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A Meditation on Grace
In my heart there is a room that stores my inadmissibles.
Those bills. That debt. Her disappointment. The pressure in my throat and stomach as I push an unwelcome truth into my neck and shoulders.
Malignant. Entwined. Snaking past my subconscious and invading each system that seeks the intimacy of vulnerability. I shut myself down one reservation at a time - resolutely weaving isolation into a narrative I can endure.
In my net there is a tear that holds redemption in its weakness. I gaze through the hole and wonder at its openness. Fragility echoes through the negative space.
In my room there is a floor. Walls. Seams. Light sources and beams. My hands worship each crease and texture, marveling at the concepts I have arranged into such finite boundaries.
When heat is applied to matter, the molecules vibrate faster, and space between each atom increases. Mass remains the same, but the essential structure shifts in response to an external influence.
In my heart there is a room that trembles and quakes in awareness of its own existence. Nature’s lines are wholly organic, and linear insistences crumble into potential as an avalanche of forgiveness moves mountains.
In my awareness, there is acceptance. Integration. Wholeness and healing.
Grace brushes aside my insecurities and restores my soul.
Pause. Read. Ponder. Re-read. Receive. Be renewed.
Can you fear me now?
When Pam Chun approached me about prophetic art for the HIM 2016 conference, just after HIM15, I was surprised because I am not 1) an artist, nor 2) a prophet. What I am is a creative worship director of a small emergent faith community in Austin, TX that has been a beacon of healing for myself and many other recovering perfectionists. We are pastors and professors and prostitutes. Writers and workmen and widows. TED talkers and talented musicians who stop in when they’re off tour to lead worship, and homeless people who head in to pray and eat and refresh themselves on Sunday mornings. We are broken and battered and deeply, passionately, insanely loved by the Lord. We are not the prophetic type.
But it’s Pam, so of course I said yes.
I think of my art in the same way I think about my music: it’s something I know how to do and have always enjoyed, but it’s just not my field. Give me a blank word doc and I’ll paint you a picture with words that will surpass any oration I could possibly perform; give me a blank page and I’ll stare and struggle and obsess over every detail before finally giving up and locking it away in my portfolio, away from prying eyes. My writing is Isaiah’s lips, rich in oration and scope; my art is Adam and Eve’s nakedness, hidden under fig leaves in shame. But it wasn’t always that way.
A decade or so ago, a small emergent faith community in Lake Buena Vista, FL hired me as their resident artist, and for years my work adorned the sanctuary week after week. The vulnerability factor was still there, but it was a safe place for me to explore and learn and lead – and I determined that if I could offer my art to the Lord ten years ago, I could find something to give at HIM this year. But what I didn’t anticipate is what God wanted to give me.
I saw – and created – works of art this weekend that I cannot rationalize into normality. My feet led me without my direction; my eyes were drawn to areas that held immediate answers to prayer. I heard God’s voice in a way that is not metaphorical, and it literally brought me to my knees.
There may not be enough moments in a lifetime to unpack what I experienced this weekend, but here is what I know: God is real. God has spoken. God is sovereign. Prophecy – the knowledge and sharing of God’s truth – is a scary word. But it is real.
Don’t get me wrong – it’s also scary. But more terrifying than the word is the immediate presence of God in the midst of it.
I never really resonated with the “fear of God” aspect of faith. I know it’s an important facet for some, but my God is kind and comforting and lifts fears gingerly from broken, bloody hands. My God is grace-filled and love-driven and, above all, a healer.
Have you ever had a broken bone that healed incorrectly and had to be reset? An infected wound that had to be re-opened and cleaned out before a new Band-Aid went on? An antibiotic that made you feel so much worse for a day or two while your body figured out what to do with the new element?
The last time my daughter skinned her knees, it took an hour to get her cleaned up. Each step was so hard, as we rinsed first with water to get a sense of the wounds, then hydrogen peroxide to bubble out the sediment lodged in her legs, then rubbing alcohol to sterilize any lingering germs or bacteria. She was absolutely inconsolable in anticipation of the pain that was to come with every step – but the worst had already happened when she fell. Every subsequent step was just one step closer to healing.
Hearing God speak was like having every emotional wound in me re-opened and cleaned out all at once. Each broken bone reset. An antibiotic unleashing its wrath on the infection that would consume me were it not for the life-saving drugs coursing through my system. And I fell to my knees in fear. And unworthiness. And gratefulness. And love. Overwhelmed by the presence of a healer who could speak such great things into being – and the knowledge that this Healer is not only accessible, but constantly with me.
I fear God. I love God. And I think those might be the same thing.
Oh my heart.
↖️ blogger will not be seeing 50 Shades of Gray
Fifty Shades of Abuse
Purple ribbon: domestic violence awareness
So since we can’t expect any support from Tumblr (they are recommending post of the movie), I made my own anti 50SoG logo. I used the purple ribbon because it stands for domestic violence awareness.
Not sure how dehumanizing men and women or advocating abuse can be called entertainment.
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O_O I can feel the sugar rush from here!
Nicely Said: Writing for the Web with Style and Purpose
Sometimes I blurb a book…
Writing is a skill that will hugely benefit anyone’s career, and luckily, it’s a skill that anyone can learn. Nicely Said is a wonderful guide to writing clearly and concisely for the audience you’re trying to reach. Whether you’re a professional or just getting started, you’ll find a ton to steal from here.
…but I forget to blog about it! Some of my favorite parts, below.
“Everything you publish should serve a purpose.”
Consider how different this is than writing fiction:
As you work on a piece ask yourself: How does it support your goals? How does it align with your mission? Does it teach people something new?
When researching, get people to tell you their stories.
To get better answers, ask better questions:
Don’t ask “Would you search for ‘meaningful gift’ on Google?” Make it more neutral, like: “How would you define a keepsake?” or “When was the last time you gave someone a meaningful gift?”
Use Mad Libs.
Fenton and Lee suggest Mad Libs for writing a mission statement:
We make (plural noun) for (audience noun). We help (audience noun) (verb) (adverb). We want to (verb) (noun) to (verb) so they can (verb) (adverb).
And a bio:
I’m a [ ]. We’re a [ ] company. That means we [ ]. We help people [ ]. My day-to-day looks like [ ].
“Don’t get to the point; start with it.”
Enough said.
Edit writing live in your internet browser.
This is a trick I used a million times as an interactive copywriter:
Open the page in your browser. Right-click the text you want o edit. Choose Inspect Element in the pop-up menu. The text should be highlighted in the source code. Replace it with something new. Press the Return key to see what the page would look like with the new text. If you want to show a few variations before making the changes, take a screenshot of each one.
Learn the difference between voice and tone.
Your voice is your company’s public personality. It doesn’t change much from day to day. Like you own individual personality, it comes through in all of your content and influences how people perceive you. On the other hand, your tone changes to fit the situation. While your voice if more about you, your tone is about your readers and how they feel. Together, your voice and tone make up your writing style.
“Read your work aloud.”
Learn to love talking to yourself, because reading your work out loud will transform your writing. When you’re not sure if you’re striking the right tone, read your content aloud to see how it sounds. Peter Elbow, professor emeritus of English at the University of Massachussetts at Amherst, calls this “speaking onto the page.”
I also recommend reading aloud through a good microphone and a set of headphones — I find hearing my voice amplified estranges things and helps me hear the words.
Be a good date.
That’s how Vonnegut put it. Here’s how Lee and Fenton put it:
Put yourself in the reader’s shoes. When you sit down to write, think about the people on the other side of the screen. Who are they? What do they need to hear from you? Before you publish anything, [ask these questions]: Is it useful? Is it true?
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BTW, do follow Kate and Nicole. They’re smart ladies.
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Writing guidelines and tips to remember. Wish list item!
Glad to be home...almost
Glad to be home…almost
I arrived home in the USA earlier this afternoon, breezed through customs (worst picture in the world taken at customs kiosk, which hopefully will never go viral), had a chicken Caesar salad and iced tea, and then found out my flight to Orlando is delayed.
In and around those events, I’ve been able to talk with my husband and daughters, washed my face, and changed clothes. Spending over 24 hours…
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Aloha, Uganda!
Leaving on a jet plane in just a few hours; this is most likely my last post this year from Uganda.
We traveled from Kampala to Mubende and back today, a 3 hour journey each way. Rich and Stone spoke to the men, while I spoke to the women. Grateful that God used every single day we were here. Hopefully we planted seeds for Lead Like Jesus to take root in Mubende, expanding the work we’ve done…
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Shock, anger, and grief
Shock, anger, and grief
Some experiences stir emotions and memories we had long forgotten. Such was the case for me today.
The morning began with breakfast at Cafe Javas in Kampala, after which we drove to our facilitator training. Rich and I worked with a group of participants from our first encounter, introducing them to Lead Like Jesus’ facilitation model and development track for them as facilitators.
We left just…
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Vision, values, and video
Vision, values, and video
Today was our long-awaited session with the core group of Living Stone Leadership and Family Center.
Last week we had formulated a mission statement:
To bring healing, strength, and transformation to nations by training and empowering Christ-like servant leaders and developing healthy families and relationships
Rich facilitated an energizing exercise to help the group come up with their core…
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Campfire songs, kerosene lamps, and wifi
Campfire songs, kerosene lamps, and wifi
We returned to the guesthouse to find that the power was out. The lobby was lit by a kerosene lamp, around which we all gathered with our iPads, ttablets, and computers, faces glowing from our computer screens as we logged onto our wifi hotspot. As we checked email, Facebook, YouTube, and messages, we sang campfire songs and gospel songs. The paradoxes of Uganda and a fitting end to a day of…
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Connectivity
Our last few days have been filled with Lead Like Jesus teaching and training, evidences of God’s Spirit moving in and among His people, worshiping, visiting with Tabitha’s brother’s family, and some fun experiences of visiting Mr. Tasty Fried Chicken, a supermarket, an upscale mall and French Cafesserie, and a traditional Chinese dinner at Fang Fang.
We have had extremely limited internet…
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A New Day, A New Encounter
A New Day, A New Encounter
We will be facilitating a Lead Like Jesus encounter today for a group of leaders in the Male to Manhood movement.
Please pray for us to humbly serve in the wisdom, strength, and humility that The Lord gives.
So many Ugandans have a heart and vision to restore families. The population is 78% youth who need trained to new men and women, husbands and wives, mothers, and fathers.
Yesterday we walked…
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Breakfast in Kampala
Internet access at last, at least for a short time, and as you can imagine, much has happened since I arrived. My thanks to my daughter Sabrina, who has been and will continue to post for me.
Beautiful African sunrises, reconnecting with Ugandan colleagues and friends, meeting new people with whom we will be working for the next 10 days.
After yesterday’s morning session, a torrential downpour…
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Observations from Uganda
Being unplugged from electronic devices frees up time to live.
Co-facilitating is a blessing, although both Rich and I are still exhausted at the end of the day.
Cafe Javas is a wonderful place to start the day.
African sunrises are worth getting up before dawn.
The principles from Lead Like Jesus transcend cultures.
Kampala traffic rivals that of Paris.
Kampala fruit markets rival those of…
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