So I’m at the University coffee house, Sacred Grounds, awaiting the completion of the office order. We get free drinks here because our office is in charge of operations, student staffing…stuff like that. It’s kinda cool, sitting here using a new iMac, smelling the ground coffee beans, espresso, watching students slouched in their seats, working on semester-end papers, but for the most part wasting time and chatting away.
Tonight some special speakers are coming to Real Life Ministries. They’re here all weekend, but will be doing women-only ministry tomorrow night. So, I’ll be heading there tonight and possibly Sunday. Going to Westwinds on Saturday would make for quite the God-filled weekend. But I guess that’s the way it should be. Went to church Wednesday evening, met with two pastors–one for lunch and the other for dinner–yesterday and now church Friday, Saturday and Sunday. That’s pretty intense, now that I think of it.
It’s good though. Meeting with Randy and Scott yesterday confirmed lots of stuff I had been already thinking. After speaking with Randy over lunch and discussing career path and heart direction, he took a stab in the dark by putting a psedo-job title on my heart’s desire. "I think you’re an artistic theologian," he said, noting my desire and knack for sharing God with people in unique ways–notably through this blog and my photography.
I said "That’s funny…because you just said in two words what I say in three through my personal mission statement, which is to ‘communicate truth creatively.’" An artistic theologian would be a person who essentially communicates truth creatively. I seriously doubt the coincidence.
Now I need to merge that with the name I felt the Lord gave me at the Wild at Heart retreat: restorer. Eldredge says that God gives people unique names that reflect their calling and identity in him. For many of the Ransomed Heart ministry members, those names were actual character names like Dwight Eisenhower or William Wallace. But when I asked God about mine, the word restorer came to mind and I’m going to continue to investigate that.
Well…UCOM’s six drinks are done…and they smell good. I’m off for the office.
