "winning" against the staff.  Geo told them that we humbly accepted their unconditional surrender.  They didn't seem to understand that. 

My favorite part was sneaking deep into enemy territory and posing as a counselor.  It didn't work very well. 

After we all dried off, we had the most amazing worship time together and the final lesson.  It was a really great day. 

Today has been great too.  The final classes this morning, then the Olympics all afternoon.  Our kids did great, and left the field muddy, wet and generally happy. 

The schedule for tonight:  three boys and three girls are going to preach in six minutes, so I have to hurry and get over there to turn on the sound system.  Then, ice cream.  Lots of it.  Then, the talent show.  Our Turning Point  kids have an incredible act planned.  I can't wait.  Then, we go to the amphitheater for the slide show of all the pictures that we took all week. 

Then, we crash, and get up tomorrow, clean up the camp and all the water ballon carcasses, pack and get on the bus.  Check the hotline for the arrival time. 

I love our kids!!  And I love this camp.  It's probably my favorite week of the year.   

Thursday
Jul082010

youth camp 2010 - day 3

I know, I'm late.  Settle down. 

Wednesday was an incredible day.  Traci got to teach a lesson to the older girls during the morning.  She was amazing, as usual. 

The kids are really having a great time.  The free time during the day consists of water gun fights, water baloons, Connect Four in the game room, and hanging out in the craft room.  Each cabin has to make a poster to describe them, and they were all judged today.  Brandon, Billy and Shaela's cabins all won today! 

The sports time last night was six separate events.  They would play for five minutes each, and then rotate to the next event.  Dallas Martin won the flag game.  I'm not even sure what the game was.  I just know that he won. 

In the evening, we had another great lesson by John Mannel about the myths about the Bible.  Then, we all went out to the field and had the Starlight Devo.  Please ask your kids about this when they get back. 

This is such an incredible time to be with all of these kids.  They are loving being together and learning together.  It is always interesting to get to know the younger siblings of the teens that I already know.  We have a big crop of boys this year, and they are really boys.  I think that we may have underestimated how much energy it would take to break them all in, but we are trying to catch up with it now.  It's never boring with our boys! 

Here's a few pics...I have to go get ready for the big Water War this afternoon!