Sunday, November 05, 2006
My friends and I related fine, and as adults. First there was some astonishment when we saw each other. Hugs were had. The necessary questions were asked. Stunned looks were passed (I've lost my hair and gained significant, but good, bulk since the last time we saw each other). But then, we began making new memories after reliving the old one for only a short while. Most importantly, we praised God together with a new song, in a new way, on a new day. And that was what we did best all along anyway. I once wrote that I hoped I was far from finished making memories at DaySpring and this weekend helped me understand that I can and will make new and wonderful memories there. I don't know why I was so afraid I wouldn't. So, in that way, the Vocare weekend was wonderful for me. It was also wonderful to be able to experience a renewal weekend where both my brother and I were participants at the same time. That was special.
The weekend did not help me to figure out what my calling was in life. Parts of the weekend reinforced what I've already gathered to be my calling (and a good thing that is, too!), but there were no big revelations. So, I engaged the weekend on a different level. And I forced myself to make new friends and to not spend all my time with my old ones. And I did make new ones. I met some awesome people. I did spend some time with my old friends, too, though, yet in a new way. Like, I held my friend Lyndsey's 4 month old. The baby and I danced, and sang, and praised together - it was fun, and I'm sure it was cute. I talked with my friend Brad about his job and how he's buying a house. They talked with me about ordination.
Speaking of ordination, I had another mini one this weekend. At the end of the closing eucharist, the priest said, "Now we want to do something very special. One of our number is talking a significant step in his spiritual journey with God next month. In December, Ryan will be ordained to the priesthood and we want to pray for him. So will everyone come up and lay hands on him as we pray." And they did. It was incredibly powerful, moving, and a total God moment. I knew deep down, I guess, that I could not escape a DaySpring weekend without shedding a tear or four. They say that part of the ordination process is being lifted up, called out, by your peers. Never before have I felt that as strongly as I did this morning. That sense of support from my peers. It was amazing. Thank you, God.
The verse from the weekend was Psalm 16:8, and I'll end this post with it:
"I keep the LORD always before me; because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved."
I shall not be moved. I shall not be shaken. Because the LORD is always before me.
Awwwww.... you & babies & worship brings back a nice memory :)
haha - at least I had some experience to bring to bear on the situation this time! I didn't have to to turn to anyone and say, "Do you know what to do with this?"
Thanks for sharing, both this post and the previous one. My experience of events like Vocare and Happening--let me be upfront, that experience as an outsider--were never positive. I was always scared off, partly because of what I heard and partly because there was an element of secrecy around it when I grew up, and I didn't want to jump into a pool if I didn't know how deep it was!
So I'm glad to hear positive and balanced stories about such things. Perhaps someday I'll overcome the reluctance and give it a shot.
That is a good memory-- and one I'm glad to share. :-)
To paraphrase proverbs:
"Train up a baby-tender in the way he should go, and when he is older he will not depart from it..."