blog de Nicaragua

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.

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...

from Managua, Nicaragua.

paz,

Tim

A Season of Being Sent

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"...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Going Home

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.

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.

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.

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.

The dishes are still piled up and the garbage must go out. Its time for me to go home, only to be sent again.

Tim

Thanks for My Mentors

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.

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.

Greg Ronning, our rockin' campus pastor
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 Harleys" - good times


Peggy Contos Hahn
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.

Rozella White
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 nurturing to grow.

Jenna Davis
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.

Aaron Strumpel
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.

Marc and Dana Reed
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.

There are others too...I'll save them for another shout-out.

with love,

Tim

Us versus Them

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.

I think we may be missing the point. But the thing is, there is no "us".

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.

once upon a time there was a house in Minnesota that spewed forth love like no other.
and once upon a time I criticized myself for using the word "spewed" in a sentence.
how's this entry for intelligent and insightful?

Discerment...lately

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

My calling as...
a friend (to be availible, helpful, encouraging, fun, etc)
a roomate (to be responsible with keeping up my part of the apartment)
a son (to be in contact with the parent)
a brother (to be supportive, caring, etc to those I've shared life with growing up)
a student (to study, read, and be in relationship with professors)

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.

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.

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.

peace!

Back to Basix

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?
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.

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?

Its not about your church!

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.

- tim

Longing to be Uncomfortable

"God comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable."
This quote has been roaming around my head and rattling my heart for the past 3 weeks.

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.
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.
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
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...
If being uncomfortable "materialistically" brings me joy, I take discomfort over comfort any day.

below is an email I sent out while I was in Africa and a few pictures just for fun:

" 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 love through little people in big ways.