Saturday, June 23, 2012

BBQ Blog

I'm riding to a barbecue that my seminary is putting on for students who are starting in the fall. I'm dressed quite casually, and as I head out there I am wondering where I will fit on the appearance spectrum. I would expect that there has to be at least someone in my age bracket, and surely I'm not the only pseudo-hippie heading off to seminary.

I am super self-aware of how cliche ministry can be at times. There's a book called Stuff Christians Like (which is a pretty shameless ripoff of stuff white people like) that talks about all of the cliches and stereotypes of Christian ministry and when I read it I wonder if people realize that they fit some of the things in the book.

It may be a byproduct of my generation, but I'm extremely wary of taking myself too seriously. It's easy to treat everything like a very serious affair, but I think it's important to recognize the humor in some of the things we do so often. I am silly more often than I realize

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Power Out

Yesterday they were doing some electrical work at work. They started shutting off the power to each service area so they could test voltage. We have a rich history as a camp which is a nice way of saying that all of our electrical work has been scabbed together over the last 55 years and isn't currently up to code.

Anyways, I digress. They shut off the power in our dorms unexpectedly. In thirty seconds we lost power and internet. We were back to 1900 just like that. "Power's Out" I said to Ben (one of my many coworkers) and after I said that, we looked at each other for a moment and then began a serious conversation about a mutual friend. With no power, there was no rush to go do anything else so the conversation continued for a while. Nicki and Jessie (two other coworkers) came downstairs and joined us. When the power turned off, we immediately turned to each other.

I was disappointed when the power came back on. When the lights flicked back on and the refrigerator began to hum, I was scared that everyone would leave in mid-conversation and go back to their private world. No one did, but there was a brief moment where I was very sad that we had electricity.