Nothing But Fancy

When I step foot in the divinity school I feel like orphan Annie in Daddy Warbuck’s house.  I want to run through the halls singing, “I think I’m gonna like it here!”  The thing that stops me is a future professor engraving me in their mind forever as the “first year musical psychopath. ”

I still have all the excitement and not the overload shock that some of my fellow students feel because I’m only taking one class.  Yes, unbelievably, the Board of Higher Education and Ministry will not let the little publications/office assistant off of her job for more than one class worth of time to get higher education for future ministry.  Therefore, I’m working full time and taking “Into to Hebrew Bible” with Douglas Knight.  (Despite the fact that he’s a Vanderbilt Rock Star Professor… he did not show up to class with an electric guitar… disappointing, being that we’re in Nashvegas.)  Regardless of the number of classes, I am so thankful for the opportunity to begin this journey and I pray to be a good steward of this remarkable gift!!

Besides the opportunity to combine my spiritual and intellectual domains in a grand and glorious grad degree, my favorite part of the journey thus far has been my INCREDIBLE colleagues.  It’s phenomenal to meet person after person that desires to change the world, pursue social justice, and eradicate poverty.  Due to past experience, I believe that God always finishes the things that he starts… to think that God will finish His goal through and in each one of us makes me want to explode with joy!!!!

Yet, with all of this excitement and joy there is still something deep inside of me that is unresolved and uncertain.  It’s not wondering if Div school or Vandy is right for me… It’s deeper inside of me, deeper than I can articulate with words… but it’s there and I feel it… mostly when I turn off the the noise and sit in the silence.  It’s deeper than I can reach and God is reaching it… these are words I read tonight from Henri Nowen’s book, The Inner Voice of Love:

“You are not yet there, but you are moving fast.  There will be a bit more pain and struggle.  You have to dare to live through it.  Keep walking straight.  Acknowledge your anguish, but do not let it pull you out of yourself.  Hold on to your chosen direction, your discipline, your prayer, your work, your guides, and trust that one day love will have conquered enough of you that even the most fearful part will allow love to cast out all fear.”

Love conquering all of me.  That’s what I hope this journey is about.

My second post ever was about getting my hair cut at a salon in NYC called Ouidad!

They are having a competition and I REALLY WANT TO WIN!!  Not only because I get to have my hair cut by them again if I win, but also because I am very proud of my curls!

If you have time click here to vote!

We leave Sunday for Italy!

If someone were to ask one of those famous “getting to know you” questions like: If you could go anywhere in the world tomorrow, where would you go?  I would say Uganda, India, Japan, Peru, or Brazil.  But when I asked my passportless roommate where she would like to go this summer on an adventure, she said: Santorini.  So I replied, “Great.  We’ll make it happen.  Get your passport.”

After months of planning and a couple hundred, ok… thousand dollars, later we have hostel/hotel arrangements, plane tickets, and PHENOMENAL travel plans to not only find the best Gelato in Italy, but also to find a bit more of truth, a bit more of ourselves, and a bit more trust in God all along the way.

Venice to Cinque Terre to Florence to Rome to Athens to Santorini sandwiched between two layovers in NYC.

God is SO good to me!

It is not common for a movie to resonate deeply in me or to capture my thoughts.  However, it is common for a melody, riff, harmony, instrument sound, or anything musically related to completely take me over and wrap me with it’s presence and passion.

The Soloist is a true-story movie about Nathanial Ayers, who understands more deeply that I ever could, how music can reconcile.  If you know me, you know I have a promise for my future that it will involve music and reconciliation… music as a means of reconciliation in all domains of life and health… to each other, to the earth, to our selves, and to God.

While watching this movie I felt God whisper to me… look it’s possible.

This “platonic love story between two very different human beings,” as director Joe Write says when he speaks about this film during an interview on NPR’s All Things Considered, was founded and based upon music — two people find each other and themselves through music and love.

While FSU College of Music is no Juilliard in comparison to intensity or location, I understand the dichotomy of a formal musical education and love for music.  The process of picking apart music to understand tonal harmony, preparing endless hours for juries, and sitting in classes to “train my ear,” made me wonder if someone could truly love music while also trying to dissect it, figure it out, apply pressure, and produce perfection.

The same tension arose during my internship at a Word Entertainment.  Could I wrap in plastic the same four chords over and over and sell it to teenagers and mid-aged women at the same time that I profess my love for music… and much more worship music?  Can I pitch, market, and price a passion that my inner being knows is rarely experienced much less captured on tape?

Mr. Ayer’s story puts to words and image tension I have felt my whole life.  In NPR’s The Real Story Behind ‘The Soloist’, Steve Lopez accounts when they both were invited to view the filming of the scene where they went to the symphony rehearsal for the first time.  Mr. Ayers decides that instead of watching the movie stars and orchestra, he would rather sit outside the Disney Concert Hall and play his cello.  Obviously, Mr. Ayers could not be torn from his music.

This past Thursday I experienced reconciliation in my own life through a group of friends playing music together.  This gathering, known as the “Sound Experiment,” consists mostly of percussion… a few kits, lots of auxiliary and world musical percussion instruments as well as some melodic instruments.  It was initiated out of a desire for genuine worship.  Let me know if you would like to join us… I’m excited to see where it goes.

I’m sure Mr. Lopez or Mr. Ayers never thought their music and reconciliation story would be a book then movie that touches and changes countless lives.  In the interview Mr. Lopez says that Mr. Ayers would like to one day help people with music, as a music therapist.

If you have a story of music and reconciliation… I would love to hear it.

At the end of February I received a letter from Vanderbilt Div. School Admissions:

“I am delighted to inform you that you ahve been admitted to entering class of 2009 at Vanderbilt Divinity School… selected to receive a merit-based award that will cover 55% of your tuition..”

To be honest my first feeling was releif.  I was relieved that I was accepted and I waited for the excitment to set in.  It is now mid-April and I’m still waiting.

I am a person who can get excited about the smallest things… why am I not excited about this new step in my life?

One credit hour at Vanderbilt divinity is $750.  I want to be a missionary.  If one credit of my law school or med school was $750 I would feel great about investing in my future financial returns.  However, my vocations future returns have nothing to do with this earth.  Which is EXTREMELY EXCITING… yet, makes it a terrible idea to take out a $80,000 dollars in student loans over the course of 3 years.

As for assistantships… it’s been said that Vandy, being an academic institution, usually gives those to PhD or MA students (the academic degrees), rather than the MDiv students (professional degree).  So, I’m praying that the United Methodist Church would like to pick up the tab for my educational endeavors.  The UMC, for the most part, understands the spiritual investment they would be making in me!

Regardless of excitement or financial issues, stepping out in faith is as scary as it is real.  I sing songs that say “where you lead I will follow,” “everything I am for your Kingdom’s cause,” “You said, ask and you will receive, whatever you need”…  everything includes not only my present, but my past and future.  MYSELF is the only offering that I have to give.

I am excited to see how all of this fits with God’s promise for my life.

Two different people decided to tell me this story regarding my more liberal political views:  The story is about a girl who writes a paper in a high school class about democratic policies, she worked very hard on the paper and felt confidant that it deserved an “A.”  She gets the paper back with a “C-” on the front.  When she asks the teacher about the grade, petitioning that it was a really great paper, the teacher agrees and says that she is right, the paper deserves an “A,” but the rest of her class did not write “A” papers and she must share her grade with the rest of the class because that is the democratic thing to do.

Ha ha ha right?!  No.  This story equates a grade on a paper to life and death issues.  How about another story I heard recently:  There is a man who has the AIDS and needs to take medicine daily to stay alive.  He falls in love and marries a woman who also has the HIV virus but does not have medicine.  He is now forced with the question, do I share my drugs with my wife and have a high percentage that they don’t work for either of us or do I give them to her and die or do I keep them for myself and watch her die?

The first story is about a grade on a paper, sharing resources so that everyone does well in school.  The second story is about a man, who without shared resources will die.

The stories go on and on, people who live not only without health care but also without food, shelter, and education… people in the States and countless more overseas.

I want to support policies that make a better life for everyone and reverse cycles of poverty… even if it means that I lose a good portion of my inheritance.

I just sponsored a child with Food for the Hungry!  I have a friend who was a missionary with them and I have been to 50 concerts where they pass out those cards with children on them and thought… someday I should do that.  My best friend has sponsored a compassion child for years… she inspired me too.

I decided to pick a kid 13 or older because they always get the shaft.  I saw this kid Ben from Uganda and it said that he likes music.  As most of you know, I love Ugandan music because FSU COM of a dear friend of mine from Uganda, so I chose to sponsor Ben… or maybe he chose me?!  His picture is below please pray for him!

Ben from Uganda

I recently heard a pastor teaching on vocation.  He quoted Sam Keen from his book Fire in the Belly.  This is the quote:

In a time when my life had gone off track my friend Howard Thurman said to me, “Sam,” he said, “there are two questions a man must ask himself: The first is ‘Where am I going?’ and the second is ‘Who will go with me?’ If you ever get these questions in the wrong order you are in trouble.’”

I have been thinking a lot about where I’m going.  I have also been thinking a lot about who will go with me.  I don’t think I’ve ever really put the two questions in sequential order… but Thurman’s order makes a lot of sense to me.  I know people who are happily married without a clear idea on where they are headed as well as people who are divorced because they were going different directions.  Sometimes I beg for God to bring me a partner, but I’m still unsure of where I’m going and even more unsure of how I’ll get there.

I do not think that I will ever know exactly where I am going.  But this new succession of questions makes me excited that God is clarifying the going question before he sends me a man who is headed in the same direction.

I want to be very clear with both Sam Keen and Howard Thurman when I inform them that these two questions are not just for men.  Women are not tagalongs on the vocational journey of men.  We are partners, working together for our mutual benefit and doing ministry for the benefit of the world.

On a business trip with my work I had the pleasure of meeting a man named Andy Stoker.  He’s the new associate director for children, youth and camping ministries in the North Texas Conference for the United Methodist Church (UMC).  I like opinionated people (I wonder why?!) and Andy definitely has his opinions about things.  One of them is so interesting that I want to share it on my blog.

He shared his observation about identity in the United Methodist Church:  The common United Methodist Member considers itself to be Christian, not United Methodist.

If you ask a Baptist person what they are (whether they are proud to admit it or not) they will say Baptist.  If you ask a Catholic person what they are, they know they are Catholic.

What’s the difference between these denominations?  The UMC does not have an across the board theology.  Yes, we publish a Book of Discipline, but the way that is lived out from congregation to congregation is vastly different.  Honestly, I love the across the board theology of the UMC.  It’s hilarious that you can meet a tea totaling Methodist and a Reconciliation Methodist in the same congregation.

I believe that most Methodists just want to agree on the majors and agree to disagree on all the rest.   Oh, and we like to eat a lot of food.  Potlucks are another common theme in the UMC.

This brings up more questions:
How do you build an “identifying” theology about getting together and agreeing to disagree over dinner?
Is there a way to build that theology without losing our spirit of open doors, open hearts, and open minds?
Is the common United Methodist young person with or without a church home just looking for a place to get along over dinner?
Will a “Methodist identity” provide solutions for the lack of Methodist students that grew up in the church in Wesley Foundations and Methodist-Related Institutions?
Would a common United Methodist theology spur more UM young adults out of colleges to join UM churches?

I don’t know the answer to these questions… however with the majority of my UM 20-30 something friends either not attending church or attending non-denominational churches… our future is looking dead and dying.

What is your opinion?

I have been writing a lot lately… just not for my blog.  I’ve been writing a essays for theological school admission, that explain my calling, “aha” moments, spiritual upbringing, and future leadership in the Church.

A dear friend read my essays.  She dedicated so much time to helping me edit and challenged me to show them “Nancy” in my essays.  Being vulnerable in my essays was tough, does a intimate and impacting thought lose it’s luster if you share it?

I realize I think and talk in tangents… so I write in tangents too, which is not so good for academia.

My best friend credits her love for travel to me.  I think that’s the best complement I have received in 2009.

I am trying to read the Bible cover to cover… I have always chided myself for not reading the whole thing sooner… but I think this is the right time to do it… I’ve always been a late bloomer.

I love my job, but my first publication had two main heading/title mistakes… I have spent a couple hours over the last days putting labels over the mistake… I am having to learn my perfectionism lesson again.  It is in my weakness…

The cold weather makes me want to curl up in a hole and die… unless I’m wearing skis and I’m on a mountain with lots of snow.

About a week ago my left eyesight kicked in.  No joke I can see 20/20 out of my left eye!!!!  I thought that I was just playing mind/eye games with myself but when I went to my eye doctor, it was the real deal!  I have to believe that God healed me.  He has a habit of doing such things.  My right eye is much better too… it has a bit of astigmatism and far sidedness but it’s around 20/30 which is amazing!

Maybe I’ll post how God has healed me in the past?  I wrote a theological school essay about it.