Pass me another corndog... oh hello and welcome to Messy Messages from Marsh, OH crap it wont come off the screen...honey can you grab me a towel. Well folks I am going to be a dad, crazy huh. I also have the opportunity to help lead infusion, a YWAM high school program, woot or is it so wooty if you know what I mean. It is exciting but I have decided that if God asked me never to lead again I would be cool with that.Not that I am having a bad time but it is easier to do dumb stuff when you are not a leader. But I am super stocked on being a dad maybe it is because I expect that my child and I can do dumb stuff together. Possibly a false expectation I know... but don't burst my bubble just yet. I prayed a prayer this week that if God wanted me to move to China and farm for the rest of my life I would be at peace with that. Plants are so easy to work with compared to humans, you can scream at them, cry with them, laugh at them and they will give that big green smile right back at you no matter what your mood in. So if you are reading between the lines God has been working on my heart. He has showed me the power that humans have if they live in loving community. The greatest example of this in my life was in Scotland (there are others of course... don't feel left out). One fond memory was after finishing coaching basketball with my friend Marcio we would hike the huge hill to our flats. We would often stop at Charis' and Julia's flat for good banter, beer, and fancy cheese. This memory even though it might seem shallow brings tears to my eyes because in that memory community was something I could taste, feel, hear and my heart was satisfied. I was also young naive and single but that has nothing to do with it (inside joke). Another time Marcio and I meet Polish people carrying a desk down the huge hill in the middle of the night but that is another story, for another time, perhaps. My point is this: God made us for community and it is like creamy French cheese when it is done right BUT it is as hard as Swiss bread at a hockey game to get to that place. God why didn't you make me a farmer in China?Monday, June 25, 2012
banter, beer, and fancy cheese
Pass me another corndog... oh hello and welcome to Messy Messages from Marsh, OH crap it wont come off the screen...honey can you grab me a towel. Well folks I am going to be a dad, crazy huh. I also have the opportunity to help lead infusion, a YWAM high school program, woot or is it so wooty if you know what I mean. It is exciting but I have decided that if God asked me never to lead again I would be cool with that.Not that I am having a bad time but it is easier to do dumb stuff when you are not a leader. But I am super stocked on being a dad maybe it is because I expect that my child and I can do dumb stuff together. Possibly a false expectation I know... but don't burst my bubble just yet. I prayed a prayer this week that if God wanted me to move to China and farm for the rest of my life I would be at peace with that. Plants are so easy to work with compared to humans, you can scream at them, cry with them, laugh at them and they will give that big green smile right back at you no matter what your mood in. So if you are reading between the lines God has been working on my heart. He has showed me the power that humans have if they live in loving community. The greatest example of this in my life was in Scotland (there are others of course... don't feel left out). One fond memory was after finishing coaching basketball with my friend Marcio we would hike the huge hill to our flats. We would often stop at Charis' and Julia's flat for good banter, beer, and fancy cheese. This memory even though it might seem shallow brings tears to my eyes because in that memory community was something I could taste, feel, hear and my heart was satisfied. I was also young naive and single but that has nothing to do with it (inside joke). Another time Marcio and I meet Polish people carrying a desk down the huge hill in the middle of the night but that is another story, for another time, perhaps. My point is this: God made us for community and it is like creamy French cheese when it is done right BUT it is as hard as Swiss bread at a hockey game to get to that place. God why didn't you make me a farmer in China?
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Ahh dear Marshall. You know what I say? "It's what I don't know that gives me hope." But one thing I do know, or at least feel very confident about, you will make a grrreat dad!
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