A Shameless Plug ...

Thinking about doin' a little Christmas shopping already?

Flatlanders is going to be doing some fundraising this year by selling coffee beans roasted in our very own kitchens. We're all helping out, following the lead of our resident roaster and coffee expert.

I wanted to let y'all know about our little micro enterprise well in advance... please email me at dvorak.kelly@gmail.com if you're interested in knowing more or placing an order...

One-pound bag of FLATLANDERS ROAST Guatemalan coffee beans

- $13-$15 -

(there will be a discount if you buy more than 5 bags!)

(I had my first cup this morning.. this is good coffee!)

family, community, home

Some flatlanders have been reading this book together called "Schools for Conversion: Marks of the New Monasticism." Its been delightful to read and share together. Last week, we read the chapter on Hospitality to the Stranger and found many parallels to transitional members we have in our community.
The chapter opens with a heartwarming story of a couple who struggle through a friendship with a mentally ill friend named John, who they finally end up inviting into their home, into their family. The journey begins when a stormy night finds them unable to abide his homelessness, his lack of safety and support.

"We were tormented. Surely we couldn't take him into our home, could we?

He smells bad.. but a shower would fix that. He's paranoid.. but who isn't sometimes?

He hoards things.. well, we have closet space to share. .. finally we realized the truth -

that John had become our friend, and that it would devastate us if anything

happened to him." (page 40)

The end of the story is so hope filled and inspiring... the three become a beautiful family, eventually sharing victories and life changes TOGETHER. Eventually, John's habits change, and his once destructive patterns diminish as a result of supportive, loving community. The circle is completed as John offers hospitality to others from a place of love and acceptance.

A couple of posts earlier this week highlighted the tension that is so apparent. What about the stories that are not quite so hope filled? What about when the 'family' is ready, willing, able .. and the 'John' wants desperately to embrace their offer yet ... can't? What about when the family is unraveling at expense of the offering, yet still knows that they would be devastated if anything happened to their loved one - so they keep offering and offering while 'John' runs away? What if they've sought him out, time and again, wanting to be like the shepherd who goes after the 'one lamb', but now the seeking has become all consuming?

What does it mean to truly offer dignity? How do we truly offer love and respect to all, even to the point of respecting the most destructive and unnecessary of choices? Another passage from a different chapter of this book comes to mind, where Shane Claiborne discussed Jesus' response to the Rich Man;

"I think it broke Jesus' heart to let the man walk away. The text says that

Jesus looked at the man and loved him as he walked away.

Jesus doesn't run after him and say, 'hey.. its a journey..

just give half.' He doesn't say, 'just start with 10%' ..

he simply lets the man choose ..." (page 33)

Granted this passage and claiborne's reference to it are not about offering radical hospitality, but still... what does it look like to respect the choices of those we love? And keep loving them? What if I was writing all this about my own child? would my internal process be different than it is because I'm writing about people who are not 'mine'? Should this be so?

I don't have answers to these questions.. only tension.

However, I do have this verse I've been meditating on and praying all week:

"... no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the human heart conceived, what God has prepared for those who love Him. - these things are revealed to us through the Spirit. For the Spirit searches everything, even the depths of God." (1 Corinthians)

those days...

I sit at the West K library, typing this post for the 2nd time, because my lovely computer has a mind of its own. And because its one of those days, blogger didn't autosave for the first time in history.

you know those days? ThOSE Days?! I've had two of them: yesterday and today! I'm supposed to be studying, but even though I finally have the opportunity, my ability to engage is less than nil. I've been more absorbed in the titles around me than what I need to accomplish.

For example: did you know there is a 'Thesaurus of Slang'? I need the humor, so forgive me, I stopped flipping through pages at the expletives section. Forgive me again, I laughed out loud. Quite entertaining... would you believe there is a FULL page of slang words for drunk? Here are a few:

illuminated, stewed to the gills, pissed to the ears, potty, muddled, six sheets to the wind, elevated, rumdum, full of Dutch courage, walking on rocky socks, ate the dog, blotto, put to bed with a shovel... and the list goes on and on... hehe!

I think i'd like to be walking on rocky socks right now.. I'd even just settle for that one tequila shooter I turned down a couple weeks ago at our jr. hi reunion... but the library folks in Winnipeg don't serve tequila on Thursdays, so I'll have to make do with the Americano I smuggled in.

okay.. I would like to redeem this post slightly. In that direction, I pulled the Encyclopedia of American Religious Creeds of the shelf. I do have several creeds to study for my Theology Doctrines class... But, come on! ... The creed for REASON is in there, as published in the constitution of the Gay Atheist League... okay, so that wasn't terribly redemptive....




The reason I elected to do a blog post right now is that I thought it might help me a) find the humor in the last couple of days and b) vent - so that I can focus.



So, indulge my self-centeredness here and let me tell you some of the events of the past 48 hours. I promise you'll laugh....

• My computer automatically shuts down at will. I am convinced that its from the games my kids play on it, but they laugh at me for suggesting that. So even in the blessed little time I manage to set aside for school work, whether or not I'll have anything to work from is a crapshoot. In the past 48 hours, I have spent about 4 hours trying to turn on my computer.


• My daughter was so absorbed in adolescent angst yesterday that she actually got out of the car in a parking lot and told me she was taking the bus home, that she was DONE with me. I sat there and wondered whose life I had mistakenly been inserted into.


• I'd love to tell you the whole story of my desire to have a workout today at the Y. But I can't stand the idea of typing it all out.. here are some of the elements that resulted in no workout despite trying to make a class at two different branches:

- since when does it cost $2 for an hour of parking in a downtown meter?! Have you ever wanted to go back to the people you constantly give change to and ask for a loonie BACK? I so wished I hadn't given away all my coins this week!
- I was directed to the aerobics studio inside the downtown Y by three different volunteer attendants, all of whom didn't speak a blessed word of English. By the 2nd time I came to one of them, she was angry at me for now knowing my way around. She actually grabbed my arm as I went into a hallway to explore and told me to follow the directions I'd already followed twice. I managed to suppress the urge to throw a tantrum, but I didn't ever find the aerobics class (at least not in time.) I am comforting myself by imagining the amount of calories burned in the act of resisting the compulsion to throw myself on the floor and cry.

• I wanted to find a coffee shop with wireless internet for the afternoon. I went in to this one place i remember frequenting in the past and it is now a catering service. Same name, same location, except you walk in and the seating area is barricaded off. Had to be today...
• One of my housemates decided that today was the day I should be informed of my flaws, at least as they rate on her measuring stick.
• Bren just called to let me know about a speeding ticket he got today. He tried to tell the nice officer that he was engaged in a year of volunteer service AND paying for his wife's education, and accumulating debt by the day.. but she gave him the ticket anyways.

There is actually MORE, but that is enough venting. I hope you're laughing. I think I'm ready to hit the books... if you actually want some advice about having THoSE days, check this out.

reflections

Here are some thoughts from the day; I hope they inspire you as they have me:

• caring for the marginalized is not a marginal theme in scripture; its central. Being close to the oppressed and the poor isn't a trend or a bandwagon or a hobby. You can't be close from a distance or through charity.
• truth is revealed in community, not be detached experts
• are you an activist or a worshipper? Are you a fixer or a lover?
• "I'll take your charity and your money.. but I wish for you to know my name."
• NT Wrights defn of repentance: "Giving up my agenda for Christ's agenda"
• Society is individualized, fractured. This is not shalom.

the phrase that scratched where i'd been itching:

• do you notice the brokeness, the messiness? Do you sense how illogical things are, how bizarre and countercultural? everywhere around you, in churches and on street corners? Do you feel that TENSION? (YES! I responded with head nodding emphatically) Well then, welcome to a life of following Christ. You better embrace that tension if you're going to pursue the things that matter to God over the long haul. You've gotta learn to live within that tension if you're not going to get burned out or bitter.

what love does

This weekend we're helping out and participating in a conference called What Love Does. There are a few guest staying at Flatlanders, so its been fun to get ready for their arrival. We've also gotten some of our spaces ready for workshops and shared meals. I'm fondly recalling days of event planning and realizing how much I enjoyed it!
It'll be a whirlwind of activity, but i think we're going to treat Monday as a rest day. (kinda like after YA weekend at Bethany!)
Here's some of the stuff I'm most looking forward to:

• Sacred Places - Throughout the weekend, we will be going to lots of out-of-the way places and visiting with people, having communion, sharing stories. I'll be bringing some folks to my friend Blackie's place twice. I stopped at Neechi foods today to buy some baked bannock for the occasion.
• worship led by amazing vineyard musicians, including once of WCV's founding pastors; David Ruis. one of the coolest things about where we live is that we hear the worship bands practice regularly. His was a new but familiar voice carrying up the stairs today :)
• learning more about the heart of this place we call home, more about the community around it, more of the early vision of those who have prayed and laid a firm foundation for the stuff we now engage in.
• Community BBQ on Sunday. Its always good to see who shows up when there's an open invitation.
• Youth Track. Our kids are registered along with 80 others who will be doing their own sessions, their own inner city learning. It'll be exciting to see what they learn!
• being with my husband! He almost went to a different event this weekend, so I'm particularly thankful that we'll be together.

how we could be all the time

I saw this video at nance and sean's a couple of weeks ago. It inspired me. I started writing this post with words articulating more thoughts and reflections about thinking 'collectively'.

But then, I decided that I can't do justice to the idea, nor can I even communicate whats in my own head ... so, better to let the video speak all by itself. (and you have to watch it in its entirety - 41/2 minutes - It's worth it! The message is in the crowd, not Oprah or the lyrics ...)

I like it. I'm inspired. I wish and pray for the world to move together, letting the rhythm and reason established by the Master Choreographer guide us ...

95, Thankfulness, Family

Thanksgiving is a great concept. Taking time to express thanks, to reflect, to realize all that we have is a wonderful exercise.

I hope all of you have made wonderful memories with those close to you.

We've had a lovely thanksgiving weekend. We had the privilege of picking up our niece from the airport on Thursday, and we met her fiance. They spent a night at Flatlanders, and the kids got to miss some school time while we had a bit of a leisurely breakfast with them the next day. We hosted lots of family and friends at Flatlanders on Friday and Saturday. We even had a time of creativity for the Flatlanders community.. some evidence of our efforts might follow once everything is hung and ready to be photographed.

We took a new friend named Ray to lunch today, and the kids were thrilled that he wanted KFC... a rare treat! His thanksgiving memories from childhood aren't great... but he was inspiring as he talked about the things he is thankful for in his humble day to day life.

Tonight, we celebrated thanksgiving and my Pepere's 95th birthday. This photo of him with Owen was taken this summer. Owen shares a name and almost a birthday with him. (they're 2 days and 81 years apart!)

85 people crowded in to a restaurant in St. James to wish him well and recall wonderful memories. He has lived a wonderful, simple life of love and commitment to family. A journal was passed around where we could all record stories and messages for him.

I wrote about remembering him as a vegetable farmer... I remember walking in the field closest to his house - the one where he and memere raised their 11 kids - checking the progress of the potato plants. I remember him picking baby potatoes out of the dirt and passing them to me... and I ate them. Just like that, dirt still on. Aren't those the best memories ... the ones that engage our senses?

Thankfulness. Family. Loved ones. Relationship. Memories. Goodness. Laughter. Friendships. Rhythm. There are so many glimpses of beauty in every day.