I'm taking responsability and posting. Even though I still feel the least qualified (being the most clueless). This doesn't let Josh off the hook. I'm giving ya'll something to read til he has time to write a post that makes me say"that's what i was trying". The curse of me: taking twice as long to say anything worthwhile.
Sitting here in the afterglow of NA. What do I write? Wonderful messages? Incredible worship? Funny stories? Talking like a smoker? 25th floor?4 days of very little real food, less sleep, rich teaching, good friends and falling down escalators has all blurred together. I still feel glowish inside. Full of the light of the Glory of God. I know that's so lame and sappy, but when I got home after a most interesting 17-hr bus ride Dad says: "I came home to see the glow of Christ on your face and I'm not dissapointed." Conviction. Why can't I live like that? So close to God that even when I can't stand up straight my face reflects the gospel. What a testimony to the world! Alas. Hopefully even when the glow wears off our faces we'll keep it burning in our souls. Finding gospel connections, thinking globally, living locally and killing fuzziness.
Dang. Haven't really even started yet and I'm over the word limit! How 'bout 1 post for every NA day? Seems like too much; but it's the only way I can think of to keep my posts in semi-managable bites. (I told ya'll not to make me do this) Then ya'll can skim them over and find a little something from each day. I may abandon ship if anybody writes a brilliant post that renders my words no longer needed. here goes.
Day One. In which we meet Pami & use a revolving door for 1st time.
Jess D, Rebekah and I get to the Galt at 11:30. We somehow avoid fighting over the shower after the all night bus ride and exclaim over our room.(look a fridge! & a wardrobe!)I meet Pam in the lobby. For the first time. Hugs, both of us talking, laughing...
After fulfilling our desperate need for Starbucks we explore Louisville. Wandering the city, getting to know eachother, taking pictures. This is the 1st escalator incident. Jess & I decide to go up the down. Finding it risky fun, we race. My foot got caught & I end up falling down several stairs, barely saving my face. literally. For dinner we go to the Spahgetti Factory with the Sczebels. Or not. It's packed beyond all reason. They drag me away from the fascinating chandeliers and off to Subway. A ghetto subway with no door. Finally the boys head for a meeting so us girls continue alone. Our street becomes increasingly ghetto so we go "home".
The main auditorium is decked out. Coloured lights & round screens that remind me of hanging trampolines.
Josh Harris spoke on Rediscovering Humble Orthodoxy. "What does it mean for us to be a generation approved by God?" ((handle the truth carefully, live it personally & represent it humbly)) Go download the messages. Hear them for yourself.
My family group is interesting. We're all pretty tired and don't make sense.
All take note: Jess is wise and goes to bed. Beks, Pam & I wander. When I do crash I'm starting to feel the 43hrs without sleep. ..
((being the first day there wasn't much interesting. the other ones won't be so boring i promise. i think. after all, we haven't met beks "him" yet. HAHA ;))