Archive for September, 2005

The Bridge Communities

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So I’m chilling out enjoying my temporary imago dei tattoo enough that I’m actually entertaining the thoughts of getting one and I decide as all good post-moderns do… to google it! So I search google images for imago dei tattoo and came across (this guy’s) site. He goes to a church in Ventura called The Bridge Communities and has posted on his site a bunch of pictures of some of their gatherings, a few of which were some tattoo parties. Who knew there was such a thing?

So I start looking around and I finally get to the site for the Bridge here. Love it! If I’m ever in Ventura I’m definitely going to visit. They take artistic expression seriously, very iconic. I love their church statement about touchable Jesus… a far cry from the dry two sentance theologicaly bland statements we usually throw around.

the Imago Dei

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Last night I tried something very different for our teens. I’m starting them through a Tarentino-esqe chronology of the narrative of scripture. We’re starting in Genesis, skipping to Revelation, then back to the middle of the story and finally to “Chapter 29″ (ie: Acts 29… ie: us, today). More and more I’m learning that I need (and WANT) to be creative in preparing lessons for the teens. As I’ve been thinking and praying and brainstorming about how to present these stories in engaging and creative ways I’ve come across some good guides like Doug Pagitt, Tony Jones and most recently Mark Miller. So last night was the first night of starting out this narrative. We began with Genesis.

I asked the students to remove their shoes, grab a paper towel, and prepare for half-an-hour more of silence and meditation. As they entered our youth room they noticed that the windows had been blacked out with trashbags. Then as they sat in a semi-circle I poured cold water on their feet. Lights out. Absolute darkness. Chaotic music began playing (I mixed four songs together: 18 - In Reverent Fear; Setting Sun - Chemical Brothers; Distance is Darkness - As I Lay Dying; Twenty-Three - Project 86). We sat there in the dark, feet wet, with this insane music blasting. In the begining there was a formless void of water, chaos, darkness. The music changes, it’s peaceful, a man is calling out (A Dream Within a Dream - Dreadzone). God speaks into the darkness, “Let there be light.” I light a candle in the middle of our room, right next to a cross that throws an awesome shadow on our wall. More time for meditation on God’s first action in our world. Creating light. Chaos is no more. The music shifts yet again, this time a little more lively (God Moving Over the Face of the Waters - Moby). The accounts of creation, day one through five are read. When God separates the waters from the land we all dry our feet off with our paper towel. Time is given inbetween each day for meditation. As we come to day six when God creates humanity the music shifts again (Resurrection - John Debney) this time it is much more dramatic. After reading the account of God creating humanity in God’s own image, I speak for a little time about the gift of the imago dei, the responsibility of the imago dei and how it redefines our identitiy as well as everyone else’s. I call each student by name and ask them to come and light a candle as a symbol of God creating them in God’s own image. When we finish we light a candle for someone who despises us or whom we despise as a symbol that they too were created in the image of God. I passed around a (non-toxic, water-based… I know which battles to choose folks) marker and ask them to tattoo the words imago dei on each other. It is significant that they be given this mark and not do it themselves because the imago dei is a gift. It is significant that they give it to someone else because we need to be reminded that our brothers and sisters are created in the imago dei.

It was different, but was certianly more powerful and interactive than a lecture… and SO much more fun to plan. Now the hard part is how to continue to be hands-on and physical in helping to embody these stories as I continue to teach… should be fun.

Flags Tell the Story

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Okay, so this is something that’s bugged me for a long time. I took this picture at my church’s INTERNATIONAL headquarters. Why do Christian churches, and institutions insist on flying the Christian flag below the US flag? It’s as if we readily accept our role as chaplain to the state, an unquestioning support system to a pagan nation. We as the church are all to happy to be the “yes man” for America. If we were in prison, I’d use another term for the role the church has resigned itself to. If we’re really an outpost for the Kingdom of God on earth, why fly other flags at all? What’s wrong with just flying the Christian flag? This is just as offensive to me as flying the Christian flag under the North Korean flag, as if the Church was not unlike a county, province or territory under the authority of the larger more important state. Arrrrrrgh, I hate the civil religion!

Visiting Kala

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Modules at Seminary are half-way through, and the studying goes on, but this Saturday some New Mexican friends of mine from the Kansas City area drove up to Omaha to visit a dear friend of ours, Kala, who is back in the states for a few days before she returns to Syria where she has been a fullbright scholar this past year.
We met up around noon, where her mom and sister treated us all to P.F. Changs (if you’re reading this, thanks again!). Then we decided to explore Omaha and find something to do with our time with Kala. We ended up at a lake outside Omaha where we almost went sailboating but apparently they don’t just let ammatures just “figgure it out,” also Geoff didn’t want to sweat. After driving around a bit we found an indoor “family fun center” type place where we played a round of mini-golf (yours truly scored the highest). Then we just hung out at the local Barnes & Noble and saw a slideshow of pictures from Syria that Kala had brought with her. After spending several hours at the Red Robin we finally wished her well and returned home to KC. Have a great year in Syria Kala!

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