by tashmcgill | Dec 11, 2007 | Love & Marriage, Relationships
A few years ago, I let love grow deeply within my heart. It didn’t grow into anything fruitful, at least not on the outside. But I learned a lot about how to love someone wholly and completely.
It’s so easy to craft an image of love that is somehow shallow and momentarily fulfilling, pinning that to an ideal of romantic soulmates. As if somehow solving the mystery, finding your way through the maze to the goal of love fulfills purpose. In doing so, it can be so easy then to look around your present circumstances and feel less than.
However, when I think about the belly-shaking, heart-warming feeling that you’re supposed to get at the end of romantic movies… I get that all the time. In fact, I get that feeling every second day or so just opening my email inbox and seeing the names there.. people from all over the world that know me and dare I say.. like me and love me even a little bit.
After all – whether I am partnered by a lover, or by a team, or by my dearest friends… the expression of love may vary, but deep true Love in my life is present, and what I have of Love right now is more than enough. To be known in words, deeds, mannerisms. People who know what I’m thinking – I have all those things. People who stand beside me and love me, correct me and cheerlead. There are even people who believe in me more than I believe in myself… so what more is there? Anything more than this would be an abundance.. and a good good blessing, but not necessary. The Love I have right now is big and gutsy and resounding. I feel it in my belly all the way to my toes. I speak out the names of Love in my life and feel stronger and stronger.
Perhaps, it is the fear that I will be ok and that perhaps all the waiting is better spend in living. Because the Love I have is so much more than I could imagine or dream of. Perhaps it is the fear that in letting go of our peer expectations, our definitions of fulfilment, our idea of satisfaction.. we will be irrevocably changed. Is it enough to be satisfied, to love well and be well loved? To find expressions of physical intimacy that are appropriate and safe, that are engaged in the best of humanity. To recognise the fullness of life in the oneness of human life. To suggest that the key to Genesis is the ‘helpmeet’, the partnership..
In fact to go one step further and suggest that we are called to partner with each other in many varied and unique ways.. and these connections of love, expression and strength are in fact, the deepness and beauty of being in Love.
The love that I share, and am blessed with is still deep, abiding, gutsy love.
Not all women want to be maidens pursued. But then there are times when you do. Sometimes I want to be rescued, and sometimes I just want to be cheered on from the sidelines. Sometimes I really want other people to take charge, and sometimes no one needs to be in charge. The image I like most is discovering Love where it has already been waiting to be seen. The revelation of where Love is already abiding. I have a friend who I’ve known for years that I’m only just uncovering a deep Love for, a shared partnership and commonality. Still… I’m just a girl, and I’m prone to change my mind.
by tashmcgill | Dec 10, 2007 | eastercamp, god ideas, Uncategorized
This is the most exciting and brief post that I will write for about 3 posts.
This year in preparing for Eastercamp, it became crystal clear to me all of a sudden, that it’s no point booking Christian bands for no reason other than they are Christian. Those bands very rarely offer any major drawcard or culture access point for non-churchy kids into the Eastercamp culture. In fact, it could be seen and experienced as another sub-culture exclusion point instead.
So what if, I said, we actually hosted non-Christian bands that do create a culture access point at Eastercamp? What if we created the culture access point around common World Vision values, a supportive media proponent like txttunes.com and do something that’s never been done before.
A few years ago, it was easy to book Christian bands that were doing a bit of mainstream crossover. But now, the case is not the same. Those acts have either wound up or moved overseas. Currently, there are a wide range of artists where one or more member of a group is a committed Christian. For a number of those bands, they carry strong social justice themes and that means a wide common ground can be found between Eastercamp’s theming, World Vision and the advocacy causes of the artist.
I put it forward, simply asking that I have permission to pursue the kid that otherwise wouldn’t come to camp, to create a resource that actually creates inroads or helps build impact for kids that seeing this and not usually coming to camp.
I expected a fight. I prepared my arguments. They were well-worded, compelling and convicting. In fact, I’m almost disappointed that I didn’t get to use them, because they really would have been fun to expound… but I didn’t have to because my Vision team said yes. They bought the dream, caught the vision and gave me permission to walk on the sharp sharp edge.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
A new day has begun.
by tashmcgill | Dec 10, 2007 | god ideas, Uncategorized, worship
Giving Thanks For DCB & The Volume Knob
I’m in the middle of a wrestle here between personal boundaries and social responsibility. We are still in the middle of transition in staff positions at my local church, with more to come in the form of a new senior pastor sometime in the new year.
There is a high density of structure being introduced in the new youth group plan for 2008 forward. However the Sunday night service is the domain of the young adults pastor, who has recently come from the very traditional church I spoke at last week. There is some hangover of this, as well as personality coming through at the moment and I feel highly conflicted about this quasi-worship leader, quasi-youthworker role at the moment. Everything in my life is about youthwork – everything influences or is influenced by youthwork and impacting young people – which for the sake of this post reflects my heart for the young at heart. I think in reflection I have found preaching at Milford last week one of the more spiritually fulfilling experiences of the year.
However – there is a big gap starting to emerge in the Sunday night service. I was very surprised when I came back at the larger exodus of young adults and 13-14year olds from a youth ministry that has previously been vibrant, full of energy and life in this age range. The kids are switching off and switching on their cellphones in a way that we haven’t seen before. We’re observing a culture shift within our community, a specific response to a set of variables that can almost be measured.
Having observed now for several months, and then refreshed the information since being back from the States for a month> the common trends are unfortunately becoming more obvious. The preaching roster is almost turnabout, as is the populus. There is a core that will sit through one preacher and not the other. They are walking with their feet. The others that stay are demonstrating something that we’ve rarely seen before. A record 17 cellphones were picked up and used throughout the duration of the sermon on Sunday night. They were mostly all youth group members rather than young adults. The young adults have a week-about attendance cycle as well.
The mid-week programme is being decimated in the younger age group as well. The older groups are more established in relationship with one another, so there are less consumer impact variables to deal with. Kids are literally flowing out the back door, something that is painful and hard to watch.
In addition to this, the overwhelming flavour of Sunday nights has moved from a sense of celebration and community to a very serious, intense time of worship. While I can totally support a proposition that suggests effective communication in the 20-30 year bracket will have some buy-in and attraction with teenage ministry groups, I’m not convinced that the 20-30 year olds that are also walking are going to buy the package.
What is there to be done about it? The first thing that struck me when I got home was the absence of fun. There was an enormous sense of energy missing from the room. In the past two weeks as a music team, we’ve simply focussed on recreating energy and engagement. That’s meant lots of songs that are easy to clap to and fun to sing. That’s where DCB come in.
I spoke last Sunday niht in worship about the joy it is to be able to sing songs together and share in our story. I spoke about my previous post regardless ‘one-worship’ and ‘others-worship’. It went down really well as the kids took hold of each other by the hand, around the shoulder. They moved closer together so as to embrace one another and then laughed together.
Sure enough – there was a slight complaint about the nature of that voice break.
So what to do? I’m out of the youth ministry loop and the current staff just don’t want to talk about it, most approaches from a wide range of players are being rebuffed with a defensive offense. The hard part is how bad I want to see these guys suceed. The youth pastor especially is young and full of energy – he should be in the prime of it, enjoying the ease of the first couple of years – finding his feet, developing a team of leaders around him in good relationship. Instead, we’ve got energy disappearing and job descriptions that would be tough for anyone, let alone fulltime youthworkers, let alone volunteer leaders. Partly, my empathetic heart just wants to tell them to relax, but it seems there is no voice .. advice welcome.
I said that I would stay, especially now that the senior role is in flux. If nothing else, I’ve been through this before and I know that I can provide support leadership to my community within my role. But how, where, when to address the other stuff in the broader context. But there are so many church communities struggling with little to no youth ministry leadership – and I feel that if I was to leave, I would need to go to one of these communities.
I feel so frustrated and useless in my church community at the moment. It’s like seeing all we could be and we’re only a degree and a half away. Slight adjustments, a little bit of fun, flavour and relaxation and we’d be there – back in the fertile soil that breeds great community. I’m more and more convinced that spiritual formation as a key value doesn’t translate to spiritual growth in young people. I think that healthy holistic communities will raise healthy, whole young people who are engaged in journey with God.
by tashmcgill | Dec 10, 2007 | god ideas, Uncategorized
Or One Of Many Posts On A Wind-Swept Night With Bob Dylan
“.. the lover who has just walked out the door has taken all his blankets from the floor..”
Sam is blogging about being single, content, discontented and on a spectrum of satisfaction.
It’s such an old song but as true and poignant as the feelings of whoever is singing it in this generation. Reading Sam’s post and sitting on a conversation with a girlfriend last week has me posting when I wasn’t really planning on it. Recent circumstances have thrown open the broader issues of sexuality in my life so I find myself wrestling again with the conflicting emotions of it all.
As much as we have a tendency to reduce our humanity down to a series of connections to other people in platonic, intellectual, romantic and sexual partnerships – there is a process of definition that happens for many of us. We are defined by the number of connections, the nature of our connections, the satisfaction of those connections. For a friend with a close circle of girlfriends who have all married in the last two years – the sense of singleness is accentuated by the change she senses in the platonic relationships that form a lot of her identity. For the one who has a primary circle of male friends all of a sudden cast adrift in a sea of girlfriends, fiances and wives.. the change in group sexual dynamic is dramatic.
There is a reduction to our humanity when our connections to others overwhelm our personal sense of identity. There is a beauty to our humanity that is exposed in healthy community that is able to shape and welome ‘group sexuality’. The ready acceptance of single people as sexually whole – not ‘waiting’, just whole. Having been thinking recently about the approach we take to healthy and holistic education for my young people around their sexual development – it’s only natural to then take that into consideration in my own life.
It’s the question of what really causes us to stumble and struggle with this topic. It can’t be a lack of fulfilling relationships – but surely it can’t simply be a commitment to restraining oneself from sexual connections with other people that causes such a sense of ‘other-ness’ amongst many single people.
Do I feel less ‘complete’ because I am single? No. I feel incomplete in the times when I become painfully aware of my failings, my selfishness and my heartbreaks.
Do I have more freedom as single person than as part of a couple? I can’t say – there are so many parts of who I am that would find balance in a perfect world with perfect Mr Rights for everyone. But the parts that I find most delightful about myself are probably the parts that live in the imbalanced side of my life. Life is not so formulaic, not every extrovert finds an introvert to bring them balance.
Do I have to have hope that God will provide? Yes. But the same kind of hope that causes me to believe that being human, i’m just as liking to be at fault of living far too much in the earthly realm rather than in an eternal one.
Perhaps the fault lies more in our unsatisfactory definitions, understanding and living out of community. We define things in 2’s since the ark. To my friend that mourns the perceived loss of quality time with her girlfriends, I ask – why not the same mourning of the friendship with the boys that were her friends long before they married her girlfriends. And I implore her to stop counting the days, the time, the measurements that separate the single and the non-single.
To Anonymous, who posts honestly enough about biological reflections about womanhood and feminity – I implore you to adjust your grace-meter once more before you go outside your front door. Perhaps it’s because we’ve become impatient to live a life of adventure – perhaps it’s because we were landed here on a far-off isle, so even us womenfolk live with adventure in the blood and long to set off for distant shores, with much purpose and intent in our step. I do believe that our proximity to opportunity makes it so much easier for us to choose broader and diverse paths. Therefore, God has a broad palette to work with also. Our constructs around “love” are stronger than we understand – tall women prefer tall men, ethnic boundaries are harder to conquer but not as harder as language. Sexual instinct rages through chemical attraction, intellectual transactions and imagination. Of course, the fire burns. It can’t help but burn.. but a burning fire isn’t just designed as fuel that can be thrown to any cause.
I’ve talked about social sex before – you see it in workplaces, shopping malls, school yards and particularly in adolescent and post adolescent Christian gatherings. There is a particularly slow, painful mating dance that takes place on a variety of stages. People move between church communities, causes, clusters and small groups based on ‘chemistry’ & ‘fix’ – in other words.. the sexual dynamics of a group that create good chemistry, a natural sense of energy, momentum and ‘buzz’.
I imagine in the conversation on Sunday night at Fidels, there was a large amount of group sexuality going on. The energy of commonality, verbalisation – engaging of laughter, body language – it’s all the stuff that we capture in movies, poetry, songs. All the senses engage at once. Understanding ourselves and others in these situations I’m sure has to be part of healthy whole sexuality. And in an environment that supports that kind of development, surely there is a strong foundation for the single, the attached, the divorced, the looking and the not looking.
There are several types of single woman.
There is the Looker. She is desperately seeking her partner. There are aspects of her sexuality and wholeness that she simply doesn’t engage with because she’s waiting until she’s with the “One”. She’s really bought into the Prince Charming – waiting for a Hero, likely to have read both Captivating & Wild At Heart. She examines the room with her eyes constantly, she’s always doing the potential matchmaking in her head, weighing the pros and cons of every potential mate. She’s both desperate for affirming female relationship and highly competitive with other women. She’ll be quick to identify herself with others as “us single ones”.
There is the Hopeful. She’s happily looking for a partner, but also well furnished with a selection of male and female friends. She’s probably more likely to be looking beneath the surface for the qualities she’s learned to love in a prospective partner. She’ll participate in a bunch of stuff, but would rather wait for all the really big experiences in life until she’s ready to do it by herself, but hopefully not before she finds someone that she’s happy to do life with. Values are high, as is a sense of combined mission and ethics.
There is the Denier. She’s out to convince herself, you and everyone that she’s just fne and dandy without any additional input, help or advice. This girl visibly cringes when people start talking about dating strategy and whinces when anyone tries to set her up on a blind date. She’s likely to be chased hard around the country or the world several times before ‘letting’ herself be caught, although she is always a little disappointed if the current object of her affection is returning an appropriate level of affection. she can be cold, calculated or passionate about her cause. Highly likely to throw a lot of energy into group activities where people are less likely to realise she’s scouting the room whilst trying to look busy and cool.
There’s the Friend. This girl knows what it’s like to be lonely, but is unlikely to stop the presses when the feelings creep up on her. She usually has several responses – either to soak in the feelings over a weekend with a good book, good wine and movies on TV, or to embrace deep relationships with spec
ial guys and girls. She’s well aware of what flicks her switch intellectually, romantically and even a strong sense of her own sexuality. This gives her a latent confidence that oozes out a little bit. She’s more likely to admit her insecurities and laugh about them than to hide them, which makes her a little bit odd at times. She’s more likely to have a host of boy’s numbers on her phone, any of whom might share a coffee or drink during the week. Much more concerned with whatever projects are on the go – there is a sense that when Mr Right, or Mr Feels like the Real Thing – he’ll fit in with a life that is already well on the go. Sometimes this creates a deep fear that her ability to ‘make friends’ is actually inhibiting her ability to ‘make lovers’.. but there’s not much that can be done about that considering the hectic schedule of fulfilling coffee dates, dinners and team activities she’s buzzing on.
And there are so many more. We wear our singleness with much more diversity that our couplehood at times. In fact, perhaps it is too easy to fall into the date night pattern of ‘How to do a good first year of marriage 101’.. but the truth is I know nothing about that and plenty about being single. After all, I just turned 28, never been kissed and single and single gets. But.. I have a healthy sense of my own sexuality. I’m turned on by my group of fulfilling friendships, and aware of my community, presence in community. More than that – I revel in it.
It was a strange experience to do to the doctor this week, talking about women’s issues and unpacking my sexual activity (nil on the Richter scale) with a complete stranger. In the midst of trying to be a sexually whole single woman, I’m also facing a diagnosis that puts my fertility potentially at risk in the future. I’m not comfortable with that to any degree. Although I’m single, I have to address my fertility and sexual health as a fully functioning being. So many of us Christians are raised to ignore our sexuality until such a time as we switched on the “yes” button – but that seems like shutting the door on a huge part of my own humanity.
I may never marry, never raise children. But I will fight for my fertility and my wholeness – because I want the right to surrogate children for my sisters and girlfriends, to bear my own children, to experience the fullness of my humanity. MY sexuality is not about the functionality of my organs, not even about the use of them. It’s about my sense of connection to my whole self.
As for the women that complain about the men that have forgotten how to pursue anyone – I can sympathise. But I also have a compassionate heart for a group of men that have been bullied now into being heros. As women, we are imtemperature and cruel creatures. We can rarely be satisfied with the best love on offer – we constantly want more. What right though, do we really have = to live with anything but today in mind? So when it comes to waiting for Mr Perfect or Miss Perfect.. we live with far too many tomorrows and let the todays of our best experiences pass us by.
by tashmcgill | Dec 4, 2007 | god ideas, Uncategorized
Self Portrait

She’s been loud, she’s been quiet and meek. She’s been sitting in a field of wheat and the light was golden, she finally grew older. Finally got to stand up on her own two feet. This girl, finally finding voice with which to speak.
Song Of The Moment : Something About What Happens When We Talk
Lucinda Williams
If I had my way I’d be in your town
I might not stay but at least I would’ve been around
Cause there’s something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Does this make sense It doesn’t matter anyway
Is it coincidence or was it meant to be
Cause there’s something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Conversation with you was like a drug
It wasn’t your face so much as it was your words
Cause there’s something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Well I can’t stay round cause I’m going back south
But all I regret now is I never kissed your mouth
Cause there’s something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Cause there’s something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk