<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129</id><updated>2011-10-12T04:31:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ClayPeople Community</title><subtitle type='html'>Missional. Holistic. Monastic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-3063869931239976695</id><published>2007-02-20T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:29:17.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn &amp; Tattered</title><content type='html'>To be really honest...I'm tired. No, no - not like the kind of tired you get with out much sleep. Its not a nap I need. Uh, more like a change of season: a transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for years I've gone from event to event. I've managed logistics, toured the country, gone abroad, written grants, pioneered special projects and all the while been a full-time student and then at some level have been in ministry. Every week for two years, I've been involved in weekly worship planning and I've hosted a major event each semester. I've also booked countless out of town retreats, seminars, and conferences in the past five years. I'm tired of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past year I've been in major transition. I've had profound changes in relationships. I've shifted my understanding of my calling and expanded relationships - including forming some amazing mentoring relationships. But the thing is, this has really taken alot out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worn and tattered from years of trying to hard. I'm tired now from my addiction of going no where fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try breathing in.&lt;br /&gt;Now breath out.&lt;br /&gt;Out again.&lt;br /&gt;Breath out again.&lt;br /&gt;out again.&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;...hurts doesn't it. Not much there anymore, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page France, "Come, I'm a Lion" (2005)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a narrow bridge that leads me to your doorbetween the apple trees and poison leaves that formaround my shoulders as they toss me back and forth they bring me pleasure and they always keep me&lt;br /&gt;warm&lt;br /&gt;warm&lt;br /&gt;there's a cashman&lt;br /&gt;there are quick cures&lt;br /&gt;there are taste tests&lt;br /&gt;there are trashwhores&lt;br /&gt;there is numbness&lt;br /&gt;there is feeling&lt;br /&gt;there is sickness&lt;br /&gt;there is healing&lt;br /&gt;and i'm halfway to you&lt;br /&gt;but i'm takin' a break&lt;br /&gt;where i walk with a limp&lt;br /&gt;and i sleep with the stakes&lt;br /&gt;and i blow up my lungs&lt;br /&gt;with the air that i need&lt;br /&gt;and my dreams i'm on knees&lt;br /&gt; and i'm washing your feet&lt;br /&gt;with my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not pleased with all of my addictions&lt;br /&gt;all of my addictions&lt;br /&gt;all of my addictions&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not pleased with all of my addictions&lt;br /&gt;all of my addictions&lt;br /&gt;all of my addictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are sunbeams&lt;br /&gt;there are dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;there are voices&lt;br /&gt;there are no sound&lt;br /&gt;sand i'm stable&lt;br /&gt;so you want me&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm stable&lt;br /&gt;while you want me&lt;br /&gt;and i'm upright&lt;br /&gt;while you're downsized&lt;br /&gt;while you're downsized&lt;br /&gt;i am uprighti'm the cashman&lt;br /&gt;you're quick cure&lt;br /&gt;you're taste test&lt;br /&gt;and i'm the trashwhore&lt;br /&gt;and i don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;but i want to be real&lt;br /&gt;and i don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;but i want to be real&lt;br /&gt;and i don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;but i want to be real&lt;br /&gt;and i don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;but i want to be realas you&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the dust...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-3063869931239976695?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3063869931239976695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=3063869931239976695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/3063869931239976695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/3063869931239976695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/worn-tattered.html' title='Worn &amp; Tattered'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-8735789368609554764</id><published>2007-02-17T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T08:15:34.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new friends</title><content type='html'>The Community at Intermission had a week of incredible connections. We hosted the annual theology symposium at TLU and led conversations and a learning party on "the emerging church". Karen Ward (Church of the Apostles) and Nate Frambach (Wartburg Theological Seminary) were our lead learners and we also had two awesome special guests: Paul Soupiset (emergentSan Antonio) and Aaron Strumpel (&lt;a href="http://www.aaronstrumpel.com"&gt;www.aaronstrumpel.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was largely conversations all revolving around "what does it mean to be church in the 21st century?". We talked about worship, new monasticism, the arts, leadership and "church ecclesiology". There were about 50-75 who participated in the sessions and we closed with a memorable worship with Aaron leading music, prayer stations, a conversation about John's ressurection account and then The Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that closing worship: check out John, Ch. 20 and then think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By what name does God call you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and What does God do to get your attention?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*[from conversational message led by Dr. Nate Frambach, Wartburg Theological Seminary]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still processing the entire thing, but our community here in Seguin added many new friends including...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Ward, Church of the Apostles    &lt;br /&gt;Nate Frambach, Wartburg Theological Seminary&lt;br /&gt;Jim Taylor, Mosaic Community Church&lt;br /&gt;Chris Breedlove, San Antonio pastor&lt;br /&gt;Paul Soupiset (not really new...), emergentSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met for lunch at ChiroJava and then we even went up to the second story of the building and dreamed of possibilities for that facility and whether we might try to occupy it in the near future. More on that to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-8735789368609554764?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8735789368609554764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=8735789368609554764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/8735789368609554764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/8735789368609554764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-friends.html' title='new friends'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-4404006208806779657</id><published>2007-02-06T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:22:12.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am frequently aprehensive about posting because i am constantly discovering and re-discovering the definition of community and what it means in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i sit here blogging, i am at work.  i know, tis-tis penny, tis-tis.  for those of you who don't know I work at the Dorothy Day House of Hospitality- it is a men's homeless shelter here in moorhead, mn.  the house was built in 1908 and is beautiful.  Back in the day i'm sure it belonged to the mayor or a rich doctor or someone to that status...currently it houses up to ten men who are homeless or in a temporary spot of struggle.  &lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i am at work i try and imagine what this house was like before it was a shelter. i picture little kids dressed in their nice clothing, with curly golden locks of hair, sitting with their parents by the fireplace in the living room.  this is my stereotypical midwestern, high society family that i imagine.  but this family loves each other; they talk and they laugh alot.&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of my thoughts and daydreams, i realize that this house hasn't changed much.  sure there are no curly, golden hair children living here, but there are men who have laid down their lives for the Lord, men who struggle with addiction, men who don't know where to go or how to change their situations.  there are men in community with each other, building each other up with encouragement and love everyday.  it amazes me to see how the Lord touches my heart through these guys here- they are showing me what community really is.&lt;br /&gt;it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;in this big , old, brown house, community is beautiful and intense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-4404006208806779657?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4404006208806779657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=4404006208806779657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/4404006208806779657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/4404006208806779657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-4053973264157060774</id><published>2007-02-04T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:53:49.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning to the Conversation</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I (or anyone else for that matter) has posted here. Its been a short season of being sent - and now 2 of the 3 of us who were traveling are back. Nate returned this weekend after a month at Holden Village in remote Washington state. After talking with him briefly on the phone I can not wait for him to post his reflections here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks the community at Intermission  ClayPeople Community has taken many steps of faith...I'll recap them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As of January 24th, Intermission  ClayPeople Community is in official relationship with the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America. &lt;/strong&gt;Many of us in the Community have a deep history with the ELCA - its a familty and brings with it a rich hertitage of reformation which we really value. We are particularly thankful to Ruben Duran (ELCA Churchwide offices) and Steve Kanuouse (SW Texas Synod Mission Director) for walking along side us, for affirming us in our ministry, and taking a risk on a few crazy young adults who are passionate about what God is doing in Seguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've entered into a "mutual-learning" relationship with a congregation of the United Methodist Church.&lt;/strong&gt; Through my friend, Dan Harrington, our two communities have committed to walking side by side, sharing our stories together, and listening/praying together as we start new churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've created a Council of Elders&lt;/strong&gt;! We been blessed with wonderful mentors and key adults who have been very instrumental in shaping Intermission. Now, some of those have been called and commissioned into a Council who will help us in accountability of ELCA funds, visioning our future, and mentoring us through our transition season. Who are they you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pastor Greg Ronning, spiritual director - &lt;/strong&gt;Greg is a close mentor to much of our leadership and continues to serve as our spiritual director and friend in this ministry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan Harrington - &lt;/strong&gt;Dan invited Intermission to help create a new worship at First United Methodist-Seguin with the youth there. Now the worship - called &lt;em&gt;The Journey -&lt;/em&gt;  has had three runs and is a pilot for what worship might look like in a new church plant with FUMC.  His spiritual friendship is now part of our community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron Quiros, leadership coach - &lt;/strong&gt;As I learn my new role as "abbot" (spiritual guide), I am being coached by Ron in communication, transition management, listening, and servant leadership. His friendship and partnership has always been great and its wonderful to have him on our Council &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozella White (in discernment) - &lt;/strong&gt;Rozella is on the synod staff of the Gulf Coast Synod and has been an advocate for us and other innovative young adult ministries. From Houston she's kept up with us and has always give amazing insights for me and my ministry. We've asked her to pray and discern joining our Council and we're waiting to hear back from her - Please pray with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see its been a busy, but incredibly fruitful time for us at Intermission. More from my experience at Nicaragua and from the ground here in Seguin to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way...&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-4053973264157060774?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4053973264157060774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=4053973264157060774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/4053973264157060774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/4053973264157060774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/returning-to-conversation.html' title='Returning to the Conversation'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-3852837645183019410</id><published>2007-01-07T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T11:33:08.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog de Nicaragua</title><content type='html'>Having been in the country now for over a week, I feel as though I'm just arriving. This morning our group worshipped with the Iglesia Luterana Evangelica en Nicaragua(Evangelical Lutheran Church in Nicaragua) at Fe y Esperanza (the local congregation). There we did the spanish liturgia and heard the sermon given by the Lutheran bishop there - Victoria. Victoria is an amazing woman who has been instrumental in bringing the Lutheran Church to Nicaragua. She fled El Salvador in 1982 to escape the violence of that time. The women of the Lutheran Church in Nicaragua are an incredible witness to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria has a community of over 80% young people - those at the university age are attending (no small feat for the Nicaraguan poor). Her words this morning and hearing her speak of being united in the work of the Spirit really touched me. This church thing really is really much bigger than I've ever imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Managua, Nicaragua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-3852837645183019410?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3852837645183019410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=3852837645183019410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/3852837645183019410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/3852837645183019410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-de-nicaragua.html' title='blog de Nicaragua'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-7543015675025534299</id><published>2006-12-28T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T07:26:09.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season of Being Sent</title><content type='html'>For those of you out there who are walking along side us and keep in touch through this blog, I want to take a minute to tell you about the upcoming season for ClayPeople Community.  The season might best be described as a "season of being sent"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I just spend four days at his home in Scotia, New York where we spent some time creating, praying and discerning our ministry project for this summer. Our current thought is to be in Minneapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Tim leaves for a two week stay in Nicaragua. He'll be there with Lutheran World Relief and their partners on a fair trade coffee coop. This is his first ministry experience outside of the US!...very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney will be spending the semester in Egpyt and the Middle East studying and being with the people there. Maybe she'll post her tentative itinerary on the blog so you all can pray for her. Maybe she'll let out her mailing address too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate will  be spending the month of January at Holden Village, a retreat village in the mountains of Washington State. He'll be taking a class through St. Olaf on spirituality there. He won't have email or phone access...snail mail only. We'll get that address up so people can send love out his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an exciting time to support one another in our discernment and ministry together. More in the next few days from me (Tim) as I prepare for my trip and I'll also be blogging from   Nicaragua! Paz y Amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-7543015675025534299?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7543015675025534299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=7543015675025534299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/7543015675025534299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/7543015675025534299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/season-of-being-sent.html' title='A Season of Being Sent'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-1676064570613885533</id><published>2006-12-14T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T09:32:33.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>I've only got minutes before my ride comes to pick me up. Its the end of the semester and I'm going home. For some of my friends this is a weekend experience. But, for me, it only happens once or maybe twice a year. This is a big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I return to my apartment on campus, I will have spend two weeks in Washington DC, a few days near Albany, NY, a possible side trip to Pittsburgh, PA and a two week stay in Managua, Nicaragua. My heart is starting to race faster when I think about these trip - each one has so much meaning in it - to be on a journey and to be going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back, I'm hoping to leave again. I plan on trips to Seattle, WA and Atlanta, GA in January. Again, I'll pack my bags, check my e-ticket (for the third time), text message the weather forecast to my cell phone, and I'll head out on the journey. And then I'll come home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rhythm of heading out and coming home might be speaking something to me about being the church. I can not avoid being sent. I can't avoid the journey. I must get ready, go, and come home. Each sending brings with it some fears and each one writes a chapter into my life that continually shapes who I am becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dishes are still piled up and the garbage must go out. Its time for me to go home, only to be sent again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-1676064570613885533?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1676064570613885533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=1676064570613885533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/1676064570613885533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/1676064570613885533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-5477911217579087483</id><published>2006-12-10T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:24:30.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for My Mentors</title><content type='html'>As I wrap up another calendar year, I've been thinking about my journey over the past twelve months. I've covered some rough terrain. Its been a year since I changed majors and begun to think about what it means to follow Christ with my whole life. Along the way I've had some incredible mentors. I simply wouldn't be where I am with out the other characters (some of them indeed are quite a character) who have been performing on this stage of discipleship with me. Because I know there's many outside of our core community who read this blog, I want you all to know that if you're reading this you are a part of our community. These mentors that have shaped me are also a part of this community - its time you all meet some of the people who have shaped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they are... A special thanks goes out to all of them...I love them all dearly...I'd not be where I am with out you all! Thank-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ronning&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' campus pastor&lt;br /&gt;Greg has been an incredible mentor through-out the last year as Intermission has taken huge steps and he also was part of the mentoring team that I worked with this summer. He continues to invest in me and others around me in profound ways. Plus my dad and I went to the bar while he was in town, we had beers and watched Greg rock out with his charity rock band "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Harleys&lt;/span&gt;" - good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peggy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Contos&lt;/span&gt; Hahn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy has been walking along side me for the past five years. Many times she's walked along side from from a distance, but always with an eye out for me. She's always challenged me in ways I've never thought I could be challenged and her insistence on being a catalyst in this church and this world have be a profound impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozella White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozella, your friendship and your words of care and support are stunning. Your transparency and your grace is exactly what I'm looking for in communities to grow in. Thank-you for both the space and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nurturing&lt;/span&gt; to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenna Davis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna was my "peer mentor" during my internship. Jenna, your tenderness, your deep insights, and your beautiful soul speak in unique ways to my worldview - thanks for pushing when I needed a push and listening when I needed an ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron Strumpel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't words to thank you Aaron. Your investment in me has sent me on a chase...a pursuit of this God who speaks out in love in ways I don't even understand yet. Your mentorship has shaped me in profound ways. Thank you for being patient with me, for walking with me, for challenging me, for tending both to my soul and my mind, for teaching me about community, for showing me how deep our artist-Creator-God speaks to us and for allowing me to be a speck on the radar of your journey. Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marc and Dana Reed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't enough I can say about these two. Marc and Dana have been my spiritual father and mother. They have this distinct sense of call to be a father and mother to God's children in order to care for their hearts. Marc and Dana, thank-you for adopting me - for providing not only opportunities for ministry, but for your complete embrace. Your embrace must be exactly what God had in mind when He called his church to love for one another. You guys have blessed me more than you even know. I can't even wrap my mind around your love for God and his children. Thank-you for answer yes to God's call to be a spiritual father/mother ...thank-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are others too...I'll save them for another shout-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-5477911217579087483?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5477911217579087483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=5477911217579087483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/5477911217579087483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/5477911217579087483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks-for-my-mentors.html' title='Thanks for My Mentors'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-3140826474324085971</id><published>2006-12-09T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:25:10.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us versus Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/RXun4DFo6bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o1z19B0X1g4/s1600-h/youarechristbody.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006779992095910322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/RXun4DFo6bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o1z19B0X1g4/s320/youarechristbody.gif" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has been two kinds of experiences that I've had with others from with in the Body of Christ, this community of believers - some might even call it "the church". Sometimes I get this vibe from people that not a thing could separate us, despite the differences in our pasts or where we come from or anything superficial like that. But then sometimes, I get this feeling in my stomach that its an "us versus them" game we're in. Its as if there were some kind of match going on and we're match-point, one away from winning this set and so the serve becomes aggressive. These places honestly scare me. It seems as if we're too often aiming at our brothers and sisters in Christ and trying to distinguish an "us" and "them" so that we can separate ourselves from "them" and build up ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we may be missing the point. &lt;strong&gt;But the thing is, there is no "us".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are called out into the world. We must eat with the poor and hungry, we must walk with the immigrant wanderer, we must struggle with the addict, and associate ourselves with those of us who are alone: the widows who have no lovers, the orphans who have no fathers and the strangers who have no friends. Our efforts must undergo the same radical transformation that our paradigm has. There is no “us versus them” because its not about us and what we do. It turns out that there is only them. To be with them is what it means to be the church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-3140826474324085971?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3140826474324085971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=3140826474324085971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/3140826474324085971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/3140826474324085971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/us-versus-them.html' title='Us versus Them'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/RXun4DFo6bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o1z19B0X1g4/s72-c/youarechristbody.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116547154600459019</id><published>2006-12-06T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:05:46.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once upon a time there was a house in Minnesota that spewed forth love like no other.&lt;br /&gt;and once upon a time I criticized myself for using the word "spewed" in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;how's this entry for intelligent and insightful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116547154600459019?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116547154600459019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116547154600459019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116547154600459019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116547154600459019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-upon-time-there-was-house-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116520357505256729</id><published>2006-12-03T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:39:35.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent-- another thing America doesn't do quite right</title><content type='html'>This morning I went to church on campus.  It was absolutely wonderful.  The place was packed because this weekend is St. Olaf's annual Christmas Festival.  Seeing all the happy faces and ugly Norwegian Sweaters was a great way to start a cool December morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is the first Sunday in Advent, and so we have begun our season of preparation, our time to get ready for that Christmas morning when we remember the Incarnation of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I listened to the wonderful crescendos of Greensleeves (the St. Olaf Band was playing-Sweet!) I realized something-- Advent isn't just about preparation, its about peace.  Its about the peace that passes understanding, its about the peace that we should be dwelling in, the peace that became absolutely real true through the birth, ministry, and life of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an overwhelming sense of peace this morning as the music played in the background.  Even though I have over 40 pages to write before the semester ends, I still had peace because I believe in a God that's been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God became human so that God could experience humanity.  God knows what it's like to be forgotten and lonely and even stressed(remember when he flipped over all those tables in the temple?).  We believe in a God that been there, a God that has felt human emotion, and that is what we celebrate on Christmas-- God becoming human for our sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to jump ahead too far, but in Matthew 27:46 Jesus says "my God my God why have you forsaken me".   What a powerful statement, we believe in a God that even knows what its like to be completely without God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was human, God's been there and done that.   And in that reality there is more peace  then we could ever imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Christmas season we get too caught up in preparing.  We get the shopping done, we decorate, we make all our fancy plans, but rarely do we let God's peace wash over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Advent, may peace be with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116520357505256729?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116520357505256729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116520357505256729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116520357505256729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116520357505256729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/advent-another-thing-america-doesnt-do.html' title='Advent-- another thing America doesn&apos;t do quite right'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900168074090494132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116512171777908996</id><published>2006-12-02T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:55:17.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discerment...lately</title><content type='html'>There is no easy way to discern God's will for your life. It seems this whole idea of your "calling" is about as ambiguous as it gets. I used to think that a call meant God would email or fax me a job description. I was wrong. God's current callings for my life include many significant relationships and include a variety of responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calling as...&lt;br /&gt;a friend (to be availible, helpful, encouraging, fun, etc)&lt;br /&gt;a roomate (to be responsible with keeping up my part of the apartment)&lt;br /&gt;a son (to be in contact with the parent)&lt;br /&gt;a brother (to be supportive, caring, etc to those I've shared life with growing up)&lt;br /&gt;a student (to study, read, and be in relationship with professors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, fulfilling my responsibility in one calling may lead to a less than hoped for fulfilment of another one. I may decide to ignore the dishes and instead study. Its a good decision - but it neglects a calling. As I continue this journey I'll only be adding callings husband, father, professional, minister (of some sort???), colleague...the list could go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only resolution for me in this tension has been to think of my calling in an entirely different way. I'm becoming aware that I'm called to BE; not to DO. This means that I accept the call to follow. That mean to trust, be transformed, and be willing to "go". Its not about what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately...I've been thinking about my gifts. Mission Developing (or, starting new missions / ministries) seems to really fit the various chapters of my life that God has written into my story. However, it is possible that I will have to choose a path that I've never wanted (and I still don't). We had a candidadcy committee rep come talk to one of my theology classes. He said "don't do this unless you have to". Now is my time to resist, push and protest that path until I'm sure that there is no other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116512171777908996?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116512171777908996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116512171777908996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116512171777908996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116512171777908996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/discermentlately.html' title='Discerment...lately'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116464533272484988</id><published>2006-11-27T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T08:35:32.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Basix</title><content type='html'>I don’t know if you know this or not, but I am currently an advisor for a youth group at a local Lutheran church near my college. The youth group is made up of 70-90ish kids from 6th to 12th grade, plus a bunch of advisors (some former youth group members and some not). I decided not to be an advisor my freshmen year of college just because I wasn’t sure what the work load would be like, what college was all about, etc. So, after getting a handle on things, I was invited to be an advisor my sophomore year and jumped in. Before this year started, I struggled a lot with the decision to be an advisor again or not, simply because I was doubting the institution of the Lutheran church and struggled with my faith and my call to be a disciple and what the heck that meant. I decided to be an advisor, and it’s been one of my best decisions this year. It’s so renewing to go every week to hang out with kids and teach about Jesus. This year the theme is “Back to Basix”. We’re looking at the life of Jesus and what that means to us as his followers. This couldn’t have come at a better time in my life, and it’s awesome to talk about it with teenagers and hear their thoughts (since most of the disciples started out at their age anyway). I’ve found that there is a place for me in the institution of the church. Ever since I was a young teen, people have been telling me that I have some sort of gift with teenagers (a hard thing to be a part of in college life), so in a lot of ways, youth group has brought me home. And the relationships are incredible. I agree with Tim, it’s not about your church, it’s about people. Me being one of them. It’s easy to disagree with an institution, but much more difficult when you have relationships with people within them. What is an institution anyway without people?&lt;br /&gt;And after some conversations this past week, we are certainly not the only people thinking these thoughts and asking these questions…maybe something’s happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had an interesting conversation with a friend about the way Christian language shapes our lives. In particular, what does the word “calling” mean? I’m a huge supporter and user of the word, as it really has shaped the way I view myself and God. But, does “calling” exist outside of a community?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116464533272484988?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116464533272484988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116464533272484988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116464533272484988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116464533272484988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-to-basix.html' title='Back to Basix'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872927221164043678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116458828332745178</id><published>2006-11-26T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:46:28.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not about your church!</title><content type='html'>Penny,your reflection on being uncomfortable has spilled over into my reflections about rethinking church. Its time for me to make a break with some others in our Christian family. God has written things into my story that I must continue to write. Now that I'm aware of my calling to write this story I MUST STOP ADVOCATING WHAT I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT I'D BE ADVOCATING. I simply can not go on advocating for communities to pull away from the church. If I'm honest with myself, its not about my own comfortability. It would be comfortable to pull away from the Lutheran church and do whatever it is I feel "called" to do. BUT, its not about comfortability. We need to stop thinking that this conversation is about our churches. Let me say that again. ITS NOT ABOUT YOUR CHURCH. Its not about your church because when we say that we mean our institutions, our structures and our messy shortcomings. But here's the deal. Its about people. Its about people even when we're in communities who aren't caring for people. If I want the church to change, I must begin the change by BEING the change. That is my calling. That is OUR calling as followers of Jesus. We can not be the change outside of those places that need it the most. Jesus calls us to BE the change IN the places where the change is needed the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116458828332745178?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116458828332745178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116458828332745178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116458828332745178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116458828332745178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-about-your-church.html' title='Its not about your church!'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116457138429412306</id><published>2006-11-26T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:03:04.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith and Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As you may or may not know, I am a college student.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I attend a very nice, ELCA affiliated school, &lt;st2:sn st="on"&gt;St.&lt;/st2:Sn&gt; &lt;st2:middlename st="on"&gt;Olaf&lt;/st2:middlename&gt; &lt;st2:sn st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st2:Sn&gt;, in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Northfield&lt;/st1:City&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now here’s the tricky part, I’m a religion major.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I absolutely love my religion classes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m studying a lot of theology, but also looking taking classes about other world religions such as Judaism and Buddhism. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s the problem, St. Olaf is a very academic community.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, while my classes require me to study religion, and read great works of theology and even read my Bible, it is all from a very different mindset, an academic mindset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I read works by Richard Bultmann, Albert Schweitzer, Friedrich Schleiermacher, William Hegel, Immanuel Kant, and many others, my personal faith life is being attacked from all sides.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What am I possibly supposed to believe?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are people 10,000 times smarter than I’ll ever be, committing their lives to studying Christianity, reconstructing the historical Jesus, and redefining what it means to pray from a theological standpoint.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And here I am, reading all of this stuff struggling with what to make of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t disregard all that they are saying; the academic side of me won’t let me do that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, there comes a point where I just have to turn it all off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The Fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living.” (Hebrews 11:1 taken from The Message)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In looking over all the great men in the Bible, I realized something: Moses, Joshua, Abraham, the Disciples, Paul, John the Baptist, none of these guys ever thought their way to God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God came to them, and they faithfully responded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know much, but I do know that no matter how much I think and reason and research, I will never be able to grasp God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is infinite and so far beyond my comprehension.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through my life experiences God has been revealed to me again and again, God has come to me, and now I must respond with faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is my faith, not my brain (thanks be to God) that matters, it is my faith that gives my life meaning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Lord, thank you for the ways You are revealed to us, so that we might trust and believe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;AMEN&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116457138429412306?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116457138429412306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116457138429412306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116457138429412306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116457138429412306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/faith-and-reason.html' title='Faith and Reason'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900168074090494132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116413729505933936</id><published>2006-11-21T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:28:15.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing to be Uncomfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;"God comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This quote has been roaming around my head and rattling my heart for the past 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;When I went to Africa last year I was constantly uncomfortable with my surroundings, the heat, some cultural traditions, etc...but at the same time I was so comfortable with the lifestyle. A lifestyle that catered to love, fun, relaxation, and community. Infact, I promised not to let myself slide back into comfortability when I arrived home to the land of 'material'. I knew that I didn't want to come home and be the materialistic monster I once was, get busy with work and school, and forget about what was important to me -community.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I forget what it is like to be free. To live day to day, not knowing what I am doing at 2 o'clock in the afternoon the following day. I let my schedule consume my life and yet I miss the adventure of life by way of sporadicness. I miss sitting under a shaded tree for hours, drinking water, dancing, laughing and loving with my brothers and sisters. Now, it seems as though I have to schedule in that precious time.&lt;br /&gt;I know that my complaints can only be resolved through my own doings and efforts of minimizing my schedule, but it's a constant battle. Am I alone? I think not. I look around and see so many people longing for community. My own close friends say to me, "I wish we could hang out more often, but I need to study/I have to work/ (insert excuse here)". We are all falling into a trap of business and becoming distant from the gift-the beautiful gift of community we have around us&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I find myself becoming more and more uncomfortable with my comforts everyday. Longing to be uncomfortable with the lifestyle I am leading. Longing for God to build up a resistance in my heart towards the "norm" and pressures of the society around me...&lt;br /&gt;If being uncomfortable "materialistically" brings me joy, I take discomfort over comfort any day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;below is an email I sent out while I was in Africa and a few pictures just for fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;" Yesterday we arrived back in Lome in the evening, after a packed week of singing and sharing the Gospel in some villages. The first village we stopped in was called Yobo, and we were greeted by fellow Christians when we arrived, they were eagerly awaiting us and welcomed us with cold water and smiles! In all villages we have to greet the Chief before we can go out into the village to do anything, we must tell him what were doing and then he decides if it’s ok. The Chief of Yobo was very laid back and told us we could go around his village and then he showed us his field of pineapples! We had a great time evangelizing in Yobo and stayed with a very wonderful family. They cooked for us, gave us a place to stay and treated us as their own family; it was our first host home experience so far and a great first…It was sad to leave them but they have definitely left a mark on my heart. We left Yobo after a two nights stay for Keve, a small village about 2 hours away. We arrived safely and were brought to another home, were we would be staying! It’s been really exciting staying with families, because we have been staying in guest homes for most of our stay in Africa-so interaction with people is great. The family we stayed with consisted of two widows, their children and some orphans, probably some of the most loving people I have met ever. One of the daughters name was Noelline, she was about 10 years old, and it was like having my sister around, in a fun sort of way. I got to play some hand clapping games, do hair, dance with her and what not-by the end of our stay she and I had become pretty good friends. Did I mention that she was also the one who washed everyone on the team’s laundry by hand? A ten year old washed my laundry cleaner than ive been able to get it the whole time ive been over here….I’m finding God shows his lov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1195/3713/1600/XF2005-06_4367.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1195/3713/320/XF2005-06_4367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;e through little people in big ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1195/3713/1600/XF2005-06_4279.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1195/3713/320/XF2005-06_4279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116413729505933936?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116413729505933936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116413729505933936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116413729505933936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116413729505933936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/longing-to-be-uncomfortable.html' title='Longing to be Uncomfortable'/><author><name>Penny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116356910251406102</id><published>2006-11-14T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:38:22.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts on what's going on here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;            So I wrote a friend an email and this is what I told her about Clay People, I thought you might be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Now time for probably my biggest project in recent months. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Over the summer I went to National Youth Gathering in San Antonio. Because of my commitments to LYO etc. I was in Texas for just about a month.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I roomed with a friend of mine on the board, Tim Snyder.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got to talking and began voicing our own personal frustrations with the Church as a whole.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some questions we asked: Why are there so many people who are just Sunday morning Christians? Why isn't the church better preparing people to commit to &lt;i&gt;the lifestyle&lt;/i&gt; of Christianity?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is worship so restricted to a specific formula?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why does the Church put so much emphasis on numbers?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What if the Church looked different?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What if the Church got out of it's modern context and moved into a context that is more in tune with the culture today?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;This is just a hint of the conversations we had.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked every night until about 3 in the morning, just picking up the conversation where we left off.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, one night Courtney (you know her, she worked at camp, really great person) joined in the conversation, and soon the three of us were all voicing our displeasures and wonderings about the Church. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Eventually, we started to get tangible about things.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all felt that God was clearly calling us to something.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, through these conversations we formed Clay People Community.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's a group of individuals (currently Tim, Courtney, myself, and another friend Penny) that is committed to being a Christian Community, at the core we are about rethinking the Church.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It's all very exciting, we already have some financial partners that are not only giving us money, but they are also helping us as we discern what God is calling us too.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Currently, we are working towards setting up a House  Church upon our graduation from college.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would be a place where we would all live together, in intentional, holistic community.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ideal we would all find different jobs in very secular settings and then just live out the Gospel in those contexts, starting conversations and inviting people to join in our community.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We're hoping to be holding worship services for all who want to attend, and as well as doing things for the community, whether it be serving at local areas, or just cleaning up here and there, or helping with local church group stuff… whatever, as long as it's ministry.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Since that dream is still two years away we are all doing a lot of exploring and reflection about what a holistic Christian community should look like.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are also exploring different ways to do ministry together as a group from different parts of the country, we call it "trans-local ministry". &lt;span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; n8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116356910251406102?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116356910251406102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116356910251406102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116356910251406102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116356910251406102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-thoughts-on-whats-going-on-here.html' title='Some thoughts on what&apos;s going on here'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900168074090494132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116295608245931572</id><published>2006-11-07T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:21:22.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some thoughts on living in the Kingdom of God (Harnack would be proud, Schweitzer would be pissed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look outside from my college dorm room and I see a beautiful campus, huge trees, buildings made of limestone, gardens, and even beautiful people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is my college, St. Olaf, in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Northfield&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;MN&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s really an amazing place, and very often I don’t take the time to realize or appreciate it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, we don’t need a beautiful place or an incredible moment to remind us of how lucky we really are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I came across a quote in my studying of theology the other day that really speaks to this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“a man praying that this cup might pass from him, but submitting his will to God's, no matter what the consequences; that prayer answered not with legions of angels to rescue him but with lonely suffering on a cross, culminating in a cry of despair before the moment of death-- and then a resurrection of new life, new faith, new hope, new love, in a new community born after his death” – Gordon D. Kaufman &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus showed us what it means to live life perfectly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t want to go to the cross, he prayed fervently in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gethsemane&lt;/st1:place&gt; for “this cup to pass”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he knew God’s will was more important, he knew that his death on the cross was necessary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew that we would need forgiveness, reassurance, and love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew that his death and resurrection would change everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so when you look around and find yourself in a time of struggle, a time when the world around you doesn’t look that beautiful remember that you are living in the Kingdom of God, a kingdom that Jesus brought to us through his death, a kingdom of “new life, new faith, new hope, new love” and a “new community”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is certainly a great deal of comfort in seeing the world as the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;God&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, get out there and enjoy it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord, help me to appreciate your Kingdom today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116295608245931572?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116295608245931572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116295608245931572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116295608245931572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116295608245931572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/kingdom-thoughts.html' title='Kingdom Thoughts'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900168074090494132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116144290873365638</id><published>2006-10-21T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T08:01:48.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the essence</title><content type='html'>I like everything we are about is Love. The love we have for each other spills over to those around us. Because of this, we never really need to know clearly where we are going or what exactly we are supposed to be doing. Love fits into every crack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116144290873365638?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116144290873365638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116144290873365638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116144290873365638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116144290873365638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-is-essence.html' title='Love is the essence'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872927221164043678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116139110832601019</id><published>2006-10-20T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:38:28.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW Feature!</title><content type='html'>Now you can scroll all the way to the bottom of this page and view our latest video. We'll be posting videos from our gatherings, ministries - perhaps some random things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is from Intermission-TLU...the worshippers nailed their prayers to the cross. Listen in and hear the sound of nails being pounded against the backdrop of the beautiful strings instruments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116139110832601019?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116139110832601019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116139110832601019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116139110832601019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116139110832601019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-feature.html' title='NEW Feature!'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116123736350762869</id><published>2006-10-18T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:56:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom in Lovemaking...</title><content type='html'>From my friend Doug Pagitt at Soloman's Porch in Minneapolis and to my ClayPeople friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And yet in this freedom, this sense of moving adead without knowing exactly where God will move things, there is security as there is in the best kind of lovemaking: a time of finding new surprises in a comfortable place, of the deepest intimacy, of resting secure in the knowledge that our efforts will not be rejected" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116123736350762869?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116123736350762869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116123736350762869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116123736350762869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116123736350762869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/10/freedom-in-lovemaking.html' title='Freedom in Lovemaking...'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116119182764483197</id><published>2006-10-18T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:17:07.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Orelans gathering</title><content type='html'>We've all safely returned from our first gathering...The New Orleans gathering. The time was simply profound, spiritual, impacting and challenging. You'll be able to read more from us in the coming days as we post stories, insights, revelations and prayers of the journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to Marc and Dana, our wonderful spiritual mother and father, Anton and Sean - pastors at Hosanna Lutheran Church in Mandeville, Vicki Entzel - youth director at Hosanna, and all others we were priviledge to meet, dialogue with, and be a part of life together - even for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming months we will be sending out more from this gathering - including a newsletter. We'll be releasing to all our friends, families, and partners what we've taken away from this gathering. Included in this will be thoughts on where God is calling us. Please pray for us in this time of deep discernment and conversation in order to test out this calling God has prepared for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shalom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116119182764483197?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116119182764483197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116119182764483197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116119182764483197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116119182764483197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-orelans-gathering.html' title='The New Orelans gathering'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116119148379713771</id><published>2006-10-18T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:18:16.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apostles</title><content type='html'>I've been diving deep into two areas in my recent discernment: the narrative themes God has been writting in the chapters of my life and the spiritual gifts God has given me. I'm increasingly convinced that I am called to the function of apostle. In Eph. 4, we get a 5 function understanding of gifts for the disciples of Christ. The role of apostle is one of a pioneer, entrepreuer, visionary and trans-local ministry. This hits home for me as I reflect on growing up, always moving from place to place and from my more recent "homelessness". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me: "Tim, Where are you from?" or "So, where's home?". I don't have good answers to these questions. My childhood was in Texas, then Louisiana, then Mississippi (no laughs please...) and finally back to Louisiana - only to go to school in Texas. Meanwhile, growing up, family was in Ft. Worth, Pennsylvania, and Florida. Now, family is in Georgia (Andrew), Portland (Kevin), Washington, DC (Mom, Dad, Colin), Ft. Worth (Grandpa, Uncle/Aunt/Chad-cousin) and Ft. Lauderdale (other grandparents) and Pennsylvania (other Uncle Aunt/Cousin). On top of that I have mentors in Boulder, Mandeville, and friends scattered FAR beyond that. But I'm finding a profound joy as I am priviledged to connect people from all these places. All these places are my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around a noisy living room near New Orleans, I found myself with two mentors and their children (one adopted from China of course), a friend from high school, and two other friends - clay friends - from Pennsylvnia and Minnesota (but really New York). Gathered, we were the church, a hidden little gathering of conversation and faithful attempts at following Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is problematic though. My church has only boxed in ideas and roles of leadership -of which "the apostle" doesn't neatly fit. Where do I belong? How does all this fit in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116119148379713771?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116119148379713771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116119148379713771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116119148379713771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116119148379713771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/10/apostles.html' title='The Apostles'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-116009301292039032</id><published>2006-10-05T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:03:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In One Week...</title><content type='html'>We'll be together. So here are some my reflections on the Kingdom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite imagery - The Family. There's something about families. I'm in the midst of redefining my own "family" as I begin to include some of my closest friends as brothers and sister, and mentors as Mothers and Fathers. It hard to fight with family. Underneath it all there's a special connect an innate kind of love that makes dialogue, tension and resolution happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Parable: The mustard seed. I'll do some biblical storytelling on this cause I love it so much..."for the birds of heaven to make their nests". What kind of nest are we building under the branches of the kingdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Play-on-words: King-dom is an odd translation. Mainly this is odd because Jesus as "king" has some odd implications. Also it implies a male dominated "reign" and brings back into the story of God's people to a well, less than hoped for time period. The whole Kingdom thing wasn't exactly great for Israel. I like Assai-Diaz's "kin-dom". While probably a looser translation, it gives a relationship to the family of God concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, to me anyways, Matthew isn't talking about heaven or hell, he's not talking about a politcal reign or any other sorta power reference, or any other Platonic-influenced concept. So what do I think he's talking about...you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-116009301292039032?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116009301292039032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=116009301292039032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116009301292039032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/116009301292039032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-one-week.html' title='In One Week...'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115922108472413630</id><published>2006-09-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:51:24.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emergent|San Antonio</title><content type='html'>I just got back from an afternoon in th city (San Antonio) where at a suave coffeehouse that served up excellent Cuban panninis and the best fair trade coffee I've had, I sat down with six others from all aspects and walks of life. The reason: emergent|San Antonio - the cohort in the city facilitating the emerging church conversation. It was a great time and good conversation. Two of the conversants were over 60 - a graphic designer, a young couple, me and then a curious-but-hestitant-believer of sorts who has  yet to find a place (community or church of any kind) to call home. We told our stories (the short versions), shared some book suggestions, and had an "on ramp" to this larger conversation that is happening - literally - all over the world. So today's reflection is to think about this thing we are...ClayPeople...not as an isolated little speck on the pallette of God's artistic creation; but rather part of a Globally-spread, diverse,  and concerned movement of people who are passionate about rethinking this church thing. Not trying to be creepy in a honor-fiction-film kinda way but: We are not alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115922108472413630?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115922108472413630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115922108472413630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115922108472413630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115922108472413630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/emergentsan-antonio.html' title='emergent|San Antonio'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115894191965239206</id><published>2006-09-22T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:18:39.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on the Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Last night I met with my Outreach Team, and we were challenged to think about what service means to us and put that into words to share with the group. In order to get us thinking and reflecting, Becky (our supervisor and friend) gave us a paper with some quotes from Henri Nouwen's "In the Name of Jesus: Reflections on Christian Leadership", Shane Claiborne's "Irresistible Revolution", from the Word of God, and some reflective questions. Here are just a few thoughts from Henri Nouwen and my reading in Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The long painful history of the Church is the history of people ever and again tempted to choose power over love, control over the cross, being a leader over being led" (Nouwen, 59).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The vision of Jesus is not spread through organizational structures, but through touch, breath, shared life. It is spread through people who have discovered love" (Shane Claiborne).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stuck out to me as I read Matthew:&lt;br /&gt;"But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well" (6:33).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thus you will know them by their fruits" (7:20 - talking about bad/good trees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not everyone who says to me 'Lord, Lord' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father in heaven" (7:21- which is then followed by the example of the man who built his house on rock vs. the man who built his house on sand- one of my favorite passages of the entire Gospel).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115894191965239206?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115894191965239206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115894191965239206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115894191965239206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115894191965239206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/reflections-on-kingdom.html' title='Reflections on the Kingdom'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872927221164043678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115886862872462008</id><published>2006-09-21T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:57:08.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cross, My Scars</title><content type='html'>When I look back on the past 9 months, the imagery of carrying my cross has been profoundly transforming...here is some very personal imagery that is emerging from my core: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[From My Journay Titled: Torn Pages (ask me sometime)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following this path has cost me a love of my life...at one time she was my everything. I was hers and she was mine. But that's a page that's been torn from the story of my life. The page is not there anymore, my love is not here, but you can tell when you rip out a page...its still there in the binding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[in song lyrics]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of me&lt;br /&gt;Is more than I can see&lt;br /&gt;Even more than I can dream&lt;br /&gt;I will be her Adam and she will be my Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Best is yet to come, yet to come&lt;br /&gt;My Best is yet to come, she's yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me oh God up mountains &lt;br /&gt;I'd never imagine to climb&lt;br /&gt;And When I get up there &lt;br /&gt;To the peak with her&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we'll jump right off &lt;br /&gt;and into Your vast unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of me&lt;br /&gt;Is more than I can see&lt;br /&gt;Even more than I can dream&lt;br /&gt;I will be her Adam and she will be my Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Best is yet to come, yet to come&lt;br /&gt;My Best is yet to come, she's yet to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the cross is about dying. Its about scars. Its about the transforming power of ressurection - new life. I wouldn't hope for such a thing and I wouldn't have it any other way. But I would pray the same prayer Jesus did: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father, if there is any way for this cup to pass from me...if there is any other way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115886862872462008?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115886862872462008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115886862872462008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115886862872462008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115886862872462008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-cross-my-scars.html' title='My Cross, My Scars'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115876674641597073</id><published>2006-09-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T08:39:06.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bearing your cross?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.claypeople.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to bear your cross? What does it mean and look like to deny yourself in how you live?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115876674641597073?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115876674641597073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115876674641597073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115876674641597073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115876674641597073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/bearing-your-cross.html' title='Bearing your cross?'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872927221164043678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115876650802565244</id><published>2006-09-20T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T08:35:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Church</title><content type='html'>Tim, great thoughts about the hidden church. I think many Christians agree that service is important and Christ provides us with a model of service. However, we oftentimes serve only within our own walls...never engaging culture or facing the injustice of structures. A thought from Shane Claiborne...It was never supposed to be about bringing people to church, but about the church going out to the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115876650802565244?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115876650802565244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115876650802565244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115876650802565244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115876650802565244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/hidden-church_20.html' title='Hidden Church'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872927221164043678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115876606746318326</id><published>2006-09-20T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T08:27:47.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.claypeople.blogspot.com/"&gt;ClayPeople Community&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Nate! Dusk and Summer is gorgeous. Thanks for putting it into words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115876606746318326?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115876606746318326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115876606746318326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115876606746318326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115876606746318326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/gorgeous.html' title='Gorgeous'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872927221164043678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115809825429824055</id><published>2006-09-12T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:57:34.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Reflections: Grace and The Hidden Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;These reflections come from dialogues in my Contemporary Theology class...Thanks to Dr. Phil Ruge-Jones for the Halle Berry example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grace::Not a Matter of Acceptance&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could say that grace is like this...If I were on a beach and along comes Halle Berry. She's not wearing much. And she walks up to me and tells me "We are going to make out." This is something so wonderful that it wouldn't be a question of "did you accept" - OF COURSE I DID! Rather though you'd be asking me what it was like. I might even brag a bit and tell you. Something this good, the gift of salvation from God is not a matter acceptance. That's the wrong question. Acceptance isn't the same as active participation - like that of making out with Halle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hidden Church&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;From Forde's "Where God Meets Man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forde, relying much on Luther, draws a distinction between a hidden and revealed church. Something that is hidden is not obviously visible - however if you were to look in perhaps unexpected places...if you look in the right place, you can find it. Clues of where this "hidden" church may be can be found by looking for the marks it leaves. The church leaves its marks when it reveals itself is acts of liberation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true church is made up of those liberated by the good news. It is the communion of believers, the bearer of the proclamation of freedom and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this mean for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are seeking to be intentionally hidden. The revealed (or institutional) church serves its purpose - but the hidden church also has its purpose in its abiliy to leave its marks in places where a revealed church can not go. The Church should consider commissioning "secret" agents of change - missionaries or sorts to intentionally be the hidden church. To go undercover into our culture and to leave our "marks" of "caring for the poor and the sick, prayer, praise, and bearing one's cross". Perhaps our questions of being called to "The Church" are too simplistic. If we adopt this twofold vision of The Church, perhaps we can really start asking questions of discernment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115809825429824055?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115809825429824055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115809825429824055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115809825429824055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115809825429824055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-reflections-grace-and-hidden.html' title='Two Reflections: Grace and The Hidden Church'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115783770856001801</id><published>2006-09-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T14:42:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven We Have Problem: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7415/3414/1600/intermission.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7415/3414/200/intermission.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first entry with this title I prayed this quote by Minnah Cuntu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Christianity has been buried inside the walls of churches and secured with the shackles of dogmatism. Let it be liberated to come into the midst of us and teach us freedom, equality, and love.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I elaborated on this prayer in my journaling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried beneath the debris of foundationalism - from the walls which are falling down. The walls of our churches are thicker than those of Berlin and Israel and more militarized than our southern Border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7415/3414/1600/noname4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7415/3414/200/noname4.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secured with the shackles of dogmatism - locked with the key of political power and chained with links of riligous piety, self-righteousness, and desperate presevation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7415/3414/1600/7.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7415/3414/200/7.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be liberated from these places by people of clay - by this emerging generation. Lord let us be a generation of revolution...of movers and shakers...of Holy shit stirers and yet gracious lovers, tender caregivers, faithful servants, loving children - teaching freedom from stagnant places, equality with in The Body and love like we've never even imagined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures above where taken from INTERMISSION these past two weeks. I pray that in some way our ministry experiment with worship in these ways contributes to my prayers for The Church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115783770856001801?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115783770856001801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115783770856001801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115783770856001801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115783770856001801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/heaven-we-have-problem-part-2.html' title='Heaven We Have Problem: Part 2'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115734570824227483</id><published>2006-09-03T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:55:08.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Together...Online.</title><content type='html'>Nate, Your blog is great...thanks for sharing. This community indeed is something special, a special call from God to be taking risks and to be re-imagining church. As we prepare the next few weeks to meet for the first time as ClayPeople Community I'm amazed at how far we've gone in just this short amount of time. A missional, holistic community...Mission in that we seek to sent first and gathered second. Holistic in that we seek to live lives centered on our calling to follow Christ - its about a spirituality not separated from the rest our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fences and Wells...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranches here in Texas have fences. These fences are to distinguish what cattle are in and out of a particular herd. They are to establish boundaries of where they can go and where they can not. But in Australia, the ranches could not possibly construct fences because the land area is to vast. Instead, they build wells. In their borderless fields the herd wonders freely and the ranchers do not worry because they know they will return to the well for water - to quench their thirst and be replenished for another day out in the fields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this place, and this community, is a well and not a fench for us...for the church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115734570824227483?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115734570824227483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115734570824227483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115734570824227483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115734570824227483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-togetheronline.html' title='Finally Together...Online.'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115733860043625702</id><published>2006-09-03T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:56:40.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusk and Summer</title><content type='html'>As this summer draws to a close I am struck by how incredible God's work really is in my life.  This community that is forming/ has formed is something new and different and is exactly what I needed.  I've felt God's call for a while but never been able to figured out exactly what God was calling me to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so in the summer of '06 in a hotel room in downtown San Antonio conversations began about what the church should look like, what needs to be changed and where things should be going, and from this Clay People Community was formed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that the point of Clay People is very much related to a quote from Ghandi, "&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;need to be the change we want to see in the world"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   This Community was formed in order to try and be a faith community, a church, that is willing to be different and dangerous and fresh.  But not only that, we are called to serve, in our own personal spheres of influence, and (when the oppurtunity presents itself) together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this we formed in one summer, through late night conversations on balconies, through phone calls and emails.  And now the dusk of summer is upon us, but it's not the end, in fact, it's only the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115733860043625702?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115733860043625702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115733860043625702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115733860043625702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115733860043625702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/dusk-and-summer.html' title='Dusk and Summer'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900168074090494132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115725248494444927</id><published>2006-09-02T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T20:01:24.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look! I'm blogging.</title><content type='html'>this is cool! love you all.&lt;br /&gt;court&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115725248494444927?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115725248494444927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115725248494444927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115725248494444927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115725248494444927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-im-blogging.html' title='Look! I&apos;m blogging.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872927221164043678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115689117318182941</id><published>2006-08-29T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:43:33.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Credos</title><content type='html'>I've been rethinking Creeds lately. The thing that strikes me about creeds is that they have an ability to connect us to those who have come before. But its more than that really...well it used to be. See I've thinking that our ancient brothers and sisters in Christ believed that that their hearts were actually the center of their being. Unlike mondern understanding that the brain contains what makes us human (the ability to speak language, think complex thoughts, etc.), for the ancient Christian "belief" meant committing the heart to. A literal translation here makes me think merely of committing my heart and my love to that belief. But committing the central essense of our being to something is different (for me anyways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a creed could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I committ my heart - that which is my center...my every essence of my being to God the Father Almighty, creator of heaven and earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I committ my heart - that which is my center...my every essense of my being to Jesus Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I committ my heart - that which is my center...my every essence of my being to the church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a thought about "church" in this use. For myself I have to think about "church" as the followers of Christ and not simply a particular tradition or denomination. In this way I'm confessing to committ myself to the struggle, tension, messiness of being in relationship with people]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115689117318182941?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115689117318182941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115689117318182941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115689117318182941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115689117318182941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/08/credos.html' title='Credos'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115671631390142730</id><published>2006-08-27T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:05:13.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dust on My Feet</title><content type='html'>I just got home from a weekend leadership retreat with the LYO in my synod. The retreat was for youth, young adults and adults who serve on ministry teams. These ministry teams get training (at this retreat)and then a part of the youth gatherings. But while I participated with a team, I'm not sure thats why God called me to be there. Yet again, I'm curious if that wasn't an excuse to get me there so I could build relationships. - Here's some of my reflections from this past weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[From video with Rob Bell]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew's gospel, Jesus walks on water during a storm - the disciples are in a boat. Peter eventually walks out into the water and starts to walk on water. BUT, after a strong gust of wind he gets scared and he starts sinking. Jesus says: "You of little faith. Why did you doubt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this story many times...but Rob Bell points out that the Jewish culture understood something unique here. Jewish boys memorized the Torah - and if they were good enough would be chosen to learn more. Eventually they would approach a Rabbi and ask to be their disciple - because they admired that Rabbi and wanted to do the things of that Rabbi. This is a great parallel to the kind of Rabbi Jesus was. Instead he calls the disciples (who have been overlooked for disicpleship before - they already failed the test)SO this is important when Peter starts walking on water. HE IS DOING THE THINGS HIS RABBI IS DOING. Jesus called the disciples believing in them - that they could indeed do this very thing called discipleship. When he starts sinking, its not that he is doubting Jesus - Jesus is STILL walking on water right there in front of him. He doubts that he could really be like Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we walking on water and starting to doubt that indeed we are meant to do this calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on two walks with one my mentors. This mentor is not on my mentoring team whom I see often and they is a mutual covenant for mentorship in place. Anyways, the first walk we were with a friend - dreaming about the possibility of creating a permanent relationship between an El Paso border ministry and a Katrina effected congregation. The second walk was this morning. I told her about ClayPeople and where we are. She gave some great, challenging questions. This mentor really has gifts with organization. More than anything though I got my feet covered in dust. I couldn't help but think this was the kind of teaching that Jesus did. Long walks, dusty feet and hard questions. Until the whole walking on water thing...I wonder if walking on water means getting your feet covered in dust?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115671631390142730?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115671631390142730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115671631390142730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115671631390142730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115671631390142730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/08/dust-on-my-feet.html' title='The Dust on My Feet'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115550818331857030</id><published>2006-08-13T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T15:29:43.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Season for Me</title><content type='html'>So its Sunday evening and early next week I begin my journey to school. I'll be in New Orleans catching a few people before heading off to Ft. Worth, Texas to spend some just a couple of days with my grandparents. Finally a week from today I'll arrive back on campus. I'm anxious. I'm nervous. I'm ready. I'm excited. This is going to be a new season for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say its going to be a "new season" for me because not only do my surrounding look different (new relationships, new focues of energy, etc) but the season of my heart is also different. These days my heart yearns for very different things. I find myself yearning for more routine, more/deeper relationships on campus, for community, and even to be challenged in my faith journey. This is all quiet different from my old self. With the coming of a new season of course comes the close of the old. I do lift up my prayers of thanks to God for my past season - it brought me to where I am and blessed me richly. So here's goodbye to the old season which looked a bit like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This past season saw my life centered around various spining satellites around me: extra cirriculars, a music major, a serious girlfriend, an anorexic social life, and ministry with Intermission (me as "leader") and the Lutheran Youth Organization/ELCA. I had little time for people. I did not understand the sabbath. I invested a great deal of myself into things in various, scattered areas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my hope that this season will bring me to new places - up mountains I've never dreamed of climbing. Its my prayer that God would bless me with companions, community, to make the journey with. Its my hope that this is a season of streamlined and focused life and ministry. Its my prayer that God slow me down. Its my hope that this community will be a significant part of this new season. I pray for you all - that God would sustain you in your journies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115550818331857030?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115550818331857030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115550818331857030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115550818331857030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115550818331857030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-season-for-me.html' title='A New Season for Me'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115469606989890059</id><published>2006-08-04T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:40:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distinguishing Ideas on "Community"</title><content type='html'>I found these to be help in understanding "community" versus group, team, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Formation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communities are voluntarily connected in search of genuine and meaningful experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communities add qualitative relationships, meaning, and experiences, to the oranization, organism, or movements to which they are connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Membership&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communities have no bound membership and people tend to come and go based on their continuing interest in the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside Assistance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communities align with champions or advocates (partners, stakeholders) who come alongside them for the long-term relationship and journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recruitment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communities look for people of passion who want to have fun to bring exciting experiences to community participants and a spiritual strategic journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benefits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communities benefit ministries and congregations by providing more enthusiasim and meaningful relationships with in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Style of Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communities dialouge, engage in discernment activities and arrive at the best solutions for a particular opportunity or challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does this sound like the nature of our community?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115469606989890059?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115469606989890059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115469606989890059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115469606989890059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115469606989890059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/08/distinguishing-ideas-on-community_04.html' title='Distinguishing Ideas on &quot;Community&quot;'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115469527098038330</id><published>2006-08-04T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T05:41:20.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>Excerpts from "The Celtic Way of Prayer" (De Waal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The monastic life has always been that of continual conversation, moving on, the never-ending transformation of the old into the new...It is also surprising and risky, not necessarily following any clear-cut pattern of having some end and goal in view so that the purpose can be clearly established and then followed. [Lets take a look at] the Celtic understanding of &lt;strong&gt;peregrinatio,&lt;/strong&gt; a word and concept found no where else in Christendom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word itself is almost untranslatable, but its essence is caught in the ninth-century story of three Irishmen drifting over the sea from Ireland for seven days, in coracles with out oars, coming ashore in Cornwall and then being brought to the court of King Alfred. When he asked them where they had come from and where they were going they answered that they: "stole away because we wanted for the love of God to be on a pilgrimage, we cared not where."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that we to want for the love of God to be on a pilgrimage - may God granted us the will to care not where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from my journal: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(song lyrics from entertheworshipcircle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I was a baby you held me close&lt;br /&gt;When I was just a child you showed the way I should go&lt;br /&gt;When I'm old and grey you'll never leave me &lt;br /&gt;You're right by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna thank you&lt;br /&gt;If I can't get my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you saved me &lt;br /&gt;but I don't know, I don't know &lt;br /&gt;How far you had to reach&lt;br /&gt;I swim in your deep love&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know, I don't know &lt;br /&gt;How far or how deep&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're good, Lord&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know, I don't know &lt;br /&gt;why you're so good to me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with wonder, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115469527098038330?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115469527098038330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115469527098038330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115469527098038330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115469527098038330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/08/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115389515949572525</id><published>2006-07-25T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:25:59.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heaven, We Have a Problem"</title><content type='html'>For the next few days I'm committing to daily prayer and solitude for at least an hour. Today I stumbled upon this prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Christianity has been buried inside the walls of our churches and secured with the shackles of dogmatism. Let it be liberated to come into the midst of us and teach us freedom, equality, and love&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115389515949572525?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115389515949572525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115389515949572525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115389515949572525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115389515949572525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/07/heaven-we-have-problem.html' title='&quot;Heaven, We Have a Problem&quot;'/><author><name>Tim K. Snyder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iUm7HK5wdR0/SWKn7NF6k7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/V2eZQT3B6go/S220/tim_mug_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31507129.post-115371229352369838</id><published>2006-07-23T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:41:08.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Search to Belong"</title><content type='html'>[from Tim Snyder] After a long 3 weeks in San Antonio, Texas I find myself in Mandeville, LA - my hometown. Four months ago I had an epiphany of sorts in this place. Among church family, I found a sense of belonging I had not found...people were asking me what I had been up to (what a loaded question...they had no idea...) and were giving me hugs and inviting me over for BBQ. It was here in this place that I discovered a new vision of community. I suddenly was looking beyond screaching vocals from the praise band, talkative youth in the back row, and a new building I was unfamiliar - I had seen the love of their hearts and I was touched. This community I had found (Hosanna Lutheran Church - www.hosannalutheran.com) followed up with this love when they financially partnered with me in my missionary internship. They continue to love, support, and pray for me. But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning a lot about "community" lately. From that Easter epiphany to my time in Colorado and Minneapolis God has been speaking to me in profound ways. I've been reading this book, "The Search to Belong" and I've been blown away. THe book rethinks intimacy, community and small groups in some really radical ways. After only the first chapter I'm already looking at my own sense to belong in different ways. Here's a taste: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myers (the author) talks about public, social, private, and intimate belonging. I'm not sure I fully understand my own sense of belonging yet, but I am sure of this. ClayPeople Community - Nate, Courtney, and Penny give me this deep sense of belonging on what Myers would call the "intimate" level. Intimacy we these friends is an unusually deep, loving, and authentic feeling I'm just beginning to know. Just as I found a new sense of belonging in Mandeville with my church family, I am finding a new sense of belonging with this ClayPeople Community - my new ministry family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzzz, Buzzz - at 4:24pm today my cell phone's alarm went off as I was sitting in Starbucks with another close friend of mine from high school (one of those few you actually kept up with) and we stopped our conversation to pray. In that moment I felt an awesome connection to God, to my friends who I know also did the same today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly we are doing I have no idea...What our mission or purpose is could be described in vague ideas at best...but I can tell people about our intimacy, about who we are, and about our passion to rethink community, church, and ministry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I close with words which fall short of describing my heart's real feelings...but it's all I have so THANK-YOU Nate, Courtney, and Penny for your friendship and willingness to be on this wild journey. I can't wait to see what's going to happen.  I love you all very much and I in this community of ours I feel a deep, intimate sense of belonging. So lets journey, dialogue, dance, sing, and go. Now if we only knew where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a sense of belonging, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31507129-115371229352369838?l=claypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115371229352369838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31507129&amp;postID=115371229352369838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115371229352369838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31507129/posts/default/115371229352369838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claypeople.blogspot.com/2006/07/search-to-belong.html' title='&quot;The Search to Belong&quot;'/><author><name>Tim K. 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