Pounding the Pavement
Tomorrow morning, we are swinging through the Lakewood neighborhood near the church in Dallas to put out door hangers containing postcards and our concert series info. Should be another fun chance to get a feel for our neighborhood on a weekend morning, see who is around and what is going on. Lakewood probably is my favorite neighborhood of Dallas thus far. It reminds me a little of some suburbs in the DC area.
Another bonus: I need the exercise.
welcome to texas!
Well, I have officially moved to Texas.
My calling has led my family to trek all the way from Washington DC and setup home in the heart of Dallas, Texas. I ended up accepting the position of Minister of Church Life at East Dallas Christian Church. It was a difficult decision to make through all of the waiting and struggle to be in the right opportunity. But Dallas is good so far - it's a big city, so it does have a lot to offer. The church is terrific, though there is a lot of good work ahead.
East Dallas Christian Church is like a lot of churches - a strong, interesting history but a future that can at times seem a little uncertain. It's got growing to do - it needs some younger leadership woven into the life of the church. There is a tremendous core of older leadership that did cutting edge ministry in their day, but as the years go on, they get older. The good news is that the church still has a lot of resources to undertake its mission.
I will be doing some evangelism, some new young adult ministry, and worship development. I'm also excited to have an opportunity to learn some pastoral care in the process. It's been an exciting past couple of weeks, but the next few months will be even more exciting as I do some visioning for how East Dallas can reach out to its neighbors in new ways.
19 out of 27
For 19 out of the last 27 days, I've been traveling, across the world and right around the areas I call home.
On May 10, I left for Spain to explore facets of the culture, arts, and spirituality of that old European country. It was quite an experience - from Madrid, Toledo, Leon, Salamanca, Granda, and Barcelona. I witnessed soaring cathedrals, major universities, museums full of wondrous artworks, pilgrim trails, mighty peaks, blue skies, crowded cities, waving palm trees, rolling farmland, and on and on. I had the opportunity to hear from religious leaders, followers of the mystical way, economists, local artists, friends, fellow travelers, and locals. The rich palette of what I tasted, touched, and saw remains with me, stirring about below the surface of my mind and memory.
On May 27, after a few days back from Spain, I traveled with 10 other young adults down to Houma, LA to work on homes and projects among communities hit by Hurricane Katrina and Rita. Another cultural experience that went deeper in some ways - deeper in our interaction with those who we had come to serve and connect to. Still, there were surprising connections, like walking through the French Quarter of New Orleans and into the Cathedral and feeling like I've been there before. (I guess I hadn't realized that New Orleans was once the capital of the Spanish province of Luisiana.)
As much as one experience was educational and broadening (Spain), the other was grounded in faith and beyond mere words (Gulf Coast).
I'm glad to be home though.
