O God of beauty, oft revealed

in dreams of human art

in speech that flows to melody

in holiness of heart.

One Day, This Sky Gonna Rise Up, Rise Up

one day, this sky gonna rise up, rise up
one day, new songs gonna rise up, rise up
we gonna tell the old stories round the fire

lights come up on the new day
rise the heart made of clay
new breath open up my bluebottle lungs
rise the songs of yesterday

sing again new tune
sing again world made new

Friday arrived with me in a blue funk. Three guesses – I’d said goodnight and goodbye to J again – the second it’s not so different from the first, and I miss him already. It’s hard saying goodbye to the ones that are the dearest and best again. However – perspective always makes a difference. I know that there are really good things about this trip .. this grand adventure for him. So that’s encouraging and something to place in high priority.

It’s strange though, to be starting off on this adventure of my own, and to not have him around to talk about it with – or to include in the process. I can only think and dream of how he might be involved from where he is, or when he comes back.

Anyway – the blues were partly caused by Thursday night’s review – ugh. And the rest of the day was occupied with a half-teary melancholy.

BUT there is sometimes a bright and cheery reason to stay more hopeful and bright-eyed than you otherwise might be – and in this instance, the bright reason is a marvellous idea that has been on a slow simmer.

One of the priorities in this new business, is creating creative soup – bringing people in and together and creating space for ideas to birth and generate. That in combination with the conversations I’ve been having with Paul Windsor re: Hymns… is birthing the Dusty Hymnbook. A whole new world and approach to theology of worship. Old school, real deal, deep, soul scratching worship. Heck yeah.

Wish us luck for the move. As of tomorrow, Sola Fida has an official home. Wow.

Starfield
They sound like they are a great band! I’ve been listening to an MP3 of an event I read about on Marko’s blog. It’s hilarious. I’m loving it. It’s a brave man to send a potentially humiliating MP3 around the world – but I love it.

It’s a challenging scenario for us as leaders of Eastercamp. We’ve been growing and as such the environment within which we bring speakers and contributors is changing. So we are starting to explore the international options. We’ve had plenty of speakers from Australia, and we’ve loved it. But the somewhat strange reality is that finding speakers of charisma, quality and consistency to speak to crowds of our size, who can also exegete our culture enough to not be lost at sea … well.. it’s hard work for anyone. So we need to start stretching our borders.

But there is a lot to consider. The cost isn’t the biggest issue, although there are airfares to consider (esp. for speakers families – what’s the point of coming to NZ if you don’t bring the kids and have a great time?) and then the chasm of speakers fees. We have traditionally paid such small amounts in comparison to typical speaking fees in the US and UK. Then consider the exchange rate. But that’s not the biggest issue.

I consider the biggest issue not even being whether or not a speaker is up to the task, but rather what we bring them into. How do we introduce them to our culture and environment in such a way that they feel embraced as well as involved. How do you communicate the deep, vibrant history of our camp tribe? In the past these challenges have belonged to other members of the oversight team, but as Programming Director my role is expanding into these liaison roles as well – something that’s been really successful with Andrew Palmer ..(I think – he may correct me).

Yup. Lots of things to consider.

Young Adults & Youth Ministry Under Review
Last night was part two of the process. Having not been at part one, I was a bit behind the eight ball, but this morning at youth ministry staff meeting, we all expressed disappointment with the process. It seemed far too shallow and skimming over the surface of some very small ideas. The truly big ideas are actually deep questions of church ideology and practicioning. So generally all round a bit frustrating.

We Wore The Church Bells Out
We did the best we could within the circumstance. We wrote the rules how we wanted them to be. In all the crimson sunsets and the dawns that we avoided, there was something fatalistic from the start. Wait for me, in the dusk. Wait for me, underneath those skies torn from the blue of space. Rise with me, I cannot be alone tonight. We did the best we could. We can be relieved, the bells have stopped.

We rung out the days with wheat and hops. We found barley gold and laughed a lot. All these tributes round they go around around the hill, you’ll be coming down soon.

Song Of The Moment : Last Goodbye
Jeff Buckley

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But its over
Just hear this and then Ill go
You gave me more to live for
More than youll ever know

This is our last embrace
Must I dream and always see your face
Why cant we overcome this wall
Well, maybe its just because I didnt know you at all

Kiss me, please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry cause I know that in time
Ill only make you cry, this is our last goodbye

Did you say no, this cant happen to me,
And did you rush to the phone to call
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
Saying maybe you didnt know him at all
You didnt know him at all, oh, you didnt know

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
Offer signs that its over… its over