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Category: Adventure

A call to connect and celebrate

We spoke Egypt living and Turkey adventures as we drove the highway connecting the two influential cities.  We could taste the tantalizing foods of the middle east.  Fresh juicy fruits, just baked warm bread, peppers with just enough kick, and tomato stuffed eggplant.  While we sat in our steel carriage, in our minds we traveled the other streets filled with familiar sounds and people.  Colors and trials alike filled our mind’s eye.

Then we halted in the present as we pulled up to the Mosque.  It stood out like a sore thumb in all its beauty among the shiny structured towers.  We covered our glory and removed our shoes as we entered into a room full of Pakistani friends and family of the beautiful bride who was sitting in the middle of the room.  Her eye was ahead on her groom in the other room as she recited her vows. She was stunning in her baby pink Sari.  Only after the ceremony were we allowed to intermingle with the men in the stunning artfully constructed area of the mosque.

Later that night we dolled ourselves up, mascara lining our eyes and legs showing modestly.  We entered a room full of lively colors in celebration of the new couple.  Some women dressed in the most bright of Saris and smiles, happiness emanating from their hearts and faces.  The table where I sat added a touch of white and black to the sea of brown.

After a grand meal with spices that illuminated the senses, we danced the night away to lyrics without interpretation.  I made eye contact with several people I never had spoken to but we were speaking the same language as we danced for the same reason.  We did not have a need to speak formalities, for that moment in time we were family.

At midnight while I was jumping up and down waving my hands in the air and laughing at who knows what, a joyful American friend hugged me and shouted, “Merry Christmas”.  I had forgotten it was Christmas Eve when we started our adventure.

What a way to spend Christmas being a minority, in the midst of the rich community of my Pakistani brothers and sisters.  For Jesus came into a world on the fringes as a babe, humbly.  Id gladly give up my tradition again to experience another’s tradition.  He came as the greatest gift the world has ever known and not realized.  He came to be the link, the networker, the connector.  He reconciled us to the Father.  His death birthed life giving connection between Heaven and earth.

What a way to end 2016 dancing those nights away to honor and celebrate a lifetime friend.  But even more what a great beginning to the new year.  This is the reason Jesus came to connect, to engage, to celebrate.  But how often do I just dance it out, sing it out, celebrate with no agenda?

Photo by Jerrika Morrell (click photo for more info)

Here’s to more unconventional moments in 2017.  May you not think you have to have the right moves, or shoes.  Enjoy the barefoot random dance in your kitchen, in your living room, in your yard.

Life is worth celebrating, abundance is worth experiencing through the One who came to connect us to a Kingdom beyond our own.  May we dance and celebrate more this year than any previous year.

“In a hole in the ground there lived…”

These past couple of months have been far from boring. Yet they have been like eating stale bread that once was sweet. Don’t get me wrong lots of challenges have yielded growth or other things. But that is how us Americans can understand things…if there was progress then not all is lost. That is so ingrained in my being that I struggle to pull away from that definition of success or victory or whatever it may be.

Much of the staleness has come from my own tunnel vision and strong rising anxieties. This week, I am taking a break from the norm in hopes of getting my bearings a bit. Emphasis on MY because I am very different than you. Im traveling to a familiar place and a couple not so familiar places. I picked up The Hobbit to throw in my bag for my trip (Im barely ankle deep in the book currently) and I was hit with my own reality.

Here in my hole in the ground I have lived the past few months with my comforts (though things have been lacking in true comfort). But as I live in my comforts my anxiety overshadows and work has lingered like a demon who’s broke through the boundaries. Deeply Ive burrowed into work, and who knows what else for right now I cant even recall. This is a good place to say, Im in no way saying what has transpired was “wrong” for it was a time I needed to buckle down and get shit done. But how I handled it is a different story.

And now. Im out on an adventure, one my soul has been yearning for for months now. But if Im honest, it was hard to leave without a level of insecurity–a looking back and wondering if I was crazy to set out on an adventure. I caught myself and thought it rather funny because who I am, is a person ready for a good adventure.

Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pinetrees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking stick.

-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

So here I go to find treasures, swords, and to have interesting encounters with people like me and others with an unfamiliar flare.

Peace be with you, and adventure too!

…And he moved away from there and dug another well, and for that one they did not quarrel. He named it Rehoboth [room], saying, For now the Lord has made room for us, and we shall be fruitful in the land.

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