Well, the Christmas play is over. What a great experience! Three shows, three packed houses. The message of Christmas, and how this little baby calls us "home for the holidays" was powerful. We had several people give their hearts to the Lord, numerous re-commitments, and lots of folks challenged about their relationships to the earthly father and their Heavenly Father. What a privilege to serve and minister in a place where the arts are so freely expressed. There is no sense of "you can't do that...we're in a church!" at all. It's great to know there are no boundries for creativity; simply holding our work up to the Light of Truth for our Daddy to touch with His hand.
When you live in your passion, it's amazing what you'll do and the lengths you'll go to see God glorified. Tricia and I have been unsure about several things in the last couple of years. Where are we to live? Should we move? Should I look for a better job? Should we stay put? There have been many unsure days. After this weekend, many of those questions have been put to rest, at least for me. We're are here. We're not going anywhere. We're planting at CalTab and we're going to see things through to follow the "wild goose" as Eldredge calls the Holy Spirit. For anyone from CalTab who might read this, it's not like we were thinking of leaving the church or anything. We love the leadership and all God is doing. But I think we have always had a "we're here until..." mindset. We didn't "100%/burn the ships/no doubt" commit. You know, there may always be a greener pasture somewhere else. Forget the greener pastures. They may exist. But the one we're in is pretty green. We like it. Why change?
My job is the same way. Sure, it's not perfect. Name me a job that is! But I do well, I'm good at it, my boss is a Christian. My main office is 1.2 miles from my house (more on that in a second). My other office is in the town of my birth. I know lots of people there. My mom is still there. I make good money. It's not like I'm digging ditches or anything. I'll stay.
Now, the house is the thing. We bought our house in 1999, thinking it was a temporary thing. Again, we weren't necessarily staying in the area, let alone Schenectady, too long. So now, we're here. Committed to the city. OK. Now our house is too small. It needs a lot of work, which we've ignored because, again, who cares? We'll make our NEXT house nice. But this may be our next house. And our only house. We're staying in the city. But do we sell our current house for a bigger, nicer one? Or do we work on the one we have? We could add on and fix up. Tricia's brother does that sort of thing and there's a grant program with the city.
Our questions seem to have a little more permanance these days. That's cool, but scary in a new way.
What else is scary is my older daughter being 9 years old next week. She had such a great time in the play. I kissed Carissa good night last night and told her I was proud of her and she said, "Yeah, I guess acting runs in the family, huh?" Oh, boy...and Rachel's even more of a ham than her sister. Well, Rachel gets a pink guitar for Christmas, Carissa gets the keyboard.
It's about planning for the future. And the future doesn't just revolve around me. There are three little destinies under my roof (where ever that roof is!) and it's my job to refine and nurture them. Crying out loud! I'm just getting mine under control!
Well, that's life for now. I'm waiting for an evaluation, who's supposed to be coming in 30 minutes. We'll see. After yesterday and the play and church, I'm ready to go back to bed!
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