November 2009

We moved to this beloved city. 

I didn’t know it was on the beach.
I didn’t know about the beautiful country close by.
I didn’t know the people are genuine beyond compare.
I didn’t know what this church would be like,
what this job wold be like,
what this neighborhood would be like.
I didn’t know Trader Joe’s.
I didn’t know who our friends would be,
or how we would meet them,
or if we would like them.
I pretty much knew that I was moving state-to-state for the 4th time in our 6 year marriage.
I pretty much knew that we seemed to do nothing but find places and people and grocery stores and traffic patterns and home decor we loved,
and then we moved.

And for all I knew, this was yet another move.
Another job.
Another city.
Another big church where we knew no one.
Another dang fixer upper house that we would wait years and savings to finish and enjoy.
(And then maybe move again?)
Another neighborhood.
Another airport I’d get lost driving to. For months. And months.
Another set of losses replaced with set of hopes.
Another move.
But this time?
This time, we’re so happy.
It’s not perfect.
It’s not easy.
And it’s certainly by no means rote.

We have people.

A Grocery store. (Ehem, Trader Joe’s!)
A beach 15 minutes from our house.
A incredible running route.
A fabulous gym.
A great job. (Well, we both do.)
A great church that is choosing to love the world well.
And a city we call home.
They say it takes 2 years to find that. They’re right.
And it’s pretty nuts when you move again just as you find it.
But we’re lucky.
We’ve got friends from each stop, and we can’t imagine ourselves apart from the beauty they have shared with us, and the love they have made us better know.
And we have this life here now that’s not perfect.
But it’s fabulous.
It’s got Grace.
And of course, as I type it’s 11:07 pm and I just an hour ago found my daughter disassembling her 3rd generation adult desk by pulling out the screws with her fingers…
Our ample bit of crazy.
Here’s to those who have known and supported us along the way.
Thank you.
We love you.
We like it here.
We are grateful.


Guat Kids

I am on the Pastoral Staff at Elmbrook – a large Christian congregation in southeast Wisconsin

This weekend began our annual Harvestfest.

This is probably my favorite week of the year. In my opinion, it is Elmbrook at her best.

What is Harvestfest?

For me, Harvestfest is a week set aside to discover and celebrate what God is doing around the world. It is a time when the congregation intentionally steps away from focusing on self and turns to Gods wonderful healing mission in the world.

Last year’s focus was on the Middle East. We heard amazing tales of how God was moving to connect with people. Many of the stories challenged our assumptions about God and the people of that region.

Two years ago the focus was on Urban Poverty. While we looked at national and international cities, we also took a deep look at Milwaukee. Many in the congregation began to realize the challenges of urban poverty here.

This year’s Harvestfest Theme is Children at Risk. The scripture used for the week, at least on the promotional materials, is Psalm 10:17-18.

Lord, you know the hopes of the helpless.
Surely you will hear their cries and comfort them.
You will bring justice to the orphans and the oppressed,
so mere people can no longer terrify them.

This year’s Harvestfest promises to be another challenging and inspiring week with both global and local implications.

Please join us for a night of even the full week!

For more information about Harvest Fest, or to follow the blog, sessions, and workshops, follow the link below: