NYWC St Louis Saturday 3 November
General Session #3: Matt Maher, Lynne Hybels, Shane & Shane

Seminar #3: Intro to Creative & Contemplative Prayer Practices
Jeannie Oestreicher & Larry Warner

General Session #4: Matt Maher, Family Force 5, Doug Fields, Michelle from Compassion

One of the best things about Anaheim in 2004 was the presence of both Crowder and Tomlin. Even though the more days that pass, the more lustre wears off this experience, I have an enormous respect and empathic connection to Tomlin as a worship leader.

Confession: I find singing worship hard at the best of times. I am a singing worship leader in my church and I know that’s it’s practically a sin, but to be honest – there are just so many other ways I connect in meaningful and engaging worship than singing. So musical connections like Crowder and Tomlin are rare.. because I find myself easily engaged in a genuine worshipful response, rather than stadium enthusiasm.

So I haven’t been finding it easy to retrain my brain into learning new songs and connecting with music worship through a variety of brand new worship leaders. I struggled a little bit with Matt Maher through both sessions, although I certainly appreciated the context and content, but I found myself constantly engaging with my own internal dialogue to the detriment of my intentionality within corporate worship. No big deal. Sometimes that happens. Sometimes I just feel self-conscious of my own voice too. Sometimes, I really do just like to listen to people singing together.

Lynne Hybels in the General Session carried her insecurities on her sleeve. I thought she had some great content and her story was engaging, if a little long. I was a little horrified at the number of people that were leaving throughout the message but I’m putting this down to the specificity of her message. It was very feminine in language and referenced Bill Hybels so regularly and familiarly that it was almost as if the expectation was that ‘everybody’ knew who Bill was. An interesting assumption in a room full of youthworkers from all kinds of denominational, regional and local backgrounds.

I found myself asking the question, “is this really how Lynne would tell her story, if she was just talking to an old friend?”. Not that we should always operate with that level of disclosure, but I think she was overwhelmingly more comfortable with the words on the page written, than the words being spoken out from her lips. It made me angry and disappointed that more people didn’t respect what she was offering of herself to the table by walking away.

One day we’ll move beyond the discomfort and difficulty we have with relating to bi-gendered images of God. So I listened, and stored up what Lynne was saying about identity. It echoed in my soul later in the day.

Creative…It was a great session with Jeannie and Larry in the afternoon. The right mix of content, application and practical exposure – I was expecting to experiment and there was some. I think my favourite exercise was Flash Prayer – praying for what you see, literally what’s flashing before your eyes. The group split to two sides of the hall, and walked to the other side, meshing together before separating again. The second time we crossed the hall, we were instructed to pray for the people who we sensed a connection with, either by gut or eye contact. We all slowed down, paying more attention to what was going on.
Standout Observations: Prayer is really more than a dialogue or conversation. It’s communion in such a way that you begin to recognise and look for God’s fingerprints in everything. None of the images we have of God are complete but the important thing is to constantly be asking the question of how everyday life teaches us about ourselves and God.

General Session #4. Wow. I am buying this MP3 of Doug Fields last night and distributing it to everyone I know. It was honest, disruptive, intense, brutal and really important. In addressing the issue of ministry envy and the destructive power it holds in so many lives because of it’s secrecy .. I think I grew to respect Fields more than I have ever bothered to think about before. So it was a good thing. He was very honest about his own struggles, and practical about the implications of this on our own ministries. For me, this is a struggle as I daily deal with people who are employed to do what I’m passionate about and good at.. and I’m not. Sure, I’m not sure if I’d want to be, but there is envy in the fact that their pathway is at least a little more known. All I know about my own path, is that it’s going to be different. I have to trust God in my future all the more, yet I’m envious of those that have what I don’t have or want because I’m not sure of what’s I’m getting. Yup. Brilliant.

Fatherless. Ugly, destined to be just like the father I look so much like. When Michelle from the Philippines took the stage and spoke so compellingly of the difference Compassion sponsorship has made in her life, I was typically moved to tears. However, when she told the story of her father’s abuse and sharp exit from her life, the subsequent suffering within her family as she was referenced to be her father’s child.. ugly and just like him. Yet she lived fatherless. She was robbed of her identity as a child of poverty, and then robbed of it again by what identity she had being corrupted by other people’s cruelty. But she was telling my story. Is it arrogant of me to claim a kinship with her .. probably, but I will anyway, because we are sisters in redemption.

Late Night Conversations: Family Force 5 are a phenomenal band. I haven’t seen such stage presence or compelling performance since the early Earthsuit days, when we took sheeo onstage and such. Plus they have catchy little numbers. They totally need to play Festival or something. Speaking with Michael from Lost and Found was grand also. I have enjoyed the opportunity to make conversation with all sorts of people in strange ways.

NYWC St Louis Friday 2 November

Critical Concerns 2: Understanding Teenage Guys & Girls
Steve Gerali & Ginny Olson

General Session #1: David Crowder Band, Duffy Robbins, Flatfoot 56, Joe Castillo

Seminar #1: The Expectations That Killed The Youth Worker
Mark Oestreicher & Mark Riddle

General Session #2: David Crowder Band, Jars of Clay, Jared Hall, Chris Hill, Joe Castillo, Nooma #18

Massive day that got off to a great start and finished just as well, if not better.

Part Two of the Critical Concerns Course, inevitably moved a little faster when the pressure of the clock was on. The subject matter covered is fleshed out in the books BUT there is a synergy about engaging with the authors around the subject, especially when seeing connections between different but affected topics. For example, I was heavily reflected on the male stereotyping adolescent boys are subjected to, but how the outcomes of that stereotyping negatively impact female identity development as well.

Standout Statement: One of the strongest parts of Steve Gerali’s overall presentation is the scriptural, disciple’s filter on it all. He has a natural resonance with bringing scientific and sociological discoveries back under the sufficiency of the Saviour and the eternal truth we live under. Thus, he well identifies several.. no, many.. false teachings around societal norms that actually have been spiritualised into foundational belief systems within our youth ministries.

In discussion and reflection, some of these foundational lies about identity, sexuality and expectation are the cracks in the foundation for identity and spiritual crisis that manifests later on. I become increasing convinced about the necessary impact of physiological, psychological, sociological and historical understanding to be part of forming the framework for birthing environments and collective communities of young people that are nurturing places for these questions and discoveries to take place.

Collective communities: because in NZ our youth communities are not limited or primarily based around geographical context. That’s only a secondary measure. The primary measures are relational/social and/or historical.I’m debating whether or not this is a healthy or at least more appropriate word for ‘youth ministry’. What I don’t like about the word ‘youth ministry’ in the context of this conversation are the broad and varied understandings and perceptions of the word itself.

The general session with Duffy was actually very good. The sand artist, Joe Castillo, was phenomenal – more on that later. The band Flatfoot 56 were all at once the most hilarious, bemusing and perplexing thing I have seen so far. A Celtic punk band complete with heavy vocals, soothing psuedo-Celt accented pronounciation and bagpipes. And the piper was in fact wearing a kilt. I literally have no words beyond that. I might post photos tomorrow to expand the speechlessness. Duffy was in remarkable form – very funny and the audience was extremely receptive to the easy & predictable humour. To be honest, I was not expecting a wow from his presentation having heard most of his excellent material earlier in the year. But I was pleasantly delighted, especially with the particular Peter story he chose and the simplicity of what he delivered within it.
Standout Statement: It’s refreshing to see and understand that the real life disciples were regularly involved in undisciplelike behaviour. Usually when they were choosing to operate in Reason over Righteousness (righteousness being the way of obedient faith – not just faithful obedience). Peter is the only person in Scripture to be literally interrupted by all three members of the Trinity – nice observation.

David Crowder Band are the living, breathing, real-life version of great worship leaders and songwriters. The context of the songs is almost more worthy of appreciation than the presentation or musicality behind the composition. Seamleass (mostly) transitions between blues-originated work to real country four on the floor. His vocal work is hard to follow, a couple of keys out of my really comfortable range but that’s more reason to sit back a little and admire the way he connects and engages with the crowd. Very different from Tomlin and I can understand the different connection points that are triggered for me by each one.. so that’s good, and a development from last time I saw them both in close proximity to each other. Crowder played both the general sessions with gracefulness, humour and humanity.

Joe Castillo of SandStory is a physical sculpture artist working with music, a video camera, a lightbox full of black iron ore sand and his fingers. He crafts the sand into shapes, channels and passages where the contrast between the opacity of the sand and the illuminate of the lightbox create both complex and simple images translated by video feed to a screen for display. Today he presented the creation story and images of Christ in two separate presentations. He says nothing, but lets the visual & aural art symphony speak for itself. I love what he’s doing because it’s emotive, captivating, engaging and sensory on many levels. It connects not just with the artistic but also with those who engage in functional fascination.. those who want to know how it works.

Of course, in the midst of watching it, there was a moment of awe and deep, sighing relief. An almost audible sound escaping from my soul to God’s spirit saying “oh look, there you go again”. Watching Joe’s art being formed only to last for moments before being shaped into the next image reminds me of the Rabbi Stones (for my sake all this was made/i am but dust). Each rendition of the piece is slightly different. The particular grains of sand scattered over time. Is it the same sand? How many stages and floors has ‘art’ been spilt on, swept up, vacuumed away from? But in it all.. Joe’s gift as an artist is remarkably close to the creation process at work in each of us every day.

Not only does Joe see the art before it exists, but he understands how to make it, makes it himself with his own messy fingers, doesn’t mind starting again in order to perfect it, sees art where there is none yet and most importantly… without the light there would be no image to gaze on and call art – so light is important. however, without the spaces for light to shine, the nothings.. there would be no room for light at all. So in us, God is also at work, fingers deep in our messiness, seeing art before it exists, making art and most importantly.. making art from the spaces and the nothings within us.

The Expectations are the mostly silent and deadly hit squad within our youth ministers, a problem that’s proliferated at home by younger and younger youthworkers being employed without appropriate groundwork, training, information and support services. Also, there are too many churches who still employ, without realising or acting on the knowledge that churches generally could use a really good spring clean of their professional practices and human resource management capability. And the problem seems the same whether the church is large or small. The seminar was compassionate, empathetic, practical and honest. I was stoked when ‘stuff’ was called to the table like… our own expectations, immaturity, pride, ambition getting in the way of successful communication with employers/supervisors etc. The Ladder of Inference (how we estab

lish actions based on beliefs that are impacted by assumption and data selection) is a really useful tool both for self reflection and assessment as well as working with others in broader environments.

In General Session #2 Chris Hill spoke really well on the story of Absalom and the building of monuments in his life. His communication ability comes leaping off the stage at you, in the warm, caramel tones of a black man. Most of his short and concise observations about anger, bitterness, rebellion, revolution, leadership, pride, humility and fellowship were worthwhile in commentary. Probably to have so many short points was a good call, as expansion may have turned the taste of it sour.. short and sweet, with a good little punch. Definitely a performer, rather than a presenter but there are times and seasons for that.
Standout Statement: The seed of bitterness grew and grew until he no longer felt comfortable in the kingdom. The object of his pride became the thing that ensared him. He was alone without companionship at the end – he’d alienated even those who were meant to be in the battle with him. Rebellion and bitterness can lead us to become the very thing we despised in the first place – the focus gets out of whack. Our arrogance leads us to desire monuments to ourselves – recognition on earth, but earth is not our home. Better to build monuments of clay, rather than stone.. monuments of clay that will be celebrated with us in our heavenly home.

Nooma #18 – Name was played at the end of the general session tonight. There could not have been a more poignant yet quiet moment as the intersecting themes of my life came rushing into wovenness together in the film. For the first time ever, I think I walked away knowing my story is even better than the content in this BUT… my journey of identity, discovery, embracing, revealing and delighting in who I am at the same time as discovering my own storyline and realising that my path is different and has permission to be different first became apparent to me in 2004 during and post the YS NYWC, thanks in part of Yaconelli, Nouwen and mostly, a very patient Saviour who has waited a long time for me to embrace his sufficiency. It’s worth watching – but I still think my, unfinished, story about my name is going to be better.

Late Night
Had a perfect nightcap with some new friends and less-new friends. I am blessed actually, with the conversations, handshakes and smiles.

Early Mornings, Wisdom More Than Knowledge
All those years ago when I worked in radio, I loved the early morning journey into the middle of the city. I loved waking before the rest of the city and surveying her peacefulness as she woke. I loved watching the dawn from the 11th floor of the Peace Tower.. sun sliding over the harbour and the traffic slowly snaking it’s way in and out of the city centre.

I love early mornings still, when I’m at Eastercamp and I unlock the doors to the sanctuary space, waiting for the youth leaders to pile in. I love the emptiness of the enormous room, but how home-like it feels. I love the mist and fog of an early Waikato morning like nothing else on this earth.

I love early mornings now, just because the birds that sit in the macrocarpa outside my window, on my window sill, in the olive trees and on my tin roof are full of song, and the dawn feels like a slow golden glow rising over the horizon into my kitchen window.

I love early mornings on Tuesdays, because I gather with precious Jesus-hungry teenagers and we dig into the Word. I just love it. I love them with such a joy because they are full of goodness and challenge and life.

What’s so great is that this group is in dogged pursuit of wisdom, not knowledge. The knowledge is empty, but they have hearts that crave wisdom. I am relearning the wonder of Proverbs 3:5 .. leaning NOT on our own understanding.

Tide Is Turning, The Sun Is About To Break Forth
The past couple of weeks have been really challenging. Tough times. But the sun is about to burst forth, and I’m looking forward to the feeling of the Sun’s rays on my face. I imagine this is sometimes what Peter would have felt like.. the constant ache of frustration and exhaustion.

I reckon Peter was probably much more of a thinker than what we traditionally give him credit for. Sure, he was a hot-head, but I can’t help but think that he pondered and mused on his actions, reactions and would’ve/could’ve equations. Methinks that’s when the dark shadows would have rolled in, self-doubt and anxiety would have shown themselves on his face.

Thankfully, me and Peter are standing on the shoreline together today, knowing that the sun is going to rise, bursting forth glorious light.

Remind Me Who I Am

there are times when i’m lead to be graceful
and times when i don’t care at all for the words
that fall from my darkened lips, prayers and troubles, and ills

there are times when i know you’d like peaceful things
times that i can’t measure up with my failings and worries
my secrets and crimes, i too easily carry my heart on the line

i know you’ve got plenty of angels watching
and i know you’d be hardpressed to leave me
but i’m falling off the world… hold on to me
it’s hard to face courage & darkness at once

there are times when i pray cos i should, not cos i’m able
and times when i want everything complicated made simple
when my life is just a shadow formed by your light

i know you got everything held up in time
and i know you got me right where you want me
but i’m falling off the world… hold on to me
it’s hard to face courage & darkness at once

there are times, love, when my hands are so open
it feels, love, i’ve got nothing at all left
there are times, love, you need to take me by the hand
so lend me your eyes, lend me your strength, hold on to me.

Grace, She Takes Her Place
Interesting times are afoot in our community – we are working through a series in Revelation on the letters to the churches in morning services. Yenot taking her place at the table.sterday was on the letter to the church in Sardis. It was full of good and decent truth. It highlighted some truths to me that I hadn’t thought about recently, but I was not convicted, nor chided by it. I simply interacted with new knowledge and filed it.

Then in the evening service, the message was on the sinful, fallen woman hauled before Jesus by the Pharisees. It was dissected with methodical intent, designed to show the goodness of God’s grace and the justice, the cleverness with which Jesus saves her from the stones. It failed to hold my attention because I am familiar enough with the story, and the mechanics of Jesus’ interaction with the woman and the Pharisees that I’m not sure what else mechanical there is to know.

Is it I, that is failing so in not engaging purposefully with the truth presented to me? Or is it a case of Grace not taking her place at the table yet?

I become more and more compelled to believe that in this task of teaching, preaching, guiding and reminding the Bride of her identity in the “Truth”.. that we have taken again picked up the Law as the mode of conviction and behavioural discipline.. and I think this is more in reference to ‘other places’…

But it is always Grace that convicts me most.
That compells truth into my heart.
That demands a response from my too-often hard heart.
Grace that softens and moulds at the same time.
Grace that effortlessly holds the tension between my humanity and Christ’s divinity. Grace that abounds with forgiveness and holds my confessions.
It is Grace that holds my hand and walks me back to the foot of the Cross.
Grace that walks me back to my path.
It is Grace that compells me to open the hands that have clenched tightly onto what I have deemed precious, usually some foolish thing.
Grace that is content to enter a dark heart and bring light with her.

It is always Grace that brings the most poignant truth to life in my flesh.

Not Dark Yet

Lord… you have heard the words of the poet
behind every beauty there is some kind of pain
my burgeoning labour weighs heavily on me
with the unanswerable questions
like “why do you believe?”

I have no answers but a voice that sounds like yours
it’s a voice on the wind
it’s the summer i long for
it’s the hope in the picture i’m painting
where late summer sun will warm my skin again
please let me not be cold that long

Lord… you know the wrestle of my heart unseen
the knifeblade of decision that sharpens on integrity
where is my justice Lord, where is my hope?
I have rested in your strength these years
but i am weary, the skies darken over me
You are not weary Lord, uphold me

everlasting one, draw near to me and i will yield to you
make my confessions of longing and hold on to my breath
catching my tongue on tears, kneeling on fist, head to floor
oh in this moment not to be alone
not to be in silence, not out of arms

and here is my whole heart and vision falling under shadows
here is my will submitting
Where is my justice Lord, where is my hope?
what now for the people? what now for tomorrow?
what left is sacred, what is left?

Wash the mud and spit from my eyes, heal my sight
wash the mud and spit from our eyes, heal our sight
make uncertainties clear, truth to light from fear
the many, make simple, make few, make right… make You.