08 September 2009

Five Reasons to Fall in Love: 2nd Edition....

...with Nebraska.  

Nope, not a joke.  

In case you missed last year's edition, you can read here about Maryland.

Nebraska is very much an overlooked state.  It is underrated. 

1.  Nebraska is a golden, farming state.  You may 
not consider this such spledor, but I tell you, "a
mber waves of grain" takes on a whole new meaning on a typical mid-July afternoon driving across the interstate.
*1. This is actually a shot of Chimney Rock in the background.






2.  Sunsets/Sky.  Some say they prefer the sunset across the ocean or spread between the mountains, but if you've never seen a mid-west prairie or desert sunset, you don't get a vote.  Yes, at first introduction, the wide open skies can be overwhelming for those of us who are familiar with the broken horizon.  After my first NE sunset, I was in love.  As you can see, rainbows become nearly tangible in Nebraska.






















3. With the prairie land comes prairie weather- tornado season and amazing thunderstorms.  for storm lovers like me,
 this is an ideal all-you-can-eat buffet.













4.  So, before everyone begins to believe that Nebraska really is just country mile after country mile of farm-land, I'll move on to patriotism.  "There's no place like Nebraska, good ol' Nebraska U!"  
Nebraska doesn't have a professional sports team, but the athletics of UNL are a great pride and joy.  
Nebraska football is a tradition.  Game days in Lincoln are phenomenal and offer an atmosphere like none other (Penn State offers competition in game day atmospheres).  NU isn't just football, though- Volleyball, women's soccer, basketball, bowling, wrestling, etc. are consistently ranked teams, offering Olympic and professional athletes season by season.   Credit for this photo goes to Maddie from one of my last Huskers' games as a student.



5.  This is by far the most subjective explanation I offer.  Rock Solid Youth Ministries.  LOVE YOU GUYS!  This is an incredible group from Christ's Place located in South Lincoln.  Christ's Place and Rock Solid are considered a home and family to me.  All of my RS pics are on my external HD, which is currently not with me, so check out the website and see how cool they/we really are.  


05 September 2009

An Attitude of Gratitude

Thank YOU, my precious ones, for not getting too annoyed with me this past.... year.  You, my faithful readers, friends, supporters, and family, have aided the wind beneath my wings.  It has been all too long since I've provided a decent update for you, so let me see if I can do justice to the neglect.

As the summer began, I posted a calendar of what was to come.  And, those events have all come and gone... among many other things.  The summer has FLOWN by and will soon be tucked under a blanket of fall colors and autumnal winds until next June.  

The events of this summer have brought great amounts of growth and stretching.  My faith has been tested from one day to the next.  How so?  In simple, daily living.  Last year, the faith was tested in great obvious ways- visa, housing, school, relationships.  This summer, my [faith] has been further established in the small details of who Cree is.  Peace has become something that I will to experience and exhibit, rather than anticipate appearing.  Love has become my hiding place.  

It's been a summer of gifts.  Since my birthday in May, it's just been one sweet, honoring gift after another.  Some examples include a new passion, restored vision, encouragement when least expected, financial blessings, new songs, ministry partners, and a new sense of easiness.  I got a good coffee date with Daddy Steve in the middle of June.  Hallelujah for that coffee date.  He and I talked through so many things going on around us and how to move forward.  It was refreshing to talk to an American dad face-to-face and get some sound fatherly input.  While I have great elders here, there are so many little cultural things that really make a big difference when seeking advice.  It was then that I was most at odds about whether or not to stay another year... and HOW to stay another year.  Steve is obviously partial to young people moving to Austria, but he provided such an objective perspective about all the details (staying or leaving).  Exactly three days later, I finally made my heart and mind decision to STAY, as a student.

It has been a summer of fun.  Once work and school ended for the year, I was able to breathe a little and jump fully into the ministry.  A team from America (PA) came over at the end of June/beginning of July to help with our summer camp and many to stay for 3 months.  I have to admit, when they first arrived, it was too much for me.  At that first camp meeting with everyone, I thought I would explode.  SO MUCH AMERICAN CULTURE AND AMERICAN ENGLISH IN ONE ROOM!  I feel I can say this without offending any of them (you)- I didn't want anything to do with them (you), at first.  I was FINALLY confident in being here and then they (you) come and screw it all up!  When I arrived at the Brauhaus, I was polite and reluctantly introduced myself, but it wasn't until the end of the night that I really decided I was genuinely happy to have them (you) there.  Sorry, to all of you!  Then, the fun really began.  These guys fall into the category of gifts and fun from this summer.  I realized how much I missed little things about the American culture and language.  Even more, though, this is a great group of solid people.  Friendships grew from within this group that I wasn't expecting- thanks for seeing past my stubbornness! 
Some fun events from the last month: lots of ice cream, Kirsch's visit, hiking in Eisenerz, swimming, a weekend in Wolfsberg, Smor-ba-que with house group and the J-team (practically the A-team, but cooler).  Now that the PA team has begun to leave, I'm sad to see them go.  My heart is thrilled to know many will come back for long term, but the others- I look forward to seeing you again eventually... even if it means a trip to Harrisburg the next time I'm State-bound!! 

It's been a summer of productivity.  I won't write too many details here, because it is boring.  But, many tasks have been completed for Blast, other ministries, and for me personally.  I am applying NOW for my visa extension.  It seems the little details are coming together and I will be able to submit my application the week of the 14th!!  I'll keep you posted.  This year here will be different from the last year and soon, I will be writing a more specific letter about what that entails.  A sneak peak- I won't be working regularly this year, as I did last year.  This will allow increased freedom in my schedule to do more of what I am actually here to do in ministry, but requires a greater faith and support in finances.  We'll talk about that at another time, though.

I've missed all of you and I've missed blogging.  In the next few weeks, routine will re-enter my life.  I am hoping, that at that time, to be able to blog more regularly and to even have dates with you again!

Wolfsberg gang- thank you for your commitment this summer and for seeing beyond my early moments of resentment!  Like I said when I was down there, it is SUCH an encouragement to have had you here, sharing and working toward a vision with you.  Even if you've felt your time here was limited or what you've come to do is "practically nothing", I assure you that you've had purpose and change has been set in motion because of your willing heart.  Thank you.  To you, especially who are not returning for a year commitment, I pray you're able to take something from Austria back to the States with you.  Your being here hasn't been only to serve, but also to be served.  May you experience that as truth.

Thank you everyone, again, for all of your support and encouragement this summer (this year)!  And, thank you for all your patience and understanding!  I value and love each of you!!

31 August 2009

Mahlzeit!

Today, I give you a smorgasbord of rhetoric.  Mahlzeit!

Nearly a month ago, I made promise of a [potential] reprise to my last blog post.  Sorry, Suzanna, that has yet to come... but let me see what I can conjure for you.

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The musings of my heart swell and overflow into the realm of Earthly reality.  Before I know it, I will soar.  I will fly.  It won't be just my imagination, but they will have to create a string to keep this kite from being swept beyond the horizon.  One day, they'll see that I was made for more.  They'll see that, all along, I spoke not only of the things to come, but of the things that are.  They will see the things of tomorrow were made manifest yesterday. No longer will I be a mere alien.  Sailing the deep blue sky, that's what they'll see me do.  Skipping across the clouds, from one nation to the next, I'll hurry my way into destiny.

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In a world of black and white, suddenly space has no relevance.  Time is a distant concept.  In a  world where red can be yellow and blue be green, peace satisfies the bleeding soul.  The ladder to this hidden treasure is itself not so far from grasp.  
A crying Father stretches to you.  He meets you further than His half-way.  All for the sake of reconciliation, he affirms that his love never fails.  His promises blanket you as a fog crawls across a mountainside.  Forsake not, his invitation.  He already knows you and he already chooses you as his favorite.  All that is required is that you bow down in adoration and affection.  Receive the crown and the key to the King's private chambers.

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Espamer tribute for the season:  Sorry, Jo!
She kept me company while I worked all morning... may she bless you as she's blessed me.  

06 August 2009

writer's block

What is writer's block, after all?  

Is it a mere fear that every hopeful author carries in a corner of his mind?  
Is it  a lack of thought and creativity?  
Perhaps it is yet another manifestation of the fear of man disguised as an oppressive state of the self.  
Or, . . . Is it the fate of a new direction trying to pass?


We all know that this hurdle is not just something in one's imagination.  Anyone who has attempted to write, paint, or enable any of the creative arts knows that this is a very real obstacle we all reach at one point or another.

Is it a mere fear that every hopeful author carries in a corner of his mind?



YHVH O'saynu, the LORD our maker (Ps 95,6) lives WITHIN us.
Elohim, creator (Gen 1,1; 17, 7) promised that His kingdom, everlasting, is in ME!  
What is my point with all the Hebrew references?  God is creative and not only is HIS creativity within me, but HE is within me.  Therefore, is it really practical to think that writer's block is one's inability to contrive and forge?  I don't think so.  

Is it a lack of thought and creativity?



"...I know, was spurred by the fear of men..." Jason Gray comments on his own writer's block seated prior to the making of his latest album release.  You can find his full article at The Rabbit Room.  I appreciate Mr. Gray's vulnerability on the topic.  We are all, of course, created to worship and the creative arts are all a facet of the expression of obedient worship we each carry in our hearts.  However, we don't always acknowledge the Trinity to be our only audience members.  More often than not, we consider the greater population (our churches, The Church, the World) our audience.  "What will they think?  Is it easy to read and understand?  Can they sing along?  Can they see what I see?  What if it is too dark?  What if the chords aren't so pleasing?  The melody and lyrics don't quite match.  The clay cracked.  The paint dripped."  We carry on about how "perfect" our creation must be to the eyes of man.  We lose track of the purpose of the creative arts.  We get wrapped into the realms of this dreaded paradigm called " the fear of man".

Perhaps it is yet another manifestation of the fear of man disguised as an oppressive state of the self.  checkmark. 16 black


A personal testimony:
In older blogs, I've written about my past as a writer.  I am a writer.  I always have been and I always will be.  I write short stories, poetry, lyrics, music, nonfiction, parables, and all the likes.  Until the last few years.  Some time during my years at UNL, I stopped writing.  Writing became such an effort that I associated with the classroom.  It wasn't a joy any longer.  It was what I had to do for all of my classes.  So, I stopped writing for pleasure, with intent for creative worship.  
You know what I am NOT good at?  Art.  Drawing and painting are two of my absolute weaknesses.  And you know what I've been longing to do the last couple of months?  Paint.  I don't know anything about painting.  Brush, paint, paper, canvas.. okay, I know four things about painting.  During our summer camp, I was attending a writing workshop and when it came time for our free-write... I had no words, but pictures and colors.  So, what did I do?  Paint.  *rolls eyes*  
My implication is not that every occurrence of no ink means we should try another manifestation of our creative gifts.  My suggestion is that perhaps there IS a change of direction.  Maybe not so drastic as becoming a painter instead of writer, but maybe if you mostly write one genre or style, it is time to write in a new way.  The Holy Spirit is bringing forth a season of something NEW.  It is a new life in which we live.  It could very well be that you don't have writer's block, it's just that the Holy Spirit is trying to take you into a new direction.  
Is it the fate of a new direction trying to pass?  checkmark. 16 black


Determining the source of writer's block doesn't speak of overcoming it.  

Resting.  Relaxing.  Acknowledging the presence of Yeshua.  Surrender.  Stillness.  Waiting.  Asking.  Worship in the contemporary form with music.  Reading the Word.  
These are my best solutions for defeating writer's block.