home/home/home/Home
i sent 73 emails out today. i think my daily average is around the 70s. a few weeks ago i thought i had developed thumb tendonitis. i was pretty convinced, but i realized space-bar tapping isn’t all that strenuous.
the santa barbara fall choral festival is on friday. i’m actually excited. i started working on this event near the beginning of the school year. we have record numbers! 530 high schoolers. 17 choirs. 15 high schools. 7 clinicians. 4 churches. 2 performances. so much spaghetti. aside from the grunge work, which is the majority of event planning, it’s fun to be a part of something as big as this. and i believe in what we’re doing. providing free choral workshops with stellar, professional clinicians to high school choirs who will be coming from all over California from Salinas to San Marcos for coaching and collaborative performances. sb news-press is going to be so bummed they decided not to media sponsor us!
1000 programs are going to print tomorrow, santa barbara bowl has agreed to have 10+ buses park in their empty lot, directors’ silly last-minute questions are being answered, digital audio recording requests for the performances are agreed upon, choir risers will be delivered on Friday morning, buses are leaving at 5:45pm not 3pm, i don’t think you can walk the distance between the churches in time, i don’t know how much it cost to hem your choir dress, just use pins and that sticky iron-on stuff, you owe me $70, yes there will be room for your grandma to come and watch you, etc.
at the end of every day, i can’t think twice through a workday. i just want to come home, sit with Mike, and eat my homemade breadsticks with Jen’s pesto mixed with spaghetti sauce. work/home/work/home/work/home
hm – but i want to arrive upon december 18, the end of the semester, and say my God is awesome and has been part of everything. at work, at La Cumbre, at the concerts, in the West Side, in the office, at Club, when writing those 3,900 emails, when writing the parent agreement forms, in the youthlife leader meetings, in each conversation with the professors, during my times with the kids. everything unto Him, all things through Him, nothing without Him.
it’s been easy to see ministry outside of work as sacred. it’s not as easy to see work in the office as sanctified. but i’m learning to pray without ceasing. perhaps I can be Home both here and there.
my Lord, what am i about if i’m not honoring you? what is my life worth if i’m not about your business in everything i do? how silly to think i can only honor Christ with a portion of my life. how little i think of you when i assume i was only created to worship this little and to experience only this amount of joy. my Lord, create in me a hunger for more of you and an awful discontentment when there is too little of you. all of me, the little i am, the most i have – i am yours. my Lord, draw me in and guide me Home.
