Oh No...Not Yet
by Scott Dalen
I think they are still a touch on the big side...wouldn't you?
I guess it must be hard work to try and pull those big clothes on...It must be time for a rest.
I think they are still a touch on the big side...wouldn't you?
I guess it must be hard work to try and pull those big clothes on...It must be time for a rest.
Just a year ago twenty four friends of Emergent Village gathered together in Washington, DC to dream about the future of that network. Many of you know we worked hard all summer and in September we announced a new vision for Emergent Village. Throughout the fall I played the roll of leading the communications team at the Village but I took a break from that in December so that I could better focus on my own life transitions and spent six weeks in Texas, London/UK and Israel/Palestine. I took that break with a commitment to come back once the spring semester was in full swing and get involved again.
And so along with all my other life transitions (new degree program, new job, etc.) I'm excited to be hosting the Emergent Village Podcast beginning this spring. I began producing the first season this weekend (but ran into some serious problems in Garageband...) which will be full coverage of the 2009 Emergent Theological Conversation with Jürgen Moltmann. There will be ten episodes between now and mid-June so make sure you've subscribed to the podcast and get ready enjoy what's been one of the most important podcasts in the emerging church conversation. Hopefully I won't ruin it. PS: Ssshh. Word on the street is that Emergent Village is almost ready to announce the 2010 Emergent Theological Conversation...This upcoming Saturday, April 17 at 7:30pm, a bunch of us will be gathering at the house of Laura Aase (2425 Como Ave, St. Paul, MN 55108) for a living room concert with Aaron Strumpel who I've written about here quite a bit. Also joining us for the evening and opening the show will be Heatherlyn, another dear friend and an emerging artist that you'll want to keep your eyes and hears on.
If you've never been to a house concert...you should come for that experience.By the time a Luther Seminary MDiv Senior reaches graduation, she will have had the opportunity to hear close to 700 sermons in chapel. 700 sermons, and a chance to speak a word of her own. So, it better be good. But what was worth talking about today that took priority over all others? The Spirit. Ever since internship, my view and recognition of the presence in the Holy Spirit in my life has dramatically changed. All it took was a vision/a scene that in a moment of prayer came into my vision (while my eyes were closed). The vision came immediately after I thought to myself, "the Spirit doesn't have anything to say to me." It was such a profound experience, the text from John 20 about the Spirit breathing on the disciples provided a great example for my sermon.
I'm not going to lie: preaching in chapel had me feeling sick to my stomach all morning, and had me up about every 15 minutes throughout the night. Fun fun, huh? But, it proved to be a very Spirit filled experience for me as I watched people in the room walk forward and tie leaves to a tree. Leaves filled with words spoken to them by the Spirit. Seeing them blow around, thanks to a fan, made me see how the Spirit speaks uniquely to us at the same time. Different messages, prayers, challenges, affirmations, pictures, and ideas. See for yourself the difference 20 minutes of chapel made in the life of this tree.
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AFTER
A couple of weeks ago I was offered a part-time position as Outreach Leader (kind of a "flat" sounding title, I suppose) at Hope Lutheran Church here in St. Paul, Minnesota.
It is a fairly small congregation where about a hundred or so gather for weekly traditional worship. It is a church that was born out of the growth of many neighborhood churches planted as the Baby Boomers returned home. Nestled in just blocks from White Bear Ave, the church has in recent years found itself in a neighborhood who's demographics are quickly changing. A growing Hispanic and Hmong population have made a significant mark on the surrounding neighborhoods. The membership reflects many mainline protestant congregations where the average age is approaching the 60's. But what excites me about starting this week at Hope is that despite the reality of their situation...despite the lack of substantial growth, the loss of connections to their shifting neighborhood, the temptation to feel as if their best days have long past, and the almost complete lack of young families, youth or young adults this congregation has dared to dream about reaching out to the surrounding community and sharing what they've known to give them hope — the love of God found in Jesus. It's kind of a surprising twist actually. Most Lutheran congregations don't have professional lay ministers serving in the area of outreach, evangelism, discipleship, etc. And that is exactly what I will be commissioned to do. Both the pastor and the members I have met, so far anyways, have a deep passion for seeing the congregation be transformed into a congregation that both knows it's neighborhood and that it is known in return. So, over the next several months I'll be spending lots of time listening, meeting with members one-on-one, leading/participating in some bible studies and some adult forums. I'll be creating an Outreach Team and taking the lead on a Mission Renewal process that is in partnership with the St. Paul Area Synod. It is a bold move for a small congregation, but it I am convinced that God has brought me to this special place to be transformed. I pray we'll both be transformed in our ministry together.I got to go home this last weekend for Easter and spent some quality time with my nieces while there. My two year old niece is really starting to talk a lot and says some really hilarious stuff. Here she is correcting me on the correct way to say "apple sauce." Enjoy the cuteness.
Hiphop has always been my drug of choice, especially the forms of hiphop that are clean. Ever heard of holy hiphop? As a PK, I grew up singing in the choir, etc. But it was my delinquent experiments with hiphop and rap that left many exciting memories on my mind. Some years ago, broken and hard-pressed between a rock and a hard place, I penned a rap song, “After the Rain, the Sun Came Out.” This song could actually change my career path forever. I gave it to a friend, and he is now a hiphop superstar in Malawi—because of that song.
Recently, I have found myself playing the hook over and over again; after the rain, the sun came out. I don’t have that much time for hiphop anymore, I don’t even know who is doing hiphop right now, but once again, hearing my own words speak back to me from that song has been very encouraging. Indeed, it is spring now, we cant help but celebrate the re-awakening of many new things, after a long winter slow-down. Certainly, the sun is coming out. I hear the birds singing, and see the kids running up and down. If I were to write that song again, in the context of Minnesota, may be I would say “after the winter, the sun comes out.”
I spoke to my mother yesterday. It was a rather out-of-the-ordinary Easter conversation. You see, my immediate family is trilingual, and we mix the three languages without any conscious effort. A typical sentence will have two languages in it, generally. Only when one wants to make a specific emphasis would they choose a specific word from a specific language. She did that yesterday when she brought it to my attention that there will be a famine in my home area this year.
It is harvesting time, and the rains have not been good this year. So, it is quite evident that people will starve. Worse, this will inevitably cause a lot more HIV/AIDS related deaths. And she asked me to request all my friends “in America” to pray for the food situation in Malawi. I am not sure how widespread the hunger will be, but at least, we know there will be a great need. So, on her behalf, this is my request to you all, remember the food situation in Malawi when you pray.
Nevertheless, she said that in the face of such a difficult situation, Easter has been once again a season of excitement and new beginnings. While the usual Easter night vigils were well attended, most of the people were worried about how they will make it with the little maize they have this year. But, in my mother's words, they encouraged one another believing that death is a necessary prerequisite for resurrection. Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
Early morning on Easter Sunday I headed out to Messiah United Methodist Church where I was playing trombone with the brass ensemble that accompanied a large choir, hand bell choir, organ AND piano, liturgical dancers, three preachers in white Geneva robes, qued sounds effects, DVD introductions and several hundred lovely people dressed in their Easter best. It was quite the production.
Then I got to House of Mercy a little earlier than usual to help out with preparations. When I got there I was introduced to the latest in the Easter Collection™ by Rev. Russell Rathbun. He bought a $2.50 black suit and wore it for Good Friday. He looked great; distinguished even. And then on Saturday he painted it. He looked great; [not sure what adjective goes here] even.
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