friday through monday was high school winter camp at hume lake. it was a beautiful time of snowball fights, sledding, and talking about following Jesus and letting our lives speak.
there were strange moments however, as if i was in the movie Saved.
then today was a day in SF exploring story and going over a ritual for this weekend, partaking in spontaneous conversation, meeting Craig Burnette of Out of Fellowship, and dreaming of an arts collective.
i'm spent.
The wind blows wherever it will, and you hear the sound it makes, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.
a theme in my life that only seems to be growing - as my friend Mark's blog is appropriately titled "the warm wet kiss of mystery"
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