Sunday, January 29, 2006

My Alibi

Not much time for blogging right now. It's not that I don't have just as many nearly-nothings to write about as always -- I do, and then some.

It's just that I am spending my high-tech time performing other mandatory procedures right now:

scanning job openings
writing resumes
writing cover letters
gathering contact and reference information
researching automobiles
researching Caribbean vacations
writing my monthly report
manually entering phone numbers into my new cell phone - twice (*#%!)
evesdropping on the monastic yahoo group I just joined
catching up on really old emails

Hoping to return soon. Or at least have a different alibi. Prayers, as always, are much coveted...

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Pulmonics

The thick peppery clouds of Por Larranaga flouting in and out of my mouth. The warm life-water coating my throat. My hands are already cold from typing in the brisk night air. Sufjan Stevens takes me on a journey to an Illinois I didn't know before. Jesus, your Spirit-wind wax over these beloved ones:

Alyssa: Jason: Paul: Melissa: Sean: Chris: Antony: Jolie: Connor: Rod: Dave: Don: Don: Mack: Matthew: Barry: Mark: Rochelle: Ashley: Tim: Jennifer: David: Jenny: Callaway: Tim: Ron: Ron: Sondra: G.W.: Sharla: Glendene: Hubert: Joei: Les: Paul: Tracy: Katie: Chris: Bonnie: Dempsey: Linda: Ryan: Mark: Brian: Bob: Justin: John: Al: Peg: Heather: Emily: Stephen: Steven: Tony: Lu Ann: Melissa: Seth: Joe: Joe: Kevin: Randy: Natasha: Alicia: Christina: Cathy: Reggie: Jessica: Susanna: Paul: Mark: Glen: David: David: Steve: Steve: Paula: Micah: Alyssa: Ian: Liam: Jan: Bruce: Jason: Greg: Enid: Danya: Rick: Evan: Leslie: Erika: Daniel: Andrew: Christi: Josh: Dave: Shawn: Jeremy: Blake: Matt: Mindy: Bob: Debbie: Mike: George: John: Brian: Michelle: George: Allison: : : : : : :

Beauty will save the world.
Christ, reign. Christ, refrain. Christ, enter. Christ, move.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Mammon, 3 More Pieces


Thank you to Arlan, Chris, Jolie and Al (the abbey's landlord) for your feedback in reference to my last blog. Amazingly, my head feels much clearer as a result of just trying to give words to some of the givens in my noggin. I've been able to pinpoint at least three significant middle pieces to this current puzzle:

1. I'm searching in earnest now for another job. The nearly two years at Central Market have been an indispensable portion of my journey and I have nary a regret about my time there. But, there are a pile of reasons why now is the time to move on. The two most obvious reasons are that most of the people I have befriended are no longer there (and we have still been able to hang on to regular community-forming times together) and that our financial scenario now requires something more substantial. [If someone were to say "I really like what you are doing there, Greg. I'll pay you to stay on," then I suppose I might re-consider.] I've got my eyes set on something in the academic world -- either some form of advisor role at UT or maybe even teaching at the local community college (philosophy?). We'll see...

2. I'm going to continue to cultivate my dreams of starting a small business. To begin with, I've got a lot of research to do -- not so much demographic (that will come later), but trying out ideas on people who are in a position to shoot straight with me. Early timelines and business proposals will be noodled out in the coming months.

3. I'm going to try to generate fundraising strategies for the abbey itself, rather than primarily for my family. There are a myriad of ways in which people and local congregations could support the Oak Grove idea, and it's high time I became a passionate advocate. Why couldn't someone support, say, Sean, who is also working in a service industry for peanuts for no other reason than because he wants to love people; or Jason, whose tremendous gifts as a drummer place him in the midst of an amazing missional network, but who has to try to live from gig to gig with no consistent income? I want the people who leave the abbey to have as much financial health as possible, so that they can be in a position to start their own communities and small businesses with confidence and minimal risk. Or maybe someone might want to help with our bills, or books, or a budget item dedicated to hospitality? Lots of untapped potentiality here.

Daddy, help me put this puzzle together.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Mammon, Outer Pieces


I'm really struggling with the "money piece" of Jesus' Way these days. I hope that trying to articulate some of it will aid a Spirit-led process of proper filtration. There's a lot at stake (methinks).

I'll try to use the method we use with Connor and his new dinosaur puzzles -- first take out the pieces that make make the outer border and begin to form a frame, then take the middle pieces out and put them in place one at a time:

When Anthony the Great (popular father of monasticism) heard "sell all your possessions and give them to the poor" he did it. He sold his substantial inheritance, made provisions for his sister, let the tenants on his parent's estate have the land, and gave the rest to the poor. He helped communities start little businesses, but the vast majority of the "profit" went back to the poor; not to financial security.

Working in a retail profession has definitely afforded me the opportunity to be "in the world." I've been right smack dab in the world's belly for nearly two years now, befriending those that the religious institutions have marginalized and trying to mirror their work rhythms as much as possible.

Retail work, though, by it's very nature, is in many respects the antithesis of the Gospel. Being reduced to a name that clocks in and out -- in order to help private or public owners or stockholders reap a disproportionate profit from mechanical labor is exploitive. Reinforcing the amoral principles of global capitalism, namely finding the place on earth where goods can be produced most cheaply and sending them to the place where they can be sold most expensively, is highly exploitive. Although many Christian friends and family may find this critique to be trivial and naive idealism to be dismissed with a cavalier brush of the hand, the God whose voice I am learning to recognize consistently whispers His desire for justice and righteousness to be part of my active worship to Him.

I can't work in retail and earn enough money to support my family's habitation in central Austin. More importantly, I can't provide my family with enough predictability in my working schedule for them to thrive socially. Knowing my weekly schedule 3 days in advance keeps my wife in a cruel jail sentence and places unnecessary strain on our desperate efforts at family and abbey rhythms.

There is New Testament evidence of persons being "sent" as apostles with financial support accompanying them in both formal and informal expressions. Paul eagerly tries to prick the church's conscience to joyfully give to those who sacrifice certain financial securities in order to focus their energies more fully on Kingdom formation. And yet Paul himself works extra hard to provide for his own needs, so that any money he helps raise can go elsewhere.

I've seen many people play the New Testament card (mentioned above) as a way to raise money for themselves to live a comfortable existence and have a lot of "free time." I don't have enough perspective to call this good or bad. It's just that I have grown increasingly uncomfortable with the idea of depending on the generosity of others for an unforeseeable period of time, especially without taking measures to begin providing for myself as much as possible.

The monastic ideal has always been to fashion a community in such a way that it can support itself financially. This, I believe, is easier to do in a rural setting than an urban one. It can also place a lot of energies on self-survival at the expense of spending time with others outside of the community.

I have an ongoing dream of starting a little business that can be an urban version of the monastic ideal. This brings up all kinds of scary realities: borrowing a lot of money to get started; having no business education; being more of a visionary than a detail manager; failing could be a financial catastrophe for my family; it could mean working harder and longer; it would put an even bigger strain on the fragile risk-taking balance we currently hold in our marriage, etc, etc.

I want to live simply, maintaining enough money for my family to live where we are called to be, to pay the bills, eat wisely, celebrate life occassionally, and to prepare for a future period of "retirement" and our children's education. On top of that, I want our money to be a blessing to those who have more desperate needs than we do.

Christ commands us not to worry about money, and to forsake it all for the sake of the cross.

There is another implicit nature in Christ for fathers to give thier greatest nurturing love and fidelity to their kin. Financial provision is certainly part - but not all - of this natural law.

Well, those are probably the biggest outer pieces. I think I'll stop here and study the frame for a while before I try to tackle the inner stuff. Please, by all means, tell me how you see the pieces fitting together...

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

SC are you with me?

This blog is a shout-out to the important people in my life back in Columbia, South Carolina. {I am assuming that there are still about 4-5 of you that may stumble over here from time to time.}

My earliest bloggings were written almost entirely with my SC backdrop in mind. I was naively eager to publish my new discoveries, not only for my own "ownership" of change, but also to challenge a few friends and young adults to jump down the rabbit hole with me.

This inevitably caused some of my SC companions to feel uncomfortable. Thus I entered a (long) period of really lame blogging -- writing only about things that were "safe" and uncontroversial, and being hyper-sensitive to how a variety of folks may interpret my words. I began to lose readership (back then I would occassionally check my blog tracking stats), probably because there wasn't anything worth reading and people could sniff my lack of vulnerability.

Then, disgusted with my dilemma and cowardice, I purposefully jumped around on the blogosphere a few times in order to (hopefully) cause the weak-stomached people in my past to lose my scent. Thus, pulmones was born with a fresh desire to be my whole self as much as possible. Even more importantly, I wanted to find a way to speak about things such that the hardlined emphasis on "insider Christians" and "outsider nonChristians" was basically ignored.

While this has been a good exercise for me personally, it seems that the notion of bringing all of my friends together in one space hasn't really worked. No worries.

I do, however (and this was the original reason for the post), wish to offer my apologies to those few readers that can by proxy represent my South Carolina milieu. If any of you have felt completely broadsided by all the recent talk of beer, please forgive me. I haven't forgotten you; nor have I lost my faith in Jesus or the baptist way of seeing Him. And I don't mean to belittle your reality with such bold descriptions of a part of my life that has gone from "godless tabboo" to "God-redeemed possibility." Altough I had to briefly turn off my hyper-sensitivity to you in this regard, I did not do so without conscious effort.

Would you, remnant SC reader, please pass along my love and gratitude to those who may have looked the other way somewhere along the way?

Grace and Peace,

Greg

Saturday, January 07, 2006

The Other Anunciation

Jolie and I are pregnant with Willis #2!

NOT anticipated, but the idea is (literally) growing on us everyday.

Whenever people have asked us if we were going to have another one after Connor, I have consistenly replied "No way. Unless, of course, God has a sadistic sense of humor." Well, now we know :)

The Abbey-dwellers have been abundantly encouraging and supportive, as have our family and friends. Connor is already talking about what a great big brother he is going to be.

How blessed we are.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Best of 2005: Beer Moments

[This will also appear at Brewmonks, a new site that my friend Justin and I have launched as an outlet for celebrating God's goodness as experienced through beer appreciation, etc.]

2005 was the year of beer for me. In February I began homebrewing at the Abbey with my friend Callaway. This only heightened my curiosity about the great beers of the world, and resulted in a yet another sphere of liquid refreshment that I have become highly snobbish about (coffee and tea happened earlier).

I'm currently drinking the Unibroue Edition 2005 as the drink of choice to carry me over into 2006. This may be one of the best beers I've had last year. But I am thinking now about the best beer experiences I had in 2005. Here's what readily comes to mind:

10. Guinness at Fado's on St. Aidan's Day. Fado's has the best Guinness in town, and the Abbey-dwellers and a few extra friends had a couple of rounds whilst I took the honor of telling Aidan's story.

9. Old Stock Ale from North Coast Brewing Co. at Callaway's birthday party. Callaway had aged this strong ale for an extra year and shared it with me and his girlfriend Leslie, saying "you two have had the greatest impact on my life this past year." An honor not to be held lightly.

8. Smithwick's on St. Patrick's Day. This is a pretty good red ale, but the main thing was telling my friend Tim why Patrick meant so much to me. The next day he told me, "you know, after what you told me last night, St. Patrick's Day is one of my favorite holidays."

7. Kolsch homebrew. This was our first homebrew and man did it taste fine! I particularly remember having a few co-workers over and trying it out together. I haven't felt that much pride since Connor's birth. Needless to say, we were hooked on homebrewing.

6. Several special selections chosen for a reclusive night on St. Martin's Day. You can real all about it here.

5. Our first homebrewed Abbey single. Callaway and I had just begun trying all-grain recipes and this came out brilliantly! I felt like an authentic monk. The best beer we've made so far.

4. The Czar by Avery Brewing with Sean on the deck of the Abbey in March. We were both new to heavy beers, and we probably felt the effects more than we were counting on. But more importantly, we had a great conversation -- the kind that deep friendships are built on.

3. Chimay Blue at the Draught Haus. Chris surprised me with the news that he and Jenny were pregnant. I rushed to the bar and bought a bottle of Chimay's finest and we celebrated the news with gusto. Greer showed up late and announced that it was his birthday -- so we had to but another special brew for the toast...

2. Chimay White at the Dog and Duck. It was Maundy Thursday, so I bought a round of classy brew for my co-worker friends (and Sean) and told them that this was my way of washing their feet. Possibly the most vulnerable act I made all year (had to be there).

1. Pubcrawling in Portland with my beloved wife, Jolie. Portland has more breweries per capita than any other city in the world, and we didn't even scrape the surface on our vacation. Still, it was great to share fantastic northwestern beer with my best friend. Highlights were the Rogue Public House and the tour of Widmer Brewery.