Friday, May 25, 2007
Memorizing?
Anyone up for memorizing the Sermon on the Mount with me? I've been planning on doing it for a few years now, but my memorization skills seem to have eroded since my school years. If you're not local, maybe we could have some kind of on-line component to the process. It seems these kinds of things are best done with other people. I'd like to have it totally memorized by the end of August if not earlier...
Monday, May 21, 2007
Blessed
When I played basketball in college, there was this 30 year old guy with dreadlocks who was on our team. He was a wonderful character full of rich stories...hanging out with Will Smith on his 21st birthday, making 20 Grand a month selling drugs as a young adult, growing up as an African-American in the deep South, his years in prison, etc. When we would exchange the usual greeting, "Hey, what's up?" or "Hey, how are ya?" he would always reply, "I'm blessed, man. I'm blessed." I always thought it was a strange answer, even if it was true. Sometimes it actually bothered me as I wondered if the response was backed by a sincere feeling of being blessed. I wished he would just say that he was having a bad day and be "authentic" like Christians are supposed to be, but I suppose he was grateful for where he was at in life. I think I'm still learning to live with the attitude that I am blessed by my Father and Creator in the midst of a world and systems that seem to broken and confused.
This weekend I was reminded that I am blessed. On Friday night I saw a wonderful concert at the Fillmore featuring David Bazaan of Pedro the Lion and Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie fame with tickets given to me by a woman who is a volunteer leader at a youth group that we host for a Jesus Dojo during Spring Break every year. My brother, a long time David Bazaan fan, was able to join me.
On Saturday I woke up early and drove to the prison at San Quentin to play some basketball. It was a picturesque day, abnormally sunny and warm. I enjoyed connecting with inmates and the slowly growing relationships I have with them. As we went through security we were joined by some hip looking guys dressed in black carrying a bunch of geaar. It turns out it was Michael Franti and Spearhead, who have a cult following in certain places such as San Francisco. They headline the Power to the Peaceful concert in Golden Gate Park. As we played in the game with the inmates Spearhead played in the background, opening their set with a prayer for unity and reconciliation, themes that have been on my mind lately. A friend remarked that it felt like we should take off our shirts and grab a seat on the lawn with the inmates...just a great day we were able to share with the men we were visiting.
On Sunday I enjoyed a party for a friend of mine who just graduated from college. I chased my daughter around Precita Park down the hill from our house. Friends passed around our little Chase so that Andrea and I could play kickball. A friend of mine at the party was wearing the sweetest Adidas jacket, exactly the kind I would buy if I were to buy a jacket. I commented about my admiration for the jacket. A few minutes later he put it around my shoulders and told me to try it on. He told me to keep it. It was a small thing in some ways, but it was just so odd; I don't really buy new clothes any more, and it was exactly the jacket I had in the back of my head that I would like to have if I could ever find it at a thrift store.
Today I sit on my computer realizing how much work there is to be done with ReIMAGINE and in this City, so many hurdles in so many different ways, but I am grateful for my weekend, reminding me that I am blessed, just like my old friend.
This weekend I was reminded that I am blessed. On Friday night I saw a wonderful concert at the Fillmore featuring David Bazaan of Pedro the Lion and Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie fame with tickets given to me by a woman who is a volunteer leader at a youth group that we host for a Jesus Dojo during Spring Break every year. My brother, a long time David Bazaan fan, was able to join me.
On Saturday I woke up early and drove to the prison at San Quentin to play some basketball. It was a picturesque day, abnormally sunny and warm. I enjoyed connecting with inmates and the slowly growing relationships I have with them. As we went through security we were joined by some hip looking guys dressed in black carrying a bunch of geaar. It turns out it was Michael Franti and Spearhead, who have a cult following in certain places such as San Francisco. They headline the Power to the Peaceful concert in Golden Gate Park. As we played in the game with the inmates Spearhead played in the background, opening their set with a prayer for unity and reconciliation, themes that have been on my mind lately. A friend remarked that it felt like we should take off our shirts and grab a seat on the lawn with the inmates...just a great day we were able to share with the men we were visiting.
On Sunday I enjoyed a party for a friend of mine who just graduated from college. I chased my daughter around Precita Park down the hill from our house. Friends passed around our little Chase so that Andrea and I could play kickball. A friend of mine at the party was wearing the sweetest Adidas jacket, exactly the kind I would buy if I were to buy a jacket. I commented about my admiration for the jacket. A few minutes later he put it around my shoulders and told me to try it on. He told me to keep it. It was a small thing in some ways, but it was just so odd; I don't really buy new clothes any more, and it was exactly the jacket I had in the back of my head that I would like to have if I could ever find it at a thrift store.
Today I sit on my computer realizing how much work there is to be done with ReIMAGINE and in this City, so many hurdles in so many different ways, but I am grateful for my weekend, reminding me that I am blessed, just like my old friend.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
My Prayer
A Prayer I wrote for SEVEN...
We yearn to see your Promises fulfilled
To see You revealed in our midst
We yearn for peace
For reconciliation and simple trust
With the people we eat with
With the people we’ve left behind
With the people we walk by every day
Help us! Please help us!
We want to be your people
We want to see your Kingdom Come
We want to be a part of the solution
We want to be the change
We are strong, but we are frail
We can be wise, and we can be fools
You have promised your Spirit will guide us
In some real and supernatural way
Let us know that we are your beloved
In spite of what may tell us we are not
Let us become the people we were made to be
Let us inhabit the way of love
Use us to somehow bring goodness to this earth you created
Oh God help us leave the past behind
And move forward to You
Here we are
Help us
Lead us
Change us
Mold us
Make us
Something new
Something good
Something pure
Give us the strength to press on
Into Love
Oh God let us love
Oh God let us love
Oh God let us love
We yearn to see your Promises fulfilled
To see You revealed in our midst
We yearn for peace
For reconciliation and simple trust
With the people we eat with
With the people we’ve left behind
With the people we walk by every day
Help us! Please help us!
We want to be your people
We want to see your Kingdom Come
We want to be a part of the solution
We want to be the change
We are strong, but we are frail
We can be wise, and we can be fools
You have promised your Spirit will guide us
In some real and supernatural way
Let us know that we are your beloved
In spite of what may tell us we are not
Let us become the people we were made to be
Let us inhabit the way of love
Use us to somehow bring goodness to this earth you created
Oh God help us leave the past behind
And move forward to You
Here we are
Help us
Lead us
Change us
Mold us
Make us
Something new
Something good
Something pure
Give us the strength to press on
Into Love
Oh God let us love
Oh God let us love
Oh God let us love
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The margins
In my limited experience, the "General Hospital" is usually a place you don't want to go. It is certainly true of General Hospital here in San Francisco. It's on Potrero just a few blocks from our house, and it has this ominous feeling. Enormous brick buildings dominate the street for several minutes as you walk by. In the center of the brick buildings is a concrete building where I spent the day last Thursday. No, I didn't get hurt. I participated in a training for future chaplains at the hospital.
No one wants to go to General. You go there for two reasons: you were in a serious car accident or other traumatic incident that has put your body into a physical condition in which you need to be at a Trauma 1 facility, OR you need standard hospital care but can't go to another hospital (you have no insurance, are mentally ill, homeless, etc.) General takes anyone, which makes this particular hospital a gathering place for people truly on the margins. Some friends recently walked by and saw some mentally ill people in front of one of the brick buildings and thought, "That is where Jesus would be hanging out." Well, I'm certainly not Jesus but I am looking forward to spending more time at the hospital.
While sitting in hospital meeting rooms for hours upon hours and enjoying some truly disgusting and unhealthy hospital food, I dreamed about providing spiritual care for people who are truly on the margins of our society. At least in San Francisco, one does not need to be ordained as a minister to be a chaplain. For some of you reading this blog entry becoming a chaplain at a county or general hospital could be a real outlet for hopes of caring for people who are in lonely, poor and sick. I highly recommend at least thinking about it.
No one wants to go to General. You go there for two reasons: you were in a serious car accident or other traumatic incident that has put your body into a physical condition in which you need to be at a Trauma 1 facility, OR you need standard hospital care but can't go to another hospital (you have no insurance, are mentally ill, homeless, etc.) General takes anyone, which makes this particular hospital a gathering place for people truly on the margins. Some friends recently walked by and saw some mentally ill people in front of one of the brick buildings and thought, "That is where Jesus would be hanging out." Well, I'm certainly not Jesus but I am looking forward to spending more time at the hospital.
While sitting in hospital meeting rooms for hours upon hours and enjoying some truly disgusting and unhealthy hospital food, I dreamed about providing spiritual care for people who are truly on the margins of our society. At least in San Francisco, one does not need to be ordained as a minister to be a chaplain. For some of you reading this blog entry becoming a chaplain at a county or general hospital could be a real outlet for hopes of caring for people who are in lonely, poor and sick. I highly recommend at least thinking about it.
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