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A New Song

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Orange Opening Session

Rewind a few hours to our drive to Atlanta. We were welcomed to Georgia by the biggest rainbow I have ever seen. I knew at this point that God had something special in store.

DISCLAIMER:  The following paragraph may seem rushed and fragmented.  While it is important, it merely details the events leading up to the meat of this post.  The opening session of orange began with a man posing as a random conference attendee preaching about the importance of colliding rather than comparing. Then, Reggie and Lanny shared their usual banter. (If you are not familiar with their banter, don't worry...). Reggie then began to "plug" his book Parenting Beyond Your Capacity (which by the way, I will plug now for anyone who is a parent, works with parents, has a parent, or ever wants to be a parent.)  Reggie interviewed a stat man and his co-writer before introducing the first speaker of the evening, Mark Batterson.

Mark's thesis statement was this: "We must be careful not to begin doing ministry out of memory instead of imagination."  He used a biblical and practical example to prove his point.  First of all, the psalmist can be quoted nine times saying, "sing a new song."  Batterson also stated that if you sing a song 30 times, you will no longer think about the lyrics.  (He did not, however, give any scientific reference for this fact, to be clear.)  His rather obvious point was that the church must change to stay relevant.  There is no blueprint for church in the Bible because the world needs different kinds of churches.

Before the session even began, I was flipping through my nifty Orange Journal.  I was a little disappointed that this one was not hardback like the one last year, but I soon got over it and began to read the quotes at the bottom of each page.  John Ortberg writes in The ME I want to Be,

Because you have been created by God as a unique person, His plan to grow you will not look the same as His plan to grow anyone else.  What would grow and orchid would drown a cactus.  What would feed a mouse, would starve an elephant.

I was taken aback by these words before Mark Batterson had ever graced the stage.  Little did I know that he would affirm and reaffirm the fact that there is no prescription.  He challenged that we as churches cannot ask ourselves, "How do we get these people to become part of our congregation?," but that we should be asking, "How can we become a part of THEIR calling?"  Whoa!

I'll leave you with this final Batterson quote to chew on.  "We are educated way beyond the level of our obedience."  (Ouch...As I did, you may need to get some ice for that sting.)

P.S.  The quote from John Ortberg has acquired additional significance to me because I have recently witnessed the death of an orchid.




Thoughts on Leaving

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During our last day at sea, Chris and I challenged each other to a rousing game of miniature golf on the Upper Deck of our ship. Why they would put mini golf on a cruise ship is beyond me, but as I waited for my ball to stop rolling back and forth on hole 6, I had a moment to look behind the ship. As far back as I could see, there were tread marks in the water where the ship had been. Even after gazing for a bit, I still had more time until my ball was going to settle(...remember we are on a boat...in the ocean...playing a game of precision...) so I began to think about the implications of these water tracks.

From the ship, as far as we could see, our effects on the ocean were visible. Of course, near the boat the water was a mess of white foam and further away only thin lines could be made out disappearing into the horizon, but nonetheless, we could see exactly where we had been and what we had left behind. However, in Cozumel, where we had been just 24 hours before, they no longer saw any evidence of the ship (except in their wallets, but that is neither here nor there). They had waved us off and turned to look for the next ship in the very same motion.

By this point, I had been away from the church and ministry long enough to miss it very much, so my thoughts turned home to any applications I may make to real life. Do I judge my life's effects on the lines in the water? Do I even know how to measure the impact I am having? Are the children in my ministry waving me off on Sundays and Wednesdays and turning to look for the next ship? How do I know, if I am sailing away?

Ahhh, back to the game. Double bogey. Now I am only 18 over par after 6 holes of mini golf!

The Cruise

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We had an absolute blast on our vacation! This is basically a photo blog. See the captions for deets.

We began the week with a win at the Superdome. GEAUX SAINTS! Who dat?!

We spent the next morning in New Orleans seeing sights before boarding our ship. These are prayer candles in St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square.

We spent our first full day at sea and didn't take any pictures, but the next day we ported in Progresso, Yucatan in Mexico. This is an example of a hut that was actually a common domicile in the area until the government began to build housing 10 years ago.

Here is one of the many statues we ran across. Many of the men were depicted from only the waste down. It was considered an honor to be cut in half. In fact, the winning team in an athletic competition would have it's captain "honored" this way.



The city of Dzibichaltun was able to thrive because of its the freshwater well.

We got to swim in it.


See the entry?...That is where I changed into my swimsuit.






We came across a couple of dead tarantulas in the observatory.





The Mayans are well known for their study of astronomy. In fact, we still use the calendar developed by the Mayans. However, it suddenly stops in the year 2012. To the best of my recollection, the Mayans believed that a meteor would hit the Caribbean Ocean in September of 2012 and wipe out the entire world...I imagine their conceptual world was a bit smaller than ours.
Also, when children were born, the would wear a stint on the bridge of their noses to force their eyes permanently crossed. They thought that crossed eyes would help them to better focus on a single planet or star. The building above was used as their observatory.







We dined each evening at 8:15. We made friends with people who lived both near and far.

Jeremy and Megan Marie were from Maumelle, AR...Just north of Little Rock. They left their 3 year old girl with grandma.

Taumeka and (I forgot his name) were also from Maumelle!


Crystal and Dan were from Indiana, south of Indianapolis. Dan is a butcher...and he had some interesting stories...that would have been more appropriate away from the dinner table. He invited Chris to hunt his land this fall.


Our waiters liked to dance for us!

We spent our second port day in Cozumel!


This bird almost ate his ear, but he did tell us "hola!"

We stopped at Margaritaville...

and Senor Frogs.


The camera couldn't handle the humidity :-)

Home sweet ship!


I got a few shots as we sailed away.

Well, that was our trip in a nutshell. Check back soon for my observations on leaving.



The Best Valentine's Day Ever

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Well, my mom told me it had been too long since I had written. If I am going to be a true blogger, then I better blog. Since she is 50% of my audience, I now concede to her demands.

I have actually been meaning to write about this subject for quite some time...17 days to be exact. You see, I know that because the details of this blog occurred on Valentine's day, and simple math told me the rest. However, I was thrown off temporarily as I debated whether or not this was a leap year. (I keed.)

Anyway, if you have ever dreamed of the most romantic day/night out with the love of your life, it most likely did not include the Amazon jungle. Well, I am here to blow all of your dreams out of the water. Both of you reading this know that I am recently married, and this was the first Valentine's day I would spend with my new husband. Six months ago, I pictured carriage rides and candle light, but little did I know that my new adventure buddy would lead me elsewhere.

On February 12th, we boarded a plane for Bogota, Colombia. We spent six days in South America exploring the Amazon and working with orphaned children in Laticia, Colombia. During the excursion, we were able to visit Peru and Brazil as well. I could right a book if I wanted to share with you the events of the entire trip, but I am choosing the abridged version. I call it (as you may have seen above) The Best Valentine's Day of My Life.

I would hope that it would have been the best even if I had spent it in the states, being a newlywed and all, but we upped the ante a bit just for kicks. We started the day at La Aljaba, the orphanage, (Spanish for "The Quiver). We threw a huge birthday party for all of the chidlren who had been born in January or February. There were actually three members of our team who had been born in these months as well. There was cake, ice cream, singing, dancing...pretty much the best birthday party I have ever been to.



Of course, Chris had to share my love that day with Esteban and Roberto...


After the party, we headed to a lake (whose name I have forgotten), to kayak through the jungle.


Chris is not the biggest fan of having his picture taken...


We finished the day off at a pizzeria in Tabatinga, Brazil...


And that was all in just one day!

KJ