Three days and almost 1200 miles later, I’m back home… kinda.
Fabulous trip to Chattanooga. Had some great time with the gang at Journey Chattanooga. Those guys are perched to make a really big noise in Choo Choo City! If you’ve ever in their neighborhood be sure to visit them (they’re one of those weird churches that meet in a warehouse). Thanks to all the folks who gave to help the Seed of Hope kids!
Grandkids? Thanks for asking!
Really cool and intense time with the guys from The Glorious Unseen. Twice! Almost got to meet Charlie Hall… almost. But I did meet Paul Young’s (The Shack author) daughter, Amy.
Heading out tomorrow for Abilene, Texas. I should have some interesting posts…
“This is where the priests will cook the meat from the guilt offerings and sin offerings and bake the flour from the grain offerings into bread. They will do it here to avoid carrying the sacrifices through the outer courtyard and endangering the people by transmitting holiness to them.”
The part that says to avoid carrying the sacrifices through the outer courtyard and endangering the people by transmitting holiness to them is what caught my attention.
I’m not going to exegete this; there are plenty of folks out there who can do that for you. What struck me was the tantalizing possibility of a holiness that was deadly. Just like the story of Uzzah touching the ark, Ananias and Sapphira lying about land or Simon the sorcerer wanting Spirit power, divine holiness is dangerous, very dangerous.
Like a lineman working on a high voltage line, you have to become a part of the power; if you try to hold on to the natural while grabbing the supernatural, you may find yourself in trouble.
Having no clue what the word “blog” even meant three years and over 1200 posts ago, WordPress has made it extremely easy to delve into the wonders of online thought-casting.
I’ve known for a while that I needed to graduate to a more robust platform but have delayed doing so. I’ve enjoyed riding my spider bike! But, with all the changes swirling around me, I’m in need of a knarley Harley.
So, I’m in the process for prepping new space. By the time I head to Brazil before Christmas, joecarr.us will be live and will take over the responsibilities from joecarr.wordpress.com. The new site is up and is mirroring this one. If you subscribe, you may want to go ahead and make the change. The new site will still see multiple changes before the official switch, but it is fully active now.
I’ll warn you a couple of times over the next few weeks.
I can’t afford to lose both of my readers (thanks mom and dad!).
With “On the Road Again” blissfully playing in my head, the queen and I are off to Chattanooga for a fun (and frantic) weekend.
Sunday we’ll be at Journey Chattanooga, a church planted my Mark Love (who is a remarkable fellow) and where one of my two most favorite son-in-laws Charlie heads up the worship and creative team. We’ll have the privilege of sharing what Gospel for Brazil and Seed of Hope are doing.
Tonight we’re going to see The Glorious Unseen and Charlie Hall. Tomorrow we’re going to spoil the grandkids rotten. We may even find some time for the daughter and son-in-law.
While living in Brazil, after one year there, I realized that there hadn’t been a change. That became a bout of homesickness — I missed the leaves changing color and the nippy chill in the air. I missed the sprouting of the leaves and the warmness returning. I was so excited when I made my first trip back to the U.S. that I would be there during the transition from winter to spring.
Funny how life is the same.
It seems that the second Davidic king knew of what he spoke.
I’m getting my little, neat religious world rocked back on it’s heels these days.
Many years ago, so many that it actually startles me, when I was in graduate school, I remember being overwhelmed at the material I was discovering. My tidy little world view was smashed into thousands of pieces as I was exposed to the wonders and intricacies of of original biblical languages, textual criticism, exegesis, archeology and biblical history.
It was heady stuff. Liberating in some ways, awe inspiring in others and deliciously destructive in yet others.
Much water under the bridge since then. Innocence, tom-foolery and reason long gone.
These days there seems to be a whole new “awakening” greeting me.
