Before I moved out to California in August of 99 to study theology at a seminary just north of San Francisco a friend came up to me one day and said, "Jason, my prayer for you is that God will put you around revolutionary people." Funny, at that time I was also praying for the people I would meet, the friends I'd gel with and whatever else that was of concern to me. . . .
Last night my friend, Stacey, had a birthday party. She's 30 and is one of the most passionate, stirring, and genuine person I know. We had red wine and chocolate in this shared house on 23rd and Lake in the city, just off of Park Presidio. After an hour or so of mingling and so-whatcha-up-to-these-days we all (about 25 of us) gathered for worship. Pablo played guitar, Elijah keyboard and Brian djembe. I looked around the room at one point and here were over twenty of the greatest people in the world. People who had done service in work in Africa with people with AIDS. Some are involved with community development, mentoring, and changing the city in which they live. Most are artists who have a vivacious passion to excel in their personhood and how God created them. About ten to fifteen within that worship gathering had spent some time outside of the States doing some kind of work that was intented to bring relief, understanding, prayer, and good news to the visited people.
At the end of that last paragraph I was going to put, "Revolutionary indeed." However, after some thought I realize that that is what life is about--reaching out beyond ourselves, coming to terms with how God created us (strengths and all) and then excelling in letting that glory, that original glory be known to the world. So, I guess what I'm getting at is this: being revolutionary might really mean that we just need to be ourselves and by being ourselves we are subversive.
Peace be unto you,
Jason
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Glad you're doing this. Yeah...I like the care bears and barney alot too. Robert
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