Thursday, December 30, 2010

Gray

Saturday, May 15, 2010

We are neither |animals| nor |angels|.

animals- fully physical; indulgent in lust
angels- pure spirit; no lustful desires

We live |in the tension| betwixt the two.
If you have not yet read "SexGod" by Rob Bell we would encourage you to do so.


|Black| Gray |White|

Guess what. When it comes to relationships there's a whole lotta gray. We Christians tend to pendulum between two extremes--both hazardous in their own ways. First, as Christians we believe that we cannot simply go around indulging our fleshes' every desire. Fairly elementary (silver ring thing anybody?). The other extreme we tend to swing toward is a quasi-gnosticism (body=bad; spiritual is above and beyond the physical). However, implications of the incarnation, baby (literally) --> the physical world, our physical bodies, made of matter, matter. Oh the irony that we sometimes think matter doesn't matter.

Relationship application: Relationships cannot substantially exist or be built in simply a physical dimension; Nor can the physical be completely ignored if we are to be of any substance. As of now there hasn't yet been discovered some precise line of universally proper physical boundaries for each stage of a relationship. It is much easier if we go on believing there is...somewhere there lies a clear line between black and white, angels and animals...somewhere over the rainbow. Our relationships, at least all of those I've been in or witnessed, do not have precise formulas, spelled out, or clearly defined ways to grow. Rather there's a whole mess of gray--very messy indeed. But that's all part of the adventure. We don't have a map, we've got a guide and general sense of direction, from there we must use our own discernment and discretion.

[Still] Important to me

Sunday, November 21, 2010

(College App. Essays from 3 years ago. hehe)

Jillian Conner Hope College Application: “Something That is Important to Me”

The most important things in our lives are usually the things we put the most into: the most energy, the most money, the most effort, and the most time. It is easy to see where and how much people will invest in certain areas of their lives but sometimes this is not enough to measure true importance. The better question is how is it invested? That is why it took me the longest time to identify something that is important to me. What I did not understand was that there comes a point when we no longer feel we are constantly expending ourselves. Instead this certain aspect has become a part of our life, our identity. What has become one of these to me is the Youth Dance Ministry at my church.

Our Youth Dance Ministry began only a year ago as just a small group of girls meeting together once a week to dance, laugh, and eat brownies. It usually happens that where two or more teenage girls are gathered, gossip, drama and cattiness are sure to follow but thankfully this is not so with our group. Over the past year we have shared our stories and our vulnerabilities, which has connected us on the deepest level. It makes me laugh when I look back on what I used to call deep, meaningful friendships. Now I see those were just friends who were around me at the time, had similar interests and could tolerate me and vice versa. This group, our Youth Dance Ministry, is so much more than just a new set of friends—it is a community. Community is defined as a group of people with a common purpose. A community, though made up of individuals, is bigger than the individuals that make it up, just as its purpose is bigger than the community. Each individual contributes to the common interests of the group so that we can remain focused on sharing our faith through the art of dance.

The leader and founder of the Youth Dance Ministry is my dance teacher, Bethany Pellow. She continually shows true dedication to see the ministry and the people involved grow and mature. Because of Bethany’s naturally nurturing personality, her dance classes are often transformed into a form of dance therapy. Most of the girls involved have somewhat of a shy, demure nature, but Bethany has provided an environment where they feel free to open up. These girls who would never dream of even reading the announcements in Sunday School are up in front of a congregation of one-thousand, two-hundred people leading improvisational dance worship. The confidence we have all gained together never ceases to amaze me.

Bethany is more than just my teacher. She has been my mentor. A mentor, for me, has to be someone whom I respect and admire who is at least one life-stage ahead of me. Bethany is always willing to talk, to advise, to listen, and to care. This kind of care has been contagious; because of it I am now mentoring some of the younger girls in the ministry. I know what a difference it has made for me to have someone whose guidance I can trust and I wish to do the same for other girls. It is so significant when they open up and share with me about their day-to-day lives and the struggles they meet. I am able to look back and pull from my experiences and the guidance others have given me to guide them. The best thing is that they actually listen. Because I am not related or considered ancient, I am unable to receive the infamous “you don’t know what it’s like” in response to my advice. I am able to use my influence as a “cool senior” in a positive and very rewarding way.

The Youth Dance Ministry is a community where each individual supports one another emotionally, physically, and spiritually. We are able to reach out to the world around us even further because we have the assurance of that support. By learning to work together under pressure without snapping, we have come to recognize and be comfortable with people’s differences and preferences. We have had to engage one another in order to continue to bring ideas to the table, to create costumes, dance sequences, organize trips, rehearsals and much more. Because of this ministry each of us has become more the confident young women of God, ready to strive forward and make a difference in the world and that is something important.

Israel Trip (day by day)

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Thursday Sept. 30, 2010

i went to the--> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_City_(Jerusalem). Saw the --> http://orthodoxwiki.org/Church_of_the_Holy_Sepulchre_(Jerusalem) and the -->http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Western_Wall . we ate --> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falafel for dinner.

Friday, October 1

utilized public transit--took a bus to the main market called the SHUK (http://www.inisrael.com/tour/jer/vt_market.htm , it is the center of the city. Had the most delicious frozen coffee and pastries (chocolate and marzipan croissants). Wandered through the market and different shopping distracts. Delicious, authentic falafels. Bartered for some bargains; still not good at mentally converting sheckles to dollars (1sheckel=$0.28). Took the wrong bus back...an hour of scenic detour. Down time then rehearsal.

Saturday, October 2

realized after an unsuccesful attempt at using the elevator, being hurried out of breakfast, and seeing the covered tv's and computers that today was SHABBAT. Jerusalem does not take the shabbat lightly. We mostly rehearsed and practiced our pieces throughout the day with some down time in between. We had rehearsal at the Pavillion (a renovated theater turned church) with the band. After 3 hours of practice a group of us went out to eat--soooooo delicious and affordable. Food coma/sleepy time.

Sunday, October 3

Went to the GERMAN QUARTER to pick up costumes. Hung around there till 1ish then caught a cab to the pavillion. Day of Prayer for the Peace of Jerusalem from 2-8--AMAZING view of the whole city (included in view: mt. moriah, mt zion, old city, mt. of olives, west bank, david's city, etc. etc.). Walked up MT. ZION, visited the DORMITION ABBEY and david's tomb. Walked through the armenian quarter. Ended up eating more delicious falafels for dinner. Packed up luggage at hostel.

Monday, October 4

Early trip to the SHUK for amazing pastries and coffee! So good and so cheap. Packed up at the hostel, one last trip to the 24 hour market called "Yellow" (and funny encounter with the employees there), and hopped in the rental car with Bethany, Ray (trumpet player from UK), and Kurt our kindly driver (drives the dance company; from Germany). We drove to DEAD SEA: the lowest point on earth. Mostly elderly people (who can afford to) at the Sea; but really what kid wouldn't love a warm sea (air temp. was 105 degrees) which you can float in vertically, and which has the most delightful mud for mud pies. It's quite comical to see all these well to-do adults slathering mud all over their body. Somethings are just undeniably enjoyable for humans. Saw the cities of Jericho and Jordan form a distance. Drove through the dessert and the WEST BANK--surreal; Tanks and building reunions scattered about. Had arabian food for dinner, explored TIBERIOUS a little, then went back to our inn in MIGDAL (where mary magdeline was from--beautifully situated between tall mountains and the sea of galilee. magical at dusk)

Tuesday, October 5

Banquet of a breakfast at the inn--mango, cottage cheese, veggies, pomegranate juice--all fresh. Olives and figs from the yard. We went to the TEL DAN nature reserve (http://www.parks.org.il/BuildaGate5/general2/data_card.php?Cat=%7E25%7E%7E970478950), the NIMROD FORTRESS (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nimrod_Fortress), the village of MASADA which is occupied by welcoming DRUZE (http://www.everyculture.com/multi/Bu-Dr/Druze.html). Ate the best bakalwa of my life. Saw the VALLEY OF TEARS (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valley_of_Tears) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six-Day_War). Hanging out at the inn and hitting the haystack soon!

Wednesday, October 6

Church of Fish of Loaves, Mensa Christi (Table of Christ- where Jesus made breakfast for his disciples), Mount of Beatitudes, saw the JESUS BOAT, went on the worship boat, Capernaum, and TIberius. Met a lovely Arabic family who spoke practically no English. Ended up having us take a picture with their little boy and giving us apples. The people here are so hospitable. Highlight: Hassidic Hippie Jews who blare music out of their shady van, stop, and have random dance parties in the street. Learned: DO NOT tell men what time it is if they ask!!!

[unfettered]

Sunday, April 25, 2010

"O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above."
-Come Thou Fount


This fickle heart of mine has a case of extreme A.D.D.. It is distracted by every sparkling, shiny object. The most popular object often being me. Utterly fixated on myself, like some narcissistically preening bird (*sighs and shakes head*). God's goodness is so good, so great. When His light, the true light, shines on me it immediately catches and grabs my attention and focus. When I focus on that, His ultimate goodness and grace, all else fades and pales in comparison. All those earthly things, primarily relationships, that I put my hope and heart into are put into proper perspective.

His goodness is the only good thing; "apart from [Him] I have no good thing" (from my life chapter--Psalm 16). I know this for I have experienced, lived, and reveled in His goodness. Yet, please recall, my heart is a fickle thing and humans are a giddy thing ("Much Ado" and Mumford). I am unbridled and unfettered. I'm learning that all I can do is let go and let God; raise up and surrender this mess that I am; this jumble of a heart's longings, wounded affections, and tangled emotions.

I long to be daily infatuated with Him and His goodness; not me, myself, and all that revolves around me--but enthralled with GOD. "YHWH, take this mess for I don't know what to do with it, with all it's brokenness and preciousness." And gladly He will take what is offered: this precious, beautiful mess of me.

Because I tend to forget...

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

...an occasional reminder is needed. Even if it's from myself.
This was an essay of intent I wrote for my ministry minor application a year ago.
Please ignore the abysmal quality of writing (who me, put off writing a paper? never).

About three and half years ago, the beginning of my sophomore year of high school, Bethany, my former middle school cheerleading coach and a graduate of my small private Christian school returned from Florida where she had been serving in full time ministry as a professional dancer in the Way of Life Acrodramance company. She began teaching dance classes at a local church. Soon, she took me under her wing and became my mentor, which was something I was in need of at that point. First it was her just being a listening ear and an encourager. Then she started giving advice and urging me onward. She invited me to go with her to worship conferences and dance camps were I felt as though my eyes were opened to all new possibilities--possibilities that cannot be described by word of mouth but must be experienced. Finally I was getting so see where Bethany’s deep passion for dancing for the Lord was coming from just as little seeds took root in me.

The following year, my junior year, Bethany continued the Lord’s vision when she began a Youth Dance Ministry at my church. Being a student leader and a part of the Youth Ministry changed and affected me in so many ways. Aside from confidence and leadership skills through leading, teaching, assisting, and choreographing, by far my favorite aspect of the ministry is the people, the community which has grown out of it. As Bethany mentored me, I now had the wonderful opportunity before me to be a mentor to these younger girls. It is one of the most incredible privileges to watch these girls grow--as one coherent being--dancing, spiritual, mental, and emotional. Each person is a valuable part of the community, but I believe it is through Bethany’s leadership that we have learned to share our vulnerabilities, which has bond us together as a community. We found the common purpose of growing and sharing our faith together through dance. I have found that Bethany’s naturally nurturing personality often transforms her dance classes into a form of dance therapy. Most of the girls involved in the ministry have somewhat of a shy, demure nature, but Bethany has provided an environment where they feel free to open up. These girls who would have never dreamed of even reading the announcements in Sunday School were now up in front of a congregation of one-thousand, two-hundred people leading improvisational dance worship. The confidence we all gained together never ceases to amaze me.

Upon meditating on one’s particular call of ministry or one’s vocation it is hard to not get wrapped up in “What do I want to do? But, wait, what does God want me to do?” The two are not distinct, instead often those places we have most zeal are perhaps those places where we most share the heart of God. A favorite quotes of mine is by Frederick Buechner, paraphrased it is: Vocation is “the place where God calls you to is the place where your deep passion and the world’s deep hunger meet.” In these past years I have felt deep passions shaping within in me (for even writing and thinking on them has made me feel more alive). Dance is my medium and reaching out to others, both with dance and through dance, is my passion.

I have experienced and watched the transformative power of dance. I feel a deep passion to work with young girls. Teenage girls who are trying to form but often instead tend to loose their identities and sense of self during adolescents. I want to help them to search out and find these things. Dance is a wonderful tool for discoveries and explorations, for as dancer Martha Graham once said, “Movement never lies, it is the barometer to the state of the soul’s weather.” The body is the soul’s story teller; with its movements you can read that which words cannot articulate or fully express; As it should be in worship as well.

As I have become more deeply involved in dance ministry I find more and more that I have strong ideas and deep passions to see a reformation of liturgical dance, worship arts, and “Christian culture”. I believe the church, as a whole, is in desperate need of the arts. Not only corporately do we need change, but individually we need our thoughts, our ideals, reformed. Artists who are Christian (who fear being called “Christian artists” because the term is deemed degrading) should no longer strive for excellence, as I formerly thought, for whose standards of excellence are they striving? The world’s. We are called to craft our gifts, skills, and talents faithfully--to God’s standards. We Christians are called to live in a new way, to reference a Switchfoot song, we are called to “a new way to be human”. Therefore this translates over to our calling as artists. We should not be mediocre copies of culture, but instead, we should be creating and forging a new way in the arts; Showing the world a new way to be artists.

As a Christian and an artist I care very deeply about how my identity and gift relate and intertwine. I want to know how they can best serve God and others. However, I sense that often the biggest hinderance for Christian artists to fully develop and cultivate both culture and the arts in the way that God has intended is: Christians and their preconceived “Christian culture”. They follow their own ideas of what is right and good instead of God’s truth. Ignorance both binds and limits, for it creates an uncertainty and hesitancy where there should be boldness.

Dance is an extremely powerful art form because the medium is the artist’s body. The artist’s entire being is involved. I think that it is because of its very potency that dance is so controversial. Just because it is so controversial does not mean it should be forgotten. This gift of dance must be taken as a whole; No tearing it to pieces into “sacred” and “profane” categories. It is up to us to get to know the One who gave us the gifts--to know His plans, intentions, and visions, so that we may begin using these gifts in a way that is pleasing to Him.

The intensive study for the theology of ministry minor opens our eyes and gives us a clearer vision of where we are and who we are in God. If theology is like our fence and guidelines for Christian thought it does not bind, but rather keeps us safe and allows us a freedom to explore. If we know where we may venture out to (with full discernment) then we will not be left perpetually standing still in the status quo. As artists in the church we should be exploring every bit, every square millimeter, within those boundaries that God has given us. He has revealed to us that which is good, let us share that vision with the church in a new way and with the world that they might taste and see that He is good.

I wish to be a cultivator of culture. I believe that this is what young girls, the arts, worship in the Church, and the world need. I know I must learn to be discerning and have an alert eye. The ministry minor will teach me the theology, the guidelines, and the history of from whence we came. Learning these things will allow me to develop my relationship with God and others, my own gifts and skills, and passions so that I may approach my calling prepared and discerning.

[A few] Lessons Learned in '09

Thursday, February 25, 2010

This is a hodgepodge list I wrote a while ago about a few lessons I had (and have hopefully begun to learn) in '09.

-I am a human. Humans are relational and communal beings-->I am meant for COMMUNITY. Some of the sweetest experiences are all the sweeter because they're shared.
-LETTER writing is both lovely and undervalued. Personally I communicate, if not more clearly, more freely with pen and paper.
-LOVE. I've learned a lot about loving others. What does loving this person, this unique individual look like, sound like, and feel like?
-LIVE fully into this moment.
-Be fully engaged and INVESTED here and now.
-I still claim to be only a COFFEE enthusiast, but it does drastically and immediately improve my quality of being.
-POETRY improves life. There should be more of it.
-CONCERTS are always worth it. Always.
-KNITTING is great! I'm not so great at it...yet.
-Vanilla or caramel rooibos TEA is divine and my favorite.
-I am not a homework (or work) machine; that does not drive me. CREATING, CULTIVATING, and PASSIONS drive me. I am much more alive when aware of a purpose.
-Life is neither a tragedy nor a fairy-tale, instead it is a COMEDY. The ending is the same as a fairy-tale but it is a tragedy before the end. Providence is ever moving and working.
-God has a sense of HUMOR.
-MUSIC, art, and dance can express for the soul what words fall short, or even fail, to express.
-Life is worth living and I want to LIVE it.
-One cliché I'll allow: live, LAUGH, love.
-No should of's or could of's. Don't SHOULD on yourself.
-Be the kind of person you want to be, living the kind of life you aspire to live. Go CONFIDENTLY and intentionally in the direction you are led.

ramblin scribbles

January 14, 2010

i need people who will engage with me
not try to dominate,
nor be easily steam-rolled.

i need people who will engage with all of me
not just pick and choose
different aspects.
i am as human as you,
just as fragile,
just as fractured.

i need people you will earnestly seek to engage with all of me
not sit in passivity,
nor back away in fear of the messiness.
Rather, actively seek and pursue
let me know it matters,
let me know i matter.


Come to sincerely know me
And you can remind me of who i am
when and if i forget.

Come to sincerely know me as a whole being
And prevent me from fracturing further;
help me pull together into cohesiveness.

Come to sincerely know me as a whole being to be engaged with
And you will cease to objectify
and instead see me as a fellow person.

Relationship: Two persons colliding
[splintering messiness]
Causing a reaction of
Mutual Edification and Growth.

Lesson Learning

May 6, 2009

Do you every want to just kick yourself for not listening to bits of advice. The worst is when they come from yourself; when you have been “in it” and been working through stuff and finally have something of a “ah-ha” moment. Yes, especially these moments recorded with ink and paper. It’s having an “ah-” cut off by the realization that you’ve already had this realization, and there it sits blandly looking up at you.

Radical new epiphany? No, just me moving in a circle--that is, if there’s been any movement at all. Honestly, it’s weird that I often think the me of the past is wiser than the me of the now; but the pressure is relieved when we put all of it on the idolized, golden me of the future. WAKE UP! This is here, you are now. I need to be fully here, where ever here may be at that moment; or perhaps I need to be fully in the moment, each moment.

A recent theme has been “just do it”, not nike athletic themes, but the theme of quit sitting or standing, metaphorically and literally, and DO--move, walk, sprint, run, participate. Today I read a book titled “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”. A particular conversation between two of the characters stood out:
“Do you always think this much, Charlie?”
“Is that bad?” I just wanted someone to tell me the truth.
“Not necessarily. It’s just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.”
“Is that bad?”
“Yes.”

I want to participate and I want to be here. Those are two things I realized earlier this year that I needed to do, but then somehow I forgot. I definitely regret not learning these lessons, if you will, and wonder how things could have been if I had. How would I be? Who would I be? But I have decided not to should, would, or could on myself ever (perhaps another lesson would be to more graciously extend this same courtesy to others) therefore I need to stop dwelling and thinking after I have processed and DO: dive in and participate here where I am now. God willing, may this lesson finally begin to permeate and affect me for real.