Presently: Been at Passion::Atlanta for the last day and a half (can I get a woo from anyone who maybe went to a passion conference this year) and I’m listening to my new David Crowder CD and reading WR blogs.
So two weeks ago two of my roommates and me drove down to Orland to stay with my parents and go to Wrestlemania with 74,000 other people in the Orlando Citrus Bowl. It was an experience.
Being at home was pretty nice. Seeing all the familiar faces at church on Sunday actually made me excited to go home in May and start a funds push. I also thank God for the fact that I have two parents who continue to create a home where I can plop down anywhere, or even not plop down at all and just know it’s going to be OK. I think that’s what we really call home…that place. Having parents who continue to fill a house with that love of Christ are a gift from God.
Now I don’t always talk to my parents with the utmost regularity and some of these whirlwind trips home sometimes happen to constitute a large part of their window into my life. So we were driving back to Atlanta and my friend turned to me and said “So your parents could really wonder what you’re doing, you grew a beard, you’re going around the world…but really you’re actually getting your [poop] together.” And I just kinda said “Yeah I tend to think I’m doing alright, and if I was screwing up too bad you would tell me.”
My parents may wonder sometimes, but I think we’ve always been a family grounded in Christ and they know where my heart lies.
Fast-forward to this weekend. I was at the Passion conference (268generation.com) and in the last session we did “Marvelous Light” w/ Charlie Hall. It was good stuff and I felt so encouraged in the path to which I’m being led after graduation. I feel like over the last few years I haven’t always talked with my Lord with the utmost regularity. Sometimes I really feel that as I prepare for the Race I am charging into His marvelous Light. I’m excited to be afforded the mentoring and the environments to establish a life in which I can listen for His leading.
As I was singing really loudly and feeling at peace with these big life decisions in that time of worship, my mind first went to a conversation I had with my Brother and Sister over the holidays. My Brother’s wife just had a baby, and my Sister is now pregnant with her first. We were talking about how time marches forward. Life goes on, a new generation is born and we “move up”. We’re not that important, we’re just doing what’s been done for generations. I think that was an apt vision for approaching such a monumental experience. In all I do I just want to be another Man of God, just like generations before, testifying to the God that spans all generations.
I feel it and I pray that God would make it true, that in a spiritual sense as much as an earthly one, I would be “getting my [poop] together”.
