Thursday, July 23, 2009

On Blackwater, Chick-fil-A and the MVD....


(ok...but it's red...and it hauls things...kind of like BOTH of my Suburbans!)

In between mopping up lakes of blackwater (read here: POOP people!), dealing with reluctant property managers and insurance companies, driving my daughter to and from Chick-fil-A, both to work and just hang out for something approaching eight hours on her DAY OFF, I became the proud mom of bigredtruck2 about a week ago. We were out looking for a car for my son, and found an adorable little Honda Civic that’s just perfect for a college student. Bigredtruck2 was parked in a Staples lot with a “FOR SALE” sign and phone number. We weren’t even looking. Bigredtruck1 still has lots of life left in her. You see, bigredtruck1 is a 2 wheel drive. Bigredtruck2 is a 4 wheel drive. As my kids will tell you. 2WD=feminine, 4WD=masculine. So, basically we bought a boyfriend for my Suburban. He isn’t new. But he’s beautimous! He has a leather interior and REAR A/C folks! We’re hoping the two vehicles will get together and produce a little Chevy Luv (even tho’ both are GMC’s and BRIGHT RED). I’d take a picture and post it of the two lovebirds side-by-side, but my camera got dropped at VBS and I no longer have one. Sigh. This is where I launch a shameless plea to win one of Pioneer Woman’s fantastic Canon Rebel Camera giveaways. Hey, it could happen….My friends are happy that I’m still driving a bright red Suburban, so they can spot me easily as I cruise the Q. We’re keeping bigredtruck1 for Caleb…lots of miles left, ultimate safe vehicle, since it's pretty much heavier than anything other than an 19-wheeler, and he gets his license next week. He was eligible for it a year ago. And now he’s had his cell phone taken away from him. But that’s a whole ‘nother post. The ideal thing about him driving bigredtruck1 is that EVERYONE on this side of town will be able to spot him should he decide to do something, perhaps….untoward….

Anyway, in between Chick-fil-A, contractors and multiple trips to the MVD, I haven’t posted much lately. And we’ll be going on a short little family road trip in the next little bit. Don’t give up on me. I know that most of my readers found me from Lidna’s blog, but now that she’s taken her blogroll down, no one will click over to me just ‘to visit.’
So, have a happy summer. This post was pretty pointless, but I just wanted to let the both of you that read it know that I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. I’m out…

Monday, July 6, 2009

Jesus on Tap

Saturday morning I was on my way home from the gym (after the first workout since surgery 6 wks ago—in pain and intensely disliking my BFF who made me go at the moment, but that’s a whole ‘nother post) when I got a phone call from a church member who had gone in to do some cleaning and general maintenance. “Not to alarm you, but there’s a small leak here at the church. We came into clean and noticed a smell. There’s some pretty nasty water coming out of one of the bathrooms and it’s started to go into the main worship area.” None of the other staff had answered their phones and I was the first “live” person he’d called. Hmm…not the way I wanted to spend my Independence Day, but, oh, well. I came home, decided to forego the shower and changed into some work clothes. Told Ted I’d be back in a couple of hours probably and off I went.

I arrived at the building and opened the front door and immediately smelled it. Then I stepped into the worship area. And viewed Lake Soul Rio. Oh, my. That’s all I could think. All I could say. Instantly I knew a couple of hours, a shop vac and a plumber’s snake would not make this situation all better. I called the pastor and told him I thought we’d be having service the next day in the parking lot. Since I’m prone to exaggerate, he advised me he was on his way in and not to jump to any conclusions. He got there about 15 minutes later. About 10 minutes after that, he headed out the door and down the strip mall to see if anyone else was experiencing anything like this. And stopped at the bar at the end of the row and visited with the manager and schmoozed talked with him about the possibility of allowing us to meet in the bar. He said, “Sure!” Actually, I wasn’t there for the initial conversation, but Brian, the bar manager, was incredibly nice and amazingly generous. After planning to close at 2 a.m. the next morning, he graciously agreed to come back in at 9 a.m. and allow us to hold our worship service. At the bar.

Jesus was on tap yesterday at Slate Street Billiards and Sports Bar. We were able to drink the living water and hunger and thirst no more. As I looked around our little corner of the room, caught up in singing How Great is Our God, I was able to see with fresh, Jesus-tinted glasses, that WE are the church. WE are to be the LIGHT. It’s not the building. It’s not the programs. It’s in not the numbers (although we had a big crowd, especially for a holiday weekend). This is not a new concept for me. After all, we were a portable church until last November. But the Holy Spirit was moving through us with such power, I was taken by surprise by the authentic outpouring or worship and praise. It was a little surreal seeing people lifting their hands in praise with a Budweiser Genuine Draft sign glowing right behind them. And yet, oh, so fitting. Jesus didn’t hang out with all the good guys, all the time. He was with the scorned. He was with the lepers. He was with the Ones that everyone else looked down on and sat in righteous judgment over. There was a sense of novelty, and many of the folks had never set foot in a bar. After all, underneath it all, we are Baptists. It’s good to get shaken (and stirred—couldn’t resist) out of our ‘holy huddle.’ There were some that were a little shell-shocked. Some that thought it was pretty funny. Some that I could tell felt like they were being slightly naughty, just by being in a bar. And some probably had a problem with it. But in the end, Jesus was ever-faithful. Ever-present. He promises to meet us right where we are. And He did. And the Holy Spirit dwelt among us.

Now the restoration begins. They called it ‘blackwater,’ and I’m told it’s a pretty serious bio-hazard. I threw away the shoes I was wearing on Saturday. And scrubbed my entire body repeatedly with Purell. God will have His glory through this. His name will be blessed and His love endures forever. If we’re in a temple, if we’re in a park, if we’re in a tent, even if we’re in a bar. He’s right there with us.