Thursday, May 31, 2012

Holden Caulfield

Confession, I didn't know the reference when he texted it.

I quickly sought the expertise of google, and as I did my roommate confirmed what I already knew to be true.  I was way in over my head.  Of course, my roommie did her best leading up to the text to assure me I would have a good time, but...

Yep, you're screwed.

I read the book on the way home from Uganda today/yesterday.

This evening I ventured to Central Park and found the ducks.



Monday, May 28, 2012

Restore Academy

A few months ago Don Miller told me about his good friend Bob Goff who help start a school in Gulu, Uganda.   Last week I had the opportunity to visit the school and meet a number of the students.  Here are a few of the guys from Restore Academy checking out Bob's most recent book - Love Does.




To pick up a copy of Bob's book, go to http://bobgoff.com/lovedoes/

All proceeds from sales go to investing in the lives of young people in Northern Uganda.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Katrina Goes to Africa

Katrina Goes to Africa Take 2

Katrina goes to Africa Take 1 took place 8 years ago in 2004, a few weeks after I was proposed to at Spring Hill Camp's snow tubing hill.  We didn't get engaged, but a few months later we did decide to start dating.  That was pre-California, pre-

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Beyond Spring Hill

This past year I started a private blog called Beyond Spring Hill.  I set the space up to correspond with a former camper of mine who left his final year of camp an atheist.  That was well over a decade ago, but for some reason he found me on facebook this past year and we started a conversation. 

He shared with me early on in a facebook exchange a memory he had from his final day at camp.

"When my friends picked me up from camp, you and two others walked me to my car, and I remember you saying that you really wish I could stay so you could continue to help me. That moment has stuck with me throughout the years. I was a bit shocked that you would want me to stay after I’d spent the last three weeks questioning everything that was being thrown my way."

So this camper (who is now a man), and I occassionally exchange thoughts on God, faith, and life, but for the most part, I've failed miserably in sharing anything that resonates with his heart - or perhaps, in his case - his mind.  And I've also failed to keep the conversation alive, often pausing from our dialogue for weeks, even months at a time.
I wish the God thing was as easy as 1,2,3,4, but it's not.  Even after understanding and accepting 1 through 4, there is still more - much more.  There always will be.

Kind of like with relationships - there is always more to it.  Relationships don't finish, nor does God.




Wednesday, May 2, 2012

modesty.blogspot.com

Sacred Space - modesty.blogspot.com - the space where I first started to dabble in writing under the pen name Marie Devonshire. 

My favorite, and final Devonshire submissions:
http://modesty.blogspot.com/2004/01/love-at-first-sight-love-at-first.html

http://modesty.blogspot.com/2004/01/confused-identity-pen-names-stage-name.html

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Little??? I claim BIG

This evening I went for a run along the Hudson River and as I ran, Katy Perry's firework song came on... and it made me ponder, what is now my facebook status:

this "little" light of mine seems like bad teaching, turned into self-fulfilled prophecy... i propose katy perry's song for sunday school - much more appropriate for the grandness God has in mind for our lives: cause baby you're a firework - come on show them what you're worth... boom, boom, boom, even brighter than the moon, moon, moon...

It's no wonder so many followers of Christ live little lives.  We are brainwashed at an early age that our lights are little - rather than what Jesus told his disciples - YOU are the light of the WORLD. 

Although Jesus is the ultimate source of light and life, we, when filled by the Spirit, have the potential to be hugely illuminating, bringing much light to the brokenness and darkness in the world.

My light is bigger than the little we sang about in Sunday school.