Who I am // pt. 2

This has taken far longer to finish than I meant. But this is the second of three posts on a trip I took back to LaGrange, Georgia recently, a city I lived in during high school.

The trip from Charlotte is a straight shot down I-85. I've long marveled how the course of my life has  poetically stayed in close proximity to this interstate with the exception of my year and a half in Charleston. Grantville, LaGrange, Newnan, Anderson, Greenville and Charlotte are all cities that are not just accessible by 85, but 85 runs straight through them like points on a constellation.

Friday evening we arrived in LaGrange, Ga, right off of West Point Lake where Micah's parents still live. Micah asked me if I recognized it, and I didn't. But when we walked inside, memories rushed back in. The one I've never forgotten is the time that Micah convinced me in an act of piety to destroy all of my secular CDs. I'm not sure how much of this act was for the sake of purity and how much was for the sake of the exciting colors and shapes that CDs make when you burn them with a cigarette lighter. But we took my CDs out into the back yard and sacrificed them unto the Lord, as a burnt offering. The moment we walked into Micah's old room I felt as though I could see all the burnt CDs, and I could remember listening to Johnny Q. Public and the W's and the Supertones. Micah told me that one reason he liked me being around is because he could just say "play this song" and I would start playing and singing it. For him it was like having live music following him around. That was actually gratifying for me to hear.

Saturday was when all the festivities were planned at the school. The deal was that there would be a girls basketball game and a guys basketball game, old students versus current or recent students. I had no part in this, but after the games there was a concert with former students performing. I was really excited to play a couple of my own songs for this, as well as accompany a couple of other pieces. But more on that in a moment, just one more excursion. While watching the games, I had a moment to catch up with Mr. Cippola, the principal of WGCA then and LCS now. I never had a particularly close relationship with Mr. C. but he walked up to me after 12 years and knew who I was. I was grateful to be able to share a memory I had of him that left a mark on me. When I was in 9th or 10th grade, someone from a newspaper in LaGrange contacted me and asked if they could take some photos of me for a back to school fall fashions bit they were doing, I won't even attempt to try to explain this because I never understood it. My personal style was just rebellion and I never knew why they had my name and number. But I kept at what I find to be a hilarusly unlikely situation. Somehow, though, mew ended up at my school, taking pictures of me in my safety pinned hoodie and cut off dress pants in front of the school sign. The article ran and Mr. C. started getting angry phone calls. So he called me in his office to talk about it. I was geared up ready for "the man" to tell me what I could and couldn't do, and how small minded people were upset because I, in one fell swoop of fashion iconoclasm had deconstructed their perfect worlds of pleated khaki shorts and polo shirts that all Christian kids wear to Christian school. (Insert anarchistic punk rock anthem here)

But Mr. C. handled me in a different way. He didn't tell me I was wrong or berate me for being "different." He talked about the concept "deference" and what it means to willingly lay down rights out of love for others. This was a category I didn't have, and it stuck with me. I'm not sure how much of this idea sunk in and effected change in my life, but I've never forgotten it.

Onto the concert. It was a surprisingly diverse performance base spanning from a classical aria to folk music to praise and worship to hip hop. Organizing the music was a dear lady who was one of the most important people in my life, Mrs. Darlene Shaw. I'm not sure I could overstate the influence this woman had on me as a musician, singer, performer, and worship leader. She was the head of music and drama at WGCA and she encouraged and validated me like few ever had. Micah asked me what about Mrs. Darlene impacted me so much. After some consideration I said that Mrs. Darlene was an amazing musician who made me feel like an amazing musician. Something about that encouraged me to work and excel and to think of myself as capable of a higher goal musically.

After going out for some drinks, we retreated back to the Vickery's. Before going inside, Micah, Blair and I laid down on his driveway to look at the stars. I don't see a lot of stars in Charlotte because of the city lights but from Micah's house the heavens were overflowing with an army of radiant celestial sentinels. We laid there just silent watching shooting stars and still stars and planets and feeling very small and just a part of something very big. We must have laid there for an hour, and we were all just hoping for one final shooting star to end the night. Instead, a bat flew right over our faces and scared us to death. We jumped up with stifled screams and started running and flailing our arms frantically finding our way safe inside, still human, to sleep.

Who I am // pt. 1

I'm writing this in three parts because it has just gotten unwieldy for a single blog post. This is part 1, and the other two parts will follow in subsequent days. 

I've never lived in one place for very long. I can think of at least 8 different residences I had in 5 cities and 3 states before I graduated high school. Many folks have stories like this due to military life or some other vocation but I'm honestly not sure why this was our story. Because of this, I've always thought of myself as a sort of restless go-er, without the need to really put down deep roots or keep in touch with people. It wasn't until college and marriage that I started to think of people and places as things not to be simply discarded with a change of address like so many pieces of junk mail to a prior resident. 

Last weekend I did something I honestly never expected to do: I attended a high school reunion of sorts. Now, I didn't even graduate from this high school. From 8th grade until halfway through 11th grade I lived in Grantville, GA and attended West Georgia Christian Academy (WGCA) in LaGrange. At that point we moved again to Charleston, SC. WGCA has gone through much turmoil since I left in 2001 and is now called LaFayette Christian School, but it is in the same location and buildings after these 12 years, albeit having expanded significantly. Some of the staff who have been there for many years decided to organize an event they called ReConnect 2013, and they basically invited all former and present students and staff to attend. I wouldn't have been inclined to go, but one of the few people providentially back in my life from that era is Micah Vickery. We were close friends in high school, but didn't stay in touch when I moved away. At this point our lives have circled back on each twice, (3 times if you count the fact that we just discovered we were born like an hour away from each other in Oklahoma). Micah is an intern at Uptown Church where I serve as worship director, and I got pumped to go only because he was pumped to go.

So I jumped in the van with Micah, his lovely wife Blair and their two girls and we took a road trip to western GA. The whole experience was bizarre and surreal for me. I moved in January 2001 the day after the annual Madrigal Feast and performance in which I had a substantial role. For some period of time after that, I tried to hang on to my old world. I had a girlfriend from Georgia, and I remember making trips back for that relationship. But at some point she broke up with me and I think western Georgia just became another shadowy place from my past, another place from which I would maintain no lasting relationships. But Micah's family still lives in Lagrange, so this is home for him. It is fairly unavoidable for him to bump into people from his past by the nature of visiting his family and going to their church. So traveling with them, staying at his parents house, going to their church, and of course attending this school-wide reunion, all of this was my experience on this trip.

I was pretty apprehensive just before leaving. I had been pretty excited up until the day before, but then I got spooked thinking about the past. I remembered that I had old girlfriends who would probably be there. I remembered that people were in different places spiritually, and that some had rejected the faith entirely. I remembered that I wasn't nearly the "good Christian guy" I liked to think I was and many of these people knew that. I remembered that these people haven't been tracking with me and seeing how I've changed and who I am now. I remembered that the past is a mixture of good experiences and bad experiences and that all the experiences are tangled and flowing in and out of and around and through each other like the roads at the intersection of I-85 and I-285 northeast of Atlanta they call "Spaghetti Junction." I very nearly backed out, but Micah talked me back away from the ledge (or maybe back to the ledge), and Friday at noon, we hit the road.

Brethren, We Have Met to Worship

I've been experimenting with mastering technique with Logic 8, and this is the first audio I've attempted it on. I'm assuming I have just WAY too much going on. And it's live. But I still think it sounds better than it did before.

This was from worship this past Sunday at Uptown Church. Had a great crew, and this piece was particularly fun.

Church and Marketing

I hope Escher is at the top of these stairs or we will fall

As is my habit, I am in the middle of a big overhaul project. This time it is our church website, uptownchurch.org. The current site actually looks decent, it just isn't functional. The backend is Adobe InContext Editor, which no longer exists. So of course updates and support have ceased. I used to be able to get in still, but now, using three different browsers, I can no longer edit the site without going into the code. Which is not among my talents or skills.

So we're converting our site to a Wordpress based site, using StudioPress's Genesis framework as the skeleton. We've got most of the wireframe data in place, just working through style. And in the process, I have been digesting more than the daily recommended allowance of church websites looking for ideas and inspiration.

I don't know anything about marketing. Or web design for that matter. I am, however, concerned with the relationship between form and function, particularly as they relate to ultimate things such as the praise of the Father, Son and Spirit. And maybe this is just another reference to that classic triad truth, goodness and beauty. When we redesigned our worship guides, those three perspectives were of utmost importance. Perhaps form is beauty and function is goodness, while truth is, well, truth. The goal was to be as helpful as possible in assisting God's people toward the end of more and better worship. Scripture references, citations, liturgical headers and definitions, all are intended serve that ultimate end.

I want this website to be the same. But traversing the web on the sites of some of the more notable churches in America can be disillusioning. My struggle is that there seems to be a very fine line between the language used to sell a product, and the language used to invite people to live. Our goal is not ultimately more web traffic, more stuff, more notoriety or visibility, or any of that. But to the extent that we see information and technology as an avenue of fulfilling the great commission, those things may ore may not accompany.

I think the beauty of these multiperspectival triads is that, being rooted in the Trinity, or the offices of Christ, they are parts of a fixed pie. Christ is not 1/3 Prophet, 1/3 Priest, and 1/3 King, he is infinitely and perfectly all three. Nothing we do could possibly be infinitely or perfectly anything, but the realization that you don't necessarily have to rob one to fund the other is encouraging. So, as a goal, we want our web site to be as fully true, good, and beautiful as possible.

On True Repentance

Many much wiser folks than I have thought and written extensively on Christian repentance. But I was having a conversation the other day which brought some thoughts to mind that I wanted to jot down.

It gets pointed out frequently that repentance isn't just being sorry, but that it is stopping what you are doing. It is a turning away from sin. The point of this is that you can't just call a verbal apology repentance if it is not accompanied by a rejection and stopping of the particular sin. And this has been a much needed emphasis for worship, of which confession is a legitimate part, and for parents who rightly demand apologies from their children for misbehavior. Simply saying you've sinned without any intention of a different trajectory is as useless as saying to a hungry, insufficiently clothed person "'Go in peace, be warmed and filled,' without giving them the things needed for the body!" (James 2:16) In fact it is a worse to go on sinning in full knowledge than to sin in ignorance, "for if we go on sinning deliberately after receiving the knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins, but a fearful expectation of judgment, and a fury of fire that will consume the adversaries." (Hebrews 10:26-27) Pharaoh admitted guilt (Exodus 9:27), yet persisted in sin to the destruction of his firstborn son and entire army.

However, it is worth pointing out that repentance isn't simply stopping what you're doing, it is also being sorry. It isn't as though the being sorry is always easy and the stopping is always hard. Church leaders have to pray and wrestle with messy situations to determine the state of a person's heart because scripture tells them to, not because they are superior or so much cleaner than the person, but because the Lord has established churches and elders to make those calls for the purity of the church and for the shepherding of the sinner. If a person seems to be repentant, yet persists in sin, and if a church is unwilling to go into that dark place with them, but simply drops it, it is to that person's detriment. It is not love or mercy toward the sinner to stand by as their soul is dragged away and devoured, simply because they assure it that isn't happening. But making judgement calls on a person's repentance is frequently no easy task. Scripture contains examples of sinners claiming repentance who in fact were unrepentant, and we should expect the scenario to be no less difficult today. Many sins aren't of an ongoing nature, but produce major ongoing consequences, such as fornication leading to conception and birth, and infidelity leading to divorce and remarriage. It is not enough to say "What once was sin for me is no longer sin, therefore I am OK." That sin must be truly owned for what it is and repented for, or it will fester like an infection beneath the skin.

N. T. Wright looks to the usage of first century Jewish historian Josephus for insight on (at least) what Jesus meant in Mark 1:15 when he says "The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand; repent and believe in the gospel." When Josephus uses the same words, he means essentially, "give up your agenda and take up my agenda." Though Wright means far more than I do here, I think the essence of this other way of saying it is good. The reality is that repentance means, not simply an intellectual assent of a violation, and not simply a moral corrective of behavior. Repentance is an utter destruction of an individual's agenda, and a wholehearted adoption of the agenda of Christ. It is not legalistically trying to check off a list of appeasement items in the hopes of returning life to it's prior comfortable state. My agenda is my own comfort, my own plans, what make me happy. But if I abandon that entirely in true repentance, than any amount of hardship I face as a result of my sinful actions should not seem in any way an injustice on the part of God or others. Rather, I would see myself as the ultimate perpetrator, Christ as the ultimate victim, and any suffering I receive as my due. Then, even the slightest grace or mercy or good that I receive will be met with humility, thanksgiving, and praise because of my recognition that for all of my so-called suffering, I deserved infinitely more, and death and hell. Repentance is the forsaking of anything I want or think I deserve, the hatred of any part of me which is not seeking first the kingdom of heaven, and the commitment to pursue that kingdom at all costs, even the cost of myself.

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Christological Hymn

I ran across this yesterday in some old files. This is a "hymn" I wrote as an assignment for a class in seminary.

Christological Hymn

Jeremy D. Goodwyne

He was,
                  before the world or time began,
            enjoying perfect relationship with the Father and the Spirit 
                  distinct in person,
                  same in being
                  without even a hint of discord
            When the Father spoke light, earth, sea, air, material into being,
                  The Son was that word
                        creating, creating, creating
                        the creative power of God
                        one with God
            All that was made
                                          was made by Him,
                                          through Him
                                          For Him.

            The angels of God enjoy an exalted state
                  But the Son of God has received the Father’s name.
                        To which none can compare
                              And He receives the worship of the angels.
                  At the sound of His name
                        Some have reviled Him
                        Some have adored Him
                        But all will one day confess His limitless Lordship.


He, born of flesh, became a man
                  and knew the fullness of that state.
            There was not a facet of humanity
                  with which he was not thoroughly acquainted

                        His heart beat,
                              blood flowed,
                              feet hurt,
                              hands worked,
                        He grew weary
                              frustrated
                              angry
                              sad
                        He was loved
                              rejected
                              cared for
                              abandoned
                        He faced the worst temptation, appealing to his nature, and rights

            But he knew no sin. Not once. Not even once.


Being human and without sin,
                        He assumed the office of High priest,
                  Unlike his priestly “forebears,”
                        He needs not atone for His own sins.
            Moses acted in a priestly office
                  But this he did as a type of the coming High Priest.
                  As great was the glory of Moses,
                        it was only a shadow
                                          an imitation
                  For Moses was the house,
                        And the Builder of the House receives the glory.


He was not of the tribe of Levi,
             but of the tribe of Judah
       He was not a son of Aaron,
             but was a son of David.

            But this did not disqualify Him from His priestly role,
                  for His precedent was established in that of Melchizedek
                        who was without Father
                                                           Mother
                                                                    Genealogy
                                                           Beginning
                                                   End
                  But Father Abraham recognized the priest of God
                        and offered to him his tithes.
            In this Order, our great High Priest is ordained
                  and because He does not die,
                        He is a priest forever.


For a sacrifice, our Great High Priest offered
                  the lamb
                        which takes away the sins of the world
                        namely, Himself.
            For the system with which our sins were atoned was inadequate.
                  the priests were themselves sinful and mortal
                  the sacrifices were themselves types and shadows

            But our Great High Priest became that which the whole system represented
                  a pure, spotless Lamb,
                  without blemish
                  a perfect representative of both humanity and divinity


This priest offered himself
                  the lamb
                        which takes away the sins of the world
            and His blood spoke a better word than the blood of Abel.
                  His are better promises
                            a better hope
                            a better country
                            a better life
                            a better possession

            His sacrifice finished, completed, fulfilled the Law
                  the old covenant
            And He inaugurated a better covenant
                  of which He is the Mediator

            His blood speaks a better word than the blood of Abel
                  The blood of Able cries “Vengeance!”
                         but
                  The blood of Christ cries “Mercy!”


He does not leave His people to find their way,
                         but is their Shepherd
                         and His sheep know His voice

            He can not lose even one of His own
                         and will cross land and sea
                                     move heaven and earth
                                              to bring His lost back into His fold

            He gently leads His sheep across mountain and through valley
                            provides food and drink
                            gives them rest

            He asks much,
                            but all that He asks he provides

            He founds and perfects their faith
                            They keep their eyes on Him


He leads them Home.

©2012 JDGoodwyne

John Bunyan on Staying, or Fleeing

John Bunyan lived a tumultuous life. He spent 12 years in prison for preaching the gospel without a license in England. All he had to do to be released was to agree not to preach. He had a wife and children, a daughter who was blind, and could not provide for them because of his imprisonment. He was wrought with grief over the impossible place of having to choose between preaching Christ and providing for his dependents. This is what he wrote regarding the Christian's freedom to stay or flee danger:

"May we try to escape? Thou mayest do in this as it is in thy heart. If it is in thy heart to fly, fly: if it be in thy heart to stand, stand. Any thing but a denial of the truth. He that flies, has warrant to do so; he that stands, has warrant to do so. Yea, the same man may both fly and stand, as the call and working of God with his heart may be. Moses fled, Exodus 2:15; Moses stood, Hebrews 11:27. David fled, 1 Samuel 19:12; David stood, 1 Samuel 24:8. Jeremiah fled, Jeremiah 37:11-12; Jeremiah stood, Jeremiah 38:17. Christ withdrew himself, Luke 9:10; Christ stood, John 18:1-8. Paul fled, 2 Corinthians 11:33; Paul stood, Acts 20:22-23...

"There are few rules in this case. The man himself is best able to judge concerning his present strength, and what weight this or that argument has upon his heart to stand or fly.... Do not fly out of a slavish fear, but rather because flying is an ordinance from God, opening a door for the escape of some, which door is opened by God's providence, and the escape countenanced by God's Word. Matthew 10:23.... If, therefore, when thou hast fled, thou art taken, be not offended at God or man: not at God, for thou art his servant, thy life an thy all are his; not at man, for he is but God's rod, and is ordained, in this, to do thee good. Hast thou escaped? Laugh. Art thou taken? Laugh. I mean, be pleased which way soever things shall go, for that the scales are still in God's hand.

- John Bunyan, in Seasonable Counsels, or Advice to Sufferers, quoted in John Piper, Don't Waste Your Life.

Weekend update

I figured I'd write a few words about the weekend. I had originally intended to go to the Calvin Symposium put on by the Calvin Institute of Christian Worship in Grand Rapids. That is an amazing conference every year, and the speakers are always so good. And this year, Kevin Twit, Indelible Grace et al. got some serious recognition for their work in bringing hymnody back to a place of significance in Christian Worship. But things sort of fell through at the last minute on that, so I didn't go. However, not being able to go to that freed me up to attend a really special event in my backyard. There is a group in Rock Hill called the Friday Arts Project, which is connected with the International Art Movement (IAM) out of NYC. They put on a faith and art forum titled Beauty: Beneath the Surface. They were sponsored by a number of local businesses as well as Hill City, a new ARP church plant in Rock Hill where my friend Andy Stager is the pastor, and my old college roommate Jeff Bryant is going to be interning. They brought in Kirk Irwin, a Florida theologian/philosopher/art critic/Cru campus minister. Also there were Jeremy Casella, Elonzo, Luke Allsbrook, Joseph Henderson, and a ton of fantastic people to talk to. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were all provided. Dinner was at Erin's Restaurant, a restaurant that uses as mostly, if not all local meat and produce. Sunday, the crowd attended the Bechtler Museum in uptown Charlotte, which I was unable to attend because I had a staff retreat.

And then I got sick.

Woke up Sunday morning feeling rough, but went to church. Thankfully, Paul Winter was leading, but I played electric guitar and mandolin. By noon, I knew I wasn't going on the retreat. Pretty crummy.

I finished reading Jaroslav Pelikan's Fools for Christ as well as Madeline L'Engle's second book in the Time Series, A Wind in the Door. both quite excellent.

Today I'm much improved, but I have a splitting headache, I think because of caffeine depravation. So I'm going to make a pot of coffee, and hope the old stomach can handle it now.

Jerusalem, My Happy Home

I wanted to start throwing some demos up of songs I've written or arranged. This is a hymn text that I arranged a bit. The tune is basically the same except for a new melody for a repeated chorus, and then of course the chords are entirely different than the original. It is unclear who the original author of the text is, claims ranging from James Montgomery to St. Augustine. But the text is an excellent ode to the promised land. The text is very reminiscent of "On Jordan's Stormy Banks." Enjoy!

Jerusalem, My Happy Home by jdgoodwyne

the goose is getting fat

remember that song? christmas is coming. this time of year is my most favorite. but the greatest beginning part of this time of year, that so perfectly ushers in the advent season, is so overlooked. the turkey. thanksgiving is so special. there's something about gathering together for a gigantic meal with loved ones that makes me ooze thankfulness. my heart wells up at the sight of a thanksgiving dinner spread, hearing football in the background and all things pumpkin, cinnamon and spice. it's the mark of even greater times to be had all december month long. in my family, 3 celebrated november birthdays is even more added fun! jeremy and i decided that when we got married, we would put good use to our fine china. so we christened it with a thanksgiving feast in our first home.

a cornucopia graced the table at jeremy's request

 

our china anxiously awaiting to be doused in turkey, dressing and lots of gravy

 

we had about 14 of our closest friends over to share.

so as much as i love seeing the beautiful christmas decorations coming up in all the store windows and malls, i love even more the approaching best food of the year holiday that is thanksgiving.

yes, it's the most wonderful time of the year.

Hood Party

Biddleville had its third annual block party tonight. We get a permit and block off the 2200 block of Roslyn Ave, and everyone comes. This year we had a chili cook-off and a bake-off. There must have been between 15 and 20 different kinds of chili including white bean chicken chili, something called Swamp Sauce, a Chocolate Chili (actual chili with chocolate. Not like a 'dessert pizza.'), american chili, and salsa chili. The bake off included espresso cookies, cakes, jam cookies, pumpkin chocolate bread pudding (ours) and chocolate kalhua cake (shannon's, our arch-rival). Shannon won, and while her cake was very good, I think there were some shady back room deals and promises being made by the venerable children's director. I'll get you next year, Arendt!

What a fantastic community to live in. There must have been around 50 or so people there, and such a diverse group. There was a large group of white folks from Uptown Church, but there were many folks from other churches, a bunch of folks from no churches, a bunch of black folks, a bunch of homosexuals, a ton of kids, marrieds, singles, elders, youngins, poor, well off, bankers and gang bangers. It's so incredible to see how people with so little on common can come together over a meal. It makes me appreciate so much the subversive nature of the Eucharistic feast. This is a table at which all are sons (in the inheritistic, not gender sense), and all eat as one body the body of the Lord, and drink as one body his blood. There is no male or female, Jew or Greek, slave or free. There is counter-cultural relativizing that happens at baptism, and which is lived out in our meal sharing. Jamey Smith has been talking about that in his book "Desiring the Kingdom" which I've been reading.

I get a little bound up when someone says there will be "refreshments" at a church function. It feels so sterile. Like just pop in a pill or something discreet to "freshen up" and get back to the real business at hand, something spiritual or cognitive. Let's sit down together and sup. I want to see and hear you chewing. I want to break a chunk of bread from the same loaf as you. I want drink wine from the same chalice as you. I want the smells of good food to become a part of what we consider fellowship. I want to take creation into my body turning it into myself with my true family, the Church of God, the bride of Christ. It's messy and earthy and it sometimes smells. It's a hood party. And I love it.

Ekklēsia - Called Out

Week after week, for millennia and around the globe, a peculiar people is gathered by a call to worship-- a call that, in a sense, goes out before the service even begins, but that is then formally declared in the opening of the service in the "call to worship," often from the Psalms...

 The rather mundane fact that people show up is, however, an indicator of something fundamental: that a people has gathered in response to a call. "Whenever we gather for public worship," [Michael] Horton declares, "it is because we have been summoned. That is what 'church' mean: ekklēsia, 'called out.' It is not a voluntary society of those whose chief concern is to share, to build community, to enjoy fellowship, to have moral instruction for their children. Rather, it is a society of those who have been chosen, redeemed, called, justified, and are being sanctified until one day they will be glorified." The very fact that we gather says something, implicitly trains our imagination in a way. "Gathering indicates that Christians are called from the world, from their homes, from their families, to be constituted into a community capable of praising God... The church is constituted as a new people who have been gathered from the nations to remind the world that we are in fact one people. Gathering, therefore, is an eschatological act as it is the foretaste of the unity of the communion of the saints."

- James K. A. Smith in Desiring the Kingdom: Worship, Worldview and Cultural Formation

referenced:
Michael Horton, A Better Way: Rediscovering the Drama of God-Centered Worship
Stanley Hauerwas, In Good Company: The Church as Polis

Fall-ing upon us

I love the fall. I really, really love the fall. Julie and I have cooked hotdogs and roasted marshmallows over a fire in the back yard two nights in a row. I could do this every night, I think.
We're going camping with some folks up at Crowder's Mountain next weekend. What a great spot. You hike just about a mile in, and there are some sites off the hiking trail. There is a fire pit, a picnic table, and two tent pads per site. But no electricity or cars or anything. So it's got a semi-wild feel, but more casual. Central NC isn't exactly mountainous, there are just these two isolated mountains 30 minutes from Charlotte. And from what I hear, the leaves should be just about perfect when we go.
My folks got me some Columbia hiking boots for my birthday, (thanks ma and pa!) so I'm very excited about those. I don't think I've ever hiked in legit shoes before.
What else, what else...
I'm chest-deep in Christmas preparations. Children's Choir began three weeks ago, and adult choir begins tomorrow night. I've got fantastic help this year, though. Kristin Macurda and Ashley Abbott are wrangling the kids, I couldn't be more thankful. That's two brilliant minds and excellent musicians.
Last year, we used Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella, but I got ragged for the year following, so that one probably won't make the cut this year. However, I'm tempted to include Good King Wenceslas, just out of spite. What a weird text. But I thought Bring a Torch was a standard.
Julie was a huge help tonight, suggesting songs. I've got a lot of work to do, but I couldn't have asked for a better mate.
Well, I'm testing out blogging by email, so I'm going cut this off. Until next time.

On A Crucifix

See

Here at last

is

Love

-Dunstan Thompson

Brief Update

Hello GoodWyrds! Sorry it's been so long, but I don't want to cross the month-since-post mark. Things have been nutty for us around the Goodwyne household, but all very good and better. The dogter is well, sleeping 16 hours a day. Man and wife are very well, trying to steer clear of the obnoxious weather which threatens us and our comrades at every turn. But the good Lord has kept us in His care, directing our paths, and we are healthy and safe. We were able to visit our good Mums for mother's day. Unfortunately, on the way back, the radiator in Julie's 4-Runner cracked. Crappy. But providentially, we were like 2 miles from Julie's parents' house when it happened. So we didn't end up stranded on the interstate 100 miles from anyone in the heat. Praise God for that.

Anyway, that's a brief update. More to come!

there's something sweet about the south

it's slow. it simmers. it makes you say, ahhhh. not in the blazing heat of mid-summer, of course. but that's what lemonade, sweet tea, (dr. pepper!) and front porch shade sittin' is for. as a south carolina native, i'm biased of my homeland. there's nothing better than inhaling the sweet scent of carolina air if you've been away from it. it's enveloping and comfy. it smells like home.

 

 

 

aahhhhhh.

there's a first time for everything

i've been able to resist jeremy's requests of keeping up with a blog for quite awhile now. i don't see myself as very digitally savvy, nor have i an interest in all things twitter, flickr, buzz, blogger and the like. i don't want to be so arrogant as to think that the world has any interest in what my life is like, my opinions on certain things, what sorts of things i'm interested in, etc. but for those of you who are good at keeping up with people this particular way, i figured i'd give it a try for you, and for my persistent and very awesome digitally hipster husband.  i guess this is, however, a better option than the traditional yearly christmas letter. no offense to those who keep up with those traditional yearly christmas letters, of course. i admire your diligence and consistency. we'll see how this goes!

Ordinary Time

Ordinary Time are the periods of time in the liturgical calendar following Easter and Pentecost, outside of the narrative of the life of Christ.

Ordinary Time is also a band which I find extremely impressive. From their website:

Ordinary Time is an independent folk acoustic trio rooted in the Christian tradition. Comprised of Ben Keyes (guitar, piano, mandolin), Peter La Grand (guitar, banjo, dobro), and Jill McFadden (guitar, violin), Ordinary Time presents extraordinarily rich vocal harmonies, skillful instrumentation, and thought-provoking lyrics. The band's oeuvre seamlessly weaves the hymns of generations past with their own new songs-- often indistinguishably-- producing a sound that ranges from bluegrass-tinged Americana to sacred hard hymn arrangements. The band has released three records and tours semi-annually.

Grounded in tradition, innovative in expression, and mature in musicianship, Ordinary Time offers an important and unique voice, gifting us with enduring tunes for the journey of faith.

I first stumbled across them looking for liturgical music for the season of Advent, and discovered their album In the Town of David. It wrecked me pretty good. We did several of these songs for Advent last year, and their setting of the Nunc Dmittis, "Simeon's Song" is excellent. I've been listening to their album Until He Comes, and really feasting on the song "Following."

To Follow?

Your burdens are light,

but your blessings are heavy,

almost too weighty to bear

There's a hook in this meal,

to receive is to follow,

and you won't always say where.

What fool would dare follow you?

The idea of the burdens of Christ being light, but his blessings heavy is so powerful to me. And the very reality of the weight of the Lord's supper is so strong. It is a blessing, a means of grace, an actuality, the very real presence of Christ, and to receive it is to follow Christ wherever that may be. And if that is not a scary thought, than perhaps we don't understand it. It may mean scorn, ridicule, social suicide, or even physical torment or death. It certainly means the constant process of sanctification, the burning away of impurities, the putting to death of the old man. Such are the blessings of Christ.

It may be worth it, but it's still heavy.

The Proprietors

Julie, wife of Jeremy since 2007. She is new to the world of blogging, and unlike some of us, doesn't get swept away in every little technological/social media enterprise. She likes to cook, she has excellent taste in movies, and is an interior designer. She loves the beach, old Charlestonian style, and antique furniture.

Jeremy, husband of Julie since 2007. He is older to the world of blogging, though never particularly good at it, and he does get swept away in every little technological/social media enterprise. He likes all the same things as his wife. Also, he is a musician, and probably likes the mountains more than the beach. He recently shed the beard.