Drop by Drop

Growing God

2011-11-09T22:26:00.001-07:00

Just the title, "Growing God", might make us queasy -- it's almost as if even listening to the words "Growing God" will cause the God of our childhood to smite us! When we think of God in the three omni's -- Omnipresence, Omniscience, Omnipotence -- we think there is nothing in which God is lacking, thus there is nowhere God can grow. To declare that God is growing, much less that we could have anything to do with that growth, is tantamount to saying that God is limited, an idea anathema to the Unity/New Thought student.

Sidebar: Have you ever noticed how the state of appreciation seems to be at least one of the desired outcomes of any experience we engage? Even if the outcome itself is undesirable, we strive to find something to appreciate about the experience and, if recognized, the experience "wasn't a total waste"? I think there is a clue to our relationship with the Divine that is hidden in that striving for appreciation in each experience.

We pick up from the first paragraph: If God is All Power, All Knowledge and Everywhere Presence, can there be anything that God is lacking, any deficiency for which God can grow to fill? Consider that God is ALL -- as we believe Her/Him to be. If He/She is One, then She/He lacks the experience of appreciation. Appreciation requires contrast, and contrast requires more than one: a subject (one to perceive) and at least one object to be perceived. But if God is One (the Subject), then where is the object to be perceived? Thus arose the motivation to cleave, born of the Divine Desire to experience appreciation, resulting in the two Expressions of the Divine -- God and God1. To convey God1's experience of appreciation to God, the two remain connected at a deep level, thus God1 shares its experiences of appreciation with God and is appropriately compensated (more on that in a bit).

Yet God1 could only offer one perspective on God, so it was decided that God1 cleave again, resulting in God1 and God2, thus began what has become a Universe of different perspectives and experiences, the many expressions of God known as Fred, and Hilda, and Dorothy, and John.... each striving for the experience of appreciation regardless of the experience's outcome. Being connected to God, Fred conveys to God appreciation whenever it is experienced. As each experience of appreciation occurs, God benefits, adding to the store of appreciative experiences.

Have you ever noticed that when you experience appreciation, fully experience it, it feels like the experience of unconditional love? If not, then the next time you appreciate something, consider that you are adding to God that particular experience of appreciation. Rest in that awareness that you are growing God, adding to His/Her experience of appreciation. Then notice the unconditional love that flows back through your heart into your experience. It's like the 'read receipt request' you may sometimes place on an email to ensure the recipient has received the missive. That experience of unconditional love is your Divine Compensation for your deposit of appreciation in the God Bank.

Knowing you are an emissary of the Divine, on a mission to experience appreciation as much as possible so that you can contribute to God's experience of appreciation, does that change your desire to find appreciation in your every experience? And being duly paid each time by the return of unconditional love, is there any other compensation you demand?

Grow God, in joy.

Cultural Creatives: Our New Members?

2011-04-06T16:30:00.000-06:00

The following is an adaptation of an article to be published in the June issue of Unity's Contact magazine. This is, of course, similar to an earlier post but perhaps more adequately stated......

We are surrounded by a large and emerging group of people that share the values taught by Unity. These potential members of our spiritual community comprise a fourth to a third of the American population. According to several surveys of religious participation in America, nearly half of their respondents consider a “higher power” to be part of their lives but are religiously unaffiliated. If we could connect with a small fraction of this unaffiliated group that share our values, how large would our congregation be? What programs could we offer? What effect would our ministry have on the attitudes and conversations in your greater community? We estimate over 30,000 of these unaffiliated individuals who share our values reside in our five-mile service area. Our challenge, as with most Unity ministries, is “How do we connect with them?”

Described by Paul Ray and Sherry Ruth Anderson in their book, Cultural Creatives: How 50 Million People are Changing the World, the Cultural Creatives (CCs) have been identified by the Unity Identity Project as Unity’s most receptive potential audience. Arising from the activist movements of the 60’s and 70’s -- the human/civil rights, feminists and environmental movements and their associated groups – the CCs share a set of common values (see sidebar). While few CCs can claim to have been involved in those movements, most CCs trace the development of their values to the influence those movements had on them. Engaging the CCs in our ministries does not require we change who we are or what we teach. We just need to let them know we share their values!

Ray and Anderson emphasize the demographic profile of the CCs closely mirrors the US population, with the exception of education; CCs tend to be better educated than the population in general. Notice that the values shown in the sidebar match what most Unity ministers teach of personal empowerment and social responsibility. We can certainly identify many people in our ministry that embody these values. Understanding the motivations and decision criteria used by the CCs will provide insight into what to offer and how to structure our programs. We enhance your programs for those of us already present and ease the introduction and integration of the CCs into our community.

For a synopsis of Unity-relevant characteristics of the CCs found in Ray and Anderson’s book, visit http://tinyurl.com/4sdjwyr. You may add your comments or relevant quotes from the book in this document. Please follow the instructions for updating and commenting at the beginning of this document so we all may be blessed by your insights.

Are You a Cultural Creative?

How many of these values do you share with the CCs?

q love of nature and deep caring about its preservation and natural balance.

q desire to see more action on the planet-wide issues of global warming, poverty and overpopulation

q active in supporting important causes

q willing to pay higher taxes or spend more money for goods if that money goes to improving the environment

q heavy emphasis on the importance of developing and maintaining relationships

q heavy emphasis on the importance of helping others and developing their unique gifts

q volunteer with one or more good causes

q intense interest in spiritual and psychological development

q see spirituality as an important aspect of life but worry about religious fundamentalism

q desire equity for women/men in business, life and politics

q concern for and support of the well-being and freedom of women and children

q want government to focus more attention and resources on education, community programs & environmental sustainability

q unhappy with the divisiveness of the political left and right

q optimistic about the future

q want to be involved in creating a new and better way of life

q concern for how big business generates profits by destroying the environment and exploiting poorer countries and disempowered individuals

q dislike the emphasis placed on consumerism and “making money”

According to Ray and Anderson, if you share ten or more of these values, you’re likely a Cultural Creative.

You have built a prison by your choice to not forgive – you are the only prisoner and you have the only key. Use it.

2011-03-01T19:57:00.000-07:00

How often we think that our unforgiveness is somehow limiting the actions or the joy of the perpetrator of some perceived offense. Perhaps we think it somehow punishes the perpetrator. It doesn't -- it only limits our own joy and locks US in the prison. This is an easy lesson to learn if we only think it through.

Who defines "greatness"?

2011-02-21T23:08:00.000-07:00

I was scanning my email a few minutes ago and happened upon an "invite" issued by a Facebook "friend" to attend an event by someone promoted to be a "North American master". I realized in that split second of reaction to the stated "credentials" that I do not place much credence in such monikers. The fellow may be very good at what he does, perhaps a master at his trade, and the moniker may even be something someone else pinned on him, but I wonder how effective such promotion really is...

Perhaps a relevant question is, "How much credence do YOU put on such promotional adjectives and why?"

I'm reading a book titled Branding Faith by Phil Cooke about this very topic. Maybe the reaction that I have to these reputed credentials is testament to my perception that these are not significant contributors to one's "brand" -- and if this is not contributing to the "brand" for this particular person, then why use it in a promotion? Or maybe it is an effective expression of this person's "brand" and I'm just an "odd case".

Whew!

2011-02-01T21:44:00.002-07:00

It's been a while since I've posted. During that time I have been ruminating over a short piece that has been on my mind for the past 15 years. The book was started several years ago. Put on the shelf a number of times, taken down, dusted off, rewritten numerous times in the first several chapters but never getting to the end. I was grappling with the content of the book, not seeing what I had to say as deserving of a 250 page trade publication like so many authors were writing. Without that content length, I figured publishers would not want to waste their time.

Then along came Kindle. Obviously, Kindle has been around for several years but it recently came to my attention that it would be a great platform for shorter books. I noticed today that TED now has books published by its presenters on the Kindle platform in the genre called "Kindle Singles."

In any case, the awareness of the Kindle publishing channel gave me the motivation to finish the book. I wouldn't have to run the gauntlet of finding an agent, submitting the publication, waiting for an answer.... I could just finish the book, submit it for publishing and viola' -- a published author.

About 10 years ago I took a little workshop from Joe Sabah, a Denver-based proponent of professional speakers. He has a database of radio talk show hosts and suggests that authors get their works publicized through radio. Apparently it is a "ready market" if you have something a bit out of the ordinary to talk about -- or at least a provocative way of saying ordinary things :).

Being published on the Kindle platform in a few days will give me the means of distributing the book without the upfront production costs of printing a book, make the distribution easy (via Amazon for the Kindle, iPad, iPhone, Android and Blackberry devices), ease of modifying the book should I decide to add to it or change it after publication. Plus it can be priced in the $3 range to make it a easy to justify purchase.

The electronic publishing industry is going to revolutionize and democratize the authoring process!

So watch for it, "Joy: A Simple Choice" is coming soon!

Are You One?

2010-09-01T17:42:00.002-06:00

Paul Ray and Sherry Anderson ten years ago wrote the book, "Cultural Creatives: How 50 Million People Are Changing the World". In it they describe the characteristics of that group within our midst they call the "cultural creatives" (CCs). Chances are you are one of them.

The values shared by the CCs, according to Ray and Anderson, are:

Authenticity, actions must be consistent with words & beliefs
Engaged action & whole process learning; seeing the world as interwoven & connected
Idealism & personal activism
Globalism & ecology
Women's/children's rights
Altruism
Self-actualization
Spirituality

Because of these values, CCs often feel alone in their worldview. Secular society has seemingly veered off course into a realm of "ME First" and profit-based values. Traditional religion serves very few of them because of what they consider to be its outdated mores and medieval/magical tenets. With no sense of belonging to a greater community, the CCs usually just "do their own thing" and live life as best they can. Sound familiar?

The good news is that there is a greater incipient community of CCs that are recognizing the value of coming together, sharing ideas, gathering an intentional circle of like-minded seekers and feeling safe and welcome, regardless of their beliefs -- and you can be part of it!

Living Water Unity is one such community. We have lots of opportunity to get to know each other, to be exposed to new ideas and to share our experiences with like-minded individuals. Yes, you might even run into an old friend or make a few new ones.

Our Wednesday evening programs, broadly titled "Sacred Encounter", are a few of the examples of new experiences in which you can explore YOUR worldview and test YOUR ideas in the laboratory of your own life.

Why Living Water Unity?

2010-07-22T15:58:00.010-06:00

"Why should I care about whether Living Water Unity thrives or dies (apart from the personal connection offered with the many present and potential friends I have established here)?" Closely related to that question is, "How can I help this ministry thrive?"

A demographic study was made for our present location to understand our “market” more completely. The study was based on the 2000 US Census data (and updated in 2008 with estimates by the Census Bureau of changes to the data). Coupled with two rules of thumb used in the church growth consulting community and several other national surveys, we compiled the estimates of the potential audience of our ministry. The analysis is available for anyone with MS Excel or Open Office and an email address. Contact the church office for a copy (livingwaterunity@comcast.net).

Several national surveys conducted over the last 15 years have estimated the theological and religious opinions held by the US population. In one survey conducted by CNN and USA Today about 10 years ago (and substantiated in other surveys), about 40% of the adult population of the US say they they are a member of a church community (the survey stipulated attendance of at least once a month to be considered “a member” – no other commitment of affiliation was required). Of the population, more than 90% stated that their world-view included a “higher power” (no name of the Divine was specified). Where do the unaffiliated “50%ers” receive their inspiration to explore their relationship with that Divine Presence which is part of their world-view?

As we look at the contrast between new thought theology (as taught by Unity, Religious Science, Divine Science, Johnnie Colemon Ministries, etc) and mainstream/evangelical Christian theology, one salient difference that new thought students likely agree upon is that a theology of empowerment is taught in new thought communities and a theology of dependence is taught in mainstream and evangelical churches. That is, on the one hand, “I have the power and responsibility to be in the awareness of the presence of Divinity all the time” (empowerment theology). On the other hand, 1) “Jesus must have interceded for me because I couldn’t redeem myself” and 2) “because I am naturally a sinner, the ‘grace of God’ is all that’s keeping me from eternal damnation” (dependence theology). The reality of this difference is not important – it is the perception of the reality of this difference that is critical to those considering affiliation with any given ministry. Why are the “50%ers” unaffiliated with a church? Obviously, there are lots of reasons, but one significant reason could be that they find the dependence theology does not work for them. THOSE people could find the empowerment theology of new thought to be an effective way to explore their relationship with the divine AND more effectively construct their lives.

How many of the “50%ers” are there in our market area? The market area is defined by two rules of thumb mentioned above: 1) a person will typically travel no more than 5 miles to try out a new church, 2) a person presently affiliated with a church (or ‘denomination’ such as Unity) will typically not travel more than 20 minutes to attend if the church moves or if they move. The following map shows the 5 mile service area associated with each closest Unity church (Columbine Unity, Unity Temple, Mountain Light Unity and High Country Unity), the approximate 20 minute commute range and the line marking the area within which the residents are closer to Living Water than to other Unity communities. This megaphone shaped area represents our marketplace. Obviously, the “shadow” of Mile High Church of Religious Science affects this demographic study, and because of its extensive programs will draw congregants from a greater distance. But as we have recently seen, its size can also be a deterrent for some potential congregants.

Nonetheless, for purposes of this study, we can use the census data to estimate the number of people within our five mile service area (red circle above) or closer to our church than other Unity churches (green lines above) AND within the 20 minute commute (blue circle above).

The total number of families in the five mile service area and 20 minute commute (and outside the 5 mile service area) are 63,000+ and 131,000+, respectively. The total population is 195,000+ and 400,000+. How many “50%ers” are in the five mile area? 32,500 families and 97,500 people. Within a 20 minute commute beyond the 5 mile service area? 65,000 families and 200,000 people. This is a huge potential audience for our uniquely located ministry!

Back to the original question: why should we invest our efforts in continuing this community? Because we have an extraordinary opportunity to make our teachings available to a significant number of people that will find our theology useful and fulfilling. This was our founding minister’s motivation to get into ministry in the first place – and it could be your motivation to help this ministry thrive. Our ministry’s challenge, of course, is to “get the word out.”

Charles Arn, of the consulting firm Church Growth, Inc., states that within growing churches, over 70% of the congregants that have been in the church for more than one year were invited by a friend. Further, the typical member of a growing church met at least 7 new friends in the church.

Two keys to a thriving ministry are: 1) congregants make a habit of inviting friends that are unaffiliated with another church or find their other church unfulfilling, and 2) the church have programs in place that allow people to meet new friends.

How can you help Living Water Unity thrive? Perhaps these two words will inspire you: invite your friends and participate in its programs. Simply put: help others make new friends at Living Water Unity.

If Prayer Works....

2010-07-02T11:01:00.006-06:00

OK, I'm going to step out on a limb here, with saw in hand...

I've noticed a great deal of prayer work going on (Facebook groups, email chains, news reports) to try to 'fix' the BP oil spill and heal the Gulf of Mexico's waters. So here's the question, "If prayer works, then why are we continuing to see those remote cameras monitoring the well-head showing spewing oil?" Is God asleep or otherwise not paying attention to our prayers? Or are we inept 'prayors'? Or perhaps it's that this spill is even too big for God to fix? Or maybe God is punishing us for our making an idol of 'profit'? Or.... (insert your own radical supposition here)

I'm in the camp that declares "prayer works". But I do not see prayer as a means of fixing circumstances. To assert that it would 'fix it' would be to declare that either a) my perception of events is better than God's, therefore my input is necessary for God to take corrective action on what was negligently overlooked, b) God somehow needs my prayerful energy to right the wrong, i.e. God's power is limited save my participation, or c) God doesn't care enough about us to pay attention to our 'problems', therefore my prayers are probably useless anyway.

In all the invitations to pray for the Gulf, I have heard no one, not even New Thought ministers, state a prayer such as, "Father/Mother God, guide us in our release of our addiction to oil. Help us reform our thinking to see a 'present' where we recognize the effects of our 'need for speed' and our 'need for the unusual' have on our precious home planet and the precious web of life in which we reside -- and thus, help us make our decisions on the use of our precious resources, not just on the cash we give up, but on the price that is paid by each precious resident of this web of life." That's not to say that no such prayers are being offered but I think you'll agree that the prayer hullabaloo is about 'fixing it'.

Prayer works when it addresseses what needs to be fixed -- our own consciousness.

For an elaboration of this view, see
http://livingwaterunity.org/picks/Documents/Prayer_as_a_Tool_for_Spiritual_Awakening.htm

Reconciling the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine

2010-06-26T00:53:00.001-06:00

As I edited last Sunday's talk video for the website I noticed that I repeatedly used the term "reconcile" when I spoke of assimilating the characteristics of the Divine Feminine and the Divine Masculine into our consciousness. After delivering the talk, I was somewhat puzzled as to why I had chosen that particular word -- I felt it might have been better to use the word "integrate". But as I look forward to this coming Sunday talk, I realized that "reconcile" is exactly correct in the context I was using it.

The characteristics of the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine are complementary -- nurturing and transforming, for examples. One is to take what is and help it develop to the fullness of what it can be; the other is to take what is and change it, or to use a currently popular word in the business environment -- to "re-purpose" it (is that hyphenated or not?). Empathy and inspiring, compassionate and passionate, forgiving and asserting, etc. Fulfilling the feminine imperative will often take us along a different path than fulfilling the masculine imperative.

If we are expressing our Divine Wholeness, with the facilities of the feminine and masculine readily accessible to us in each moment, how do we decide which imperative to follow in a given situation?

Hmmmmm. Perhaps we'll find out on Sunday.....

The Key to Happiness

2010-06-15T00:37:00.000-06:00

A wise old man was explaining to his grandson that there lives within each person two dogs, one dog that brings you joy and one dog that brings you pain -- and that they are in a constant battle for your attention. Give the dog attention and you will experience what he brings you -- joy or pain. The young man asked, "Which dog will win the battle?" The old man said, "The dog you feed." Have you found that to be true for you?

It seems to me that happiness is that way. In last week's blog I noted a definition of happiness as that state of well-being characterized by emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy. We choose in each moment, whether we care to admit it or not, what our experience of that moment will be.

We have both of those dogs, barking pain and barking joy, vying for our attention. We choose to feed one of those dogs at any given time. And we feed only one or the other in any instant of time. But each minute we feed one dog, we cannot feed the other.

The dog of pain thrives on anger, resentment, guilt, blame. You got anger in your heart right now? You're feeding the pain dog. The dog that brings joy eats only love. Your love nourishes only the joy dog.

Today you've got exactly the same amount of time as every other person on the planet -- 24 hours. Which dog are you going to feed this minute? If you feed one, you won't have as much time to feed the other. Which dog do you want to survive? Your choice.

The Pale Blue Dot

2010-06-12T01:28:00.001-06:00

Were you a fan of Cosmos, the PBS series hosted by Carl Sagan? You might guess that I was a fan. But the most impressive thing that I have come across from the mind of Carl Sagan is played at this link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p86BPM1GV8M.

The image is a photo taken by the space probe Voyager, at the suggestion of Sagan, as it moved along its trajectory past Saturn and into the void of the far reaches of the Solar System and looking back at its planet of origin. The narrative is written and read by Sagan.

Every time I hear this, I am expanded and lifted.

In joy!

Niburu in 2012?

2010-06-11T23:25:00.007-06:00

Alas, my expressed interest in astronomy is attracting some interesting questions. I was recently asked if I have seen "the approaching Niburu". The back-story: An archeologist, Zecharia Sitchin, wrote a book in 1976 called "The Twelfth Planet". Some have called it "Planet X", others have named it "Niburu" or "Nibiru". When the dwarf planet Sedna was discovered in 2003, some were sure it was the "fabled" Niburu. Observations have shown that Sedna is located well beyond the orbit of Pluto in a highly elliptical orbit -- about 75 times the distance from the earth to the Sun (that distance is known to astronomers as 1 Astronomical Unit or AU) at its closest approach and 975 AU at its farthest (it's about 90 AU from the Sun presently). Sedna has what is estimated to be a 10,500-12,000 earth-year orbit around the Sun.

Another group of people are convinced that the imaginary Niburu is not the real Sedna, but is instead another planetoid or larger planet now on its way into the inner solar system, presently located at about the orbit of Saturn. The "planetary cataclysmists" would like to have us believe that Niburu's arrival in the inner solar system will make its closest approach to Earth on Dec 21, 2012.

(Are we going to have to arrive at January, 2013, before people start to realize that the Mayans didn't continue their calendar past the end of their calculated epoch because they didn't yet have anything to say about the time that followed? Personally, I don't need a calendar showing a particular date unless I have something I want to plan for during that period. I'm just sayin'......)

(For more "information" on Niburu, see http://www.logical2012.info/nibiru_p3.htm.)

Having just read the above website, my reaction is "Whew!" Remember the cartoon illustration of the bearded, scruffy-looking fellow carrying a sandwich board that said, "The end is near", with a piano shown in mid-air over his head? That was the image that came to mind as I read the above website.

How much mental effort do we waste entertaining doomsday scenarios such as the impending doom of 2012? This Niburu story, of course, is an example some of us look at in curious amazement. But why should we be surprised that this 2012 doomsday scenario is a popular idea? A poll of Americans taken by CBS in 2004 showed that fully 55% believed that God created people in their present form as it is written in the Bible. (http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/11/22/opinion/polls/main657083.shtml)

But here's a question that hits closer to home: How much mental effort do YOU waste entertaining doomsday scenarios in YOUR life? A related question: How much mental energy do you drain away in the "coulda', woulda', shoulda's"?

I recently ran across the definition of happiness as the state of well-being characterized by emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy. When we are occupied with the doomsday scenarios and the less obviously distracting "coulda', woulda', shoulda's", we waste our mental energy that could alternatively be focused on the emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy. Those distractions, which most of us experience to one degree or another, rob us of that potential increment of happiness that could have been experienced in that otherwise wasted moment. (this paragraph deserves elaboration -- a topic for a future blog??).

Know you're blessed, all the time.

Is there Life anywhere else?

2010-06-04T21:40:00.006-06:00

Since writing the talk given last Sunday dealing with the immensity of the Universe, and anticipating the talk to be given this week on the miracle of life, I have revisited the arguments make by Frank Drake and Carl Sagan back in the 70's for the inevitability of some form of life showing up in many other places in the Universe.

In my early encounter with this question, the argument was used that the location of the Earth is so special, so unique, that the chances of other planets being found with the same set of environmental characteristics to be next to nothing. I remember very clearly riding the bus home from school (we lived on a farm about 12 miles out of our very small town of Brashear, MO) and pondering what my fifth grade teacher had said that day. That may have been my first experience of realizing that "grown-ups don't know everything."

But think about it -- astronomers estimate that in the visible Universe there are perhaps a trillion galaxies with an average of at least 50 billion stars in each.

Let's put that in perspective before we get lost in the trail of all those zeros. A billion pennies would fill our sanctuary of 32'x50'x11'. A trillion pennies would fill an area of about 1 mile long by 300' wide piled 11' high. Multiply that by 50 billion -- if a penny represented each star, you'd have the volume of a cube measuring over 90,000 miles on each side, filled with pennies. OK, so that's a lot of pennies -- and stars.

Astronomers are also finding that about ten percent of the sun-like stars have planetary systems. Of all the stars out there, about 2% are like our sun -- long lived, relatively steady energy output, relatively "hospitable" to evolving life forms. Just a mere .2% of those pennies stacked in that cube that measures 90,000 miles on a side (i.e. 9,000 miles long by 9,000 miles wide by 18,000 miles high -- in pennies) -- that's how many "life hospitable" stars would have planetary systems that could contain an earth-like planet. But that's still a LOT of planetary systems around "hospitable" stars in the universe within which Earth-like planets could exist.

Of course, "Earth-like" is not a prerequisite for life. Just last week I read that it is entirely possible that life may presently exist on Titan, the largest of Saturn's moons. The Cassini probe is finding less hydrogen and less acetylene (yes, the torch fuel that welder's use) at low elevations of Titan than is expected based upon what we do know about Titan's atmospheric chemistry. One explanation of that deficit of hydrogen and acetylene is that there is a Titanian microbe digesting it. Hmmmm. Would we qualify that as life? Of course! http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/06/100606103125.htm

Even if such a microbe is constantly feasting on torch fuel right in our "backyard", we wouldn't expect to communicate with it for another few hundred million years. Are we the only higher life form in the universe (i.e. technologically advanced and able to communicate)? I am certain the answer is "no". Will we ever encounter those other higher life forms? Based upon what we presently know of physics and the energy it would take to move a vehicle of any size across the vast distances of space, it's unlikely. However, to assume that we fully understand the laws and limitations of physics hearkens back to the statement made in the early 1800's by one of the leading scientists of the time that "we know all we need to know about the universe. Further research is unnecessary". According to him, all we had to do was apply that knowledge!

Will we ever encounter those alien life forms? Who knows. Maybe we already have. There seems to be mounting evidence that many of what we have called unidentified flying objects are something other than "swamp gas" or weather balloons.

Isn't this process of discovery interesting?

Know you're blessed -- all the time.

Our Ministry's Intention

2010-05-18T13:57:00.002-06:00

We have an affirmation that we say every Sunday to open our church service: "Living Water Unity opens a healing space in which I am nurtured and empowered to realize the indwelling Christ." Perhaps some dissembling of this affirmation will explain a lot about our ministry.

"... to realize the indwelling Christ": That's it. That's what we're about!

But this is not a "corporate experience", it's an individual experience. We are told repeatedly and in many different ways that we are the harbor of the Christ. What does that mean? MY understanding is that the Spark of the Divine, the One Son of God, the Messiah (translated to the Greek the word becomes the "Christos" or in English, the "Christ") is resident in each of us to express as we choose. Unfortunately, we forget that we have the opportunity in every situation and relationship to be that expression.

That's why "empowered" is important. We not only need to be reminded that we have that opportunity, we need to learn what tools are available to us to remember and act upon our opportunity. In Unity we have four basic tools -- meditation, prayer, affirmations and denials -- that shift us from our habitual thoughts to our empowering thoughts. In our Sunday talks, our classes, our service opportunities and our private practice, we learn new ways to express that Christedness of which we are all equally bequeathed.

But often we need to be gently guided into the awareness of our inheritance -- thus, "nurturing" is an important step. Our counseling services, our social activities, even the new friends that we make in this community of like-minded seekers -- all of these 'facilities' are important to our learning of the inherent 'good' that we are. Opening to the goodness of each of us, including ourselves, this awareness of goodness feeds us, stimulates our growth and gives us permission to be that expression of the Christ that we can be.

Each of us brings to this community a unique past, often it is a past cluttered with the emotional pain that arises by our being told that we're not good enough, that we are somehow 'less than' what others have expected us to be. To be receptive to the nurturing and empowering that brings us to the realization of the indwelling Christ, we might first need to be healed. Thus, our opening the 'healing space' lets us enter into this community confident that, regardless of our past, we can be healed here and now. This healing allows the pain of the old wounds to be used as an example of what we can overcome. That overcoming is, in and of itself, empowering.

Perhaps this gives new meaning to what might have become a rote recital of the foundational intent of Living Water Unity.

And So It Begins

2010-05-18T13:19:00.000-06:00

(this was the first blog posted in early May, 2007 to introduce the intentions behind blogging)

Well, I just finished the book by Brian Bailey called "The Blogging Church". His thoughts about the opportunity for the church leadership to reach out to the constinuency of the church were inspiring and motivating. Hence, Living Water Unity Church now has a blog.

I look forward to conversing with those that are motivated to express their thoughts. This is an interesting experiment for me because we will likely be hearing from people that are not constituents of our church. Even the title of this blog is going to draw people not of our community -- people who are curious, people who are in agreement with the thoughts posted here and, of course, those that do not agree with the opines expressed.

Welcome to the world, eh?

An important idea that seems to be warranted here is that we may well get into discussions about which no one has absolute knowledge (such as the nature of God) and about which most people have opinions. Let us not confuse one (knowledge) for the other (opinions). Most of us (the posters on this blog) are sincere seekers, each trying to figure it out or, at least, trying to experience some expression of the Divine.

I invite you to express your opinions -- AND I invite you to be open to changing your opinions, not that you need to but rather to retain a flexibility of opinion that we may all experience in increase in our awareness of God's presence.

Blessings

David

Part Luck, Part Work

2010-05-18T13:16:00.002-06:00

(this archive blog is from the time of purchase of our building in May, 2007)

As we began looking in earnest for a new facility, several issues dictated our choices: 1. we needed more sanctuary space and more youth ed space, 2. we needed to reduce our monthly operating costs, 3. we needed to do this without a whole lot of cash on hand, and 4. we needed to find space within a reasonable" distance from our present location. When moving a church location, the commute to the new location means that some congregants are going to have a longer commute, so finding a new location close to the old location minimizes the disruption in attendance.

Over the last seven+ years we've been interested in property that we could grow into, not that we expected to be able to jump on the purchase but to just keep informed of what was out there and what would be needed at the point when renting space as no longer our best option.

So when we started looking in earnest in January, this particuar property satisfied our several needs -- it was reasonably priced, not too far from our present location, and doubled our santuary space and youth ed space. Two down sides: it was definitely a "fixer-upper" and it was located "off the beaten path." The location issue was a much bigger issue when I first saw the property than it was after the church growth workshop a dozen of us attended on Feb 23 & 24 (more on that later).

The only little matter was the issue of cash available to swing the deal. It turns out that the price of the property, our existing cost of rental and the availability of an investor that is a "friend of the church" has addressed that issue for this particular property (more on that later).

So we are "in the running" for the purchase of the property. We have placed an offer, the seller has countered the offer, and we have countered the counter. We are waiting to hear the sller's response. Perhaps later today.

Jesus had something to say about this. "Not my will, but Thy will, be done." From the Heart of God, we give thanks.

It Happened Today!

2010-05-18T13:15:00.000-06:00

(this archive blog is from the time of purchasing our building in May, 2007)

Today, acting on the 72 "yes" and 3 "abstention" votes cast by the congregaiton in our Family Meeting on April 22, we put the Vance Street property under contract. The scheduled closing is June 1, the day after my return from our vacation.

Many people in the congregation have driven by the property and come away with "Whew! That needs a lot of work!" Indeed it does. In the renovation world, it's what can justifiably be called a "fixer-upper". So our work will begin soon after the closing.

For those that did not attend the Family Meeting on April 22, let me recap the financing terms that make this an extraordinary opportunity for the church.

The purchase is being financed by "friends of the church" as an investment in its own right. We will accrue a down payment during a five or six year period following the close of the sale. During the renovation period ($60,000 of which is being funded by the investor), we will not be required to make any payments. From the date of moving in, December 1 of this year, through April, 2012, we will pay "rent" of $2,550 per month, $1,010 less than we are paying in our present facility. It will be stable throughout the five or six year period. In our present facility we have been experiencing a 5% increase in rent each year and this last year we were assessed a 9% increase in Common Area Maintenance charges (which makes up about 35% of the total monthly costs)! I use the term "rent" guardedly because we will hold title to the property beginning at our closing June 1, 2007. Because we do not have the down payment in hand, we are not able to finance through traditional mortgage companies and are, therefore, not paying a "mortgage". We are renting the property at a fixed rental amount until such time that we accrue the 30% down payment (approximately $85,000) and refinance through a traditonal mortgage lender.

That down payment accrual will begin in March, 2008, with the payment of $12,000, the amount we are expecting to be returned of our cash deposit made at the time of signing our existing lease. Then in April, 2008, we will begin paying, in addition to our rent, $800/month to the lenders to accumulate our down payment. In April, 2009, our incremental down payment amount will increase to $1,200/month. In April, 2010, the incremental payment will be $1,800/month; in April, 2011, the incremental payment will be $2,325/month.

These seem to be huge numbers when compared to our present monthly budget of about $12,000/month. But with double the sanctuary space and double the youth ed space our church will be able to grow substantially while holding one service, then double again with the addition of a second service down the road. Based on the history of rent and common area maintenance charges incurred in the last two years, staying in our present location will cause our present monthly rental costs to increase by $775/month in the four year period through 2011. In terms of raw rent and considering the almost $1,000/month savings by moving into the new space, the largest incremental down payment is only an increase of about $550/month above and beyond staying where we are. Add in the incremental utility costs, building & grounds maintenance costs and insurance costs, we're be experiencing an incremental cost of about $1,250/month over and above staying where we are now.

To put that in terms of number of additional congregants needed to support those increased costs, and assuming a contribution amount similar to the average contributions presently experienced per congregant, we're looking at 12 additional adults each Sunday by the year 2012. In our last three months, our congregation has grown from an average of 77/Sunday to 93/Sunday, an increase of about 10 adults (and 6 kids)! Consider the effect of having our own church home with double the space and the many new programs we can implement and you begin to see why this is an extraordinary opportunity for us!

At the risk of repeating myself, all of this has occurred without the pain and travail of a capital campaign, a process that has brought many churches to their knees!

Can you get the sense of just how blessed we are? And what a miracle we are experiencing? As you know, we are a tithing unchurch -- tithing does work!

From the Heart of God, we say "Thanks!" Can you share a moment with all of us and appreciate the wonderful blessings that are pouring into our unchurch community?

Vacation Day 1

2010-05-18T13:13:00.002-06:00

(this is an archive blog of our 2007 European Vacation)

Travel can be stressful – displaced from the familiar, sometimes a new language, a new culture and the associated “normal behaviors”. And you might have the experience of finding something different than what you expected. Our trip to France has included all of that, although my expectation of meeting patient and welcoming people has been gloriously fulfilled.

The flight from Denver to Frankfurt took us just north of the Great Lakes, over Baffin Island, almost to the Arctic Circle, past the southern tip of Greenland, over Iceland, north of Ireland, over Scotland, to the south of Paris and into Germany. Every few minutes when the movies were not being shown, they would flash a map of our route and our progress along it onto overhead displays. Taking off at 5:30pm on Monday, the sun stayed to our left the entire trip; even at the darkest hour, it was still twilight out the left side of the plane. And arriving in Frankfurt from the northwest at about 11:00 am local time, there was the sun on our left – until we slipped through and below the clouds that were offering their water to the ground.

I had intended to sleep on the flight from Denver, because I knew we were to escape Paris immediately after picking up our rental car the following afternoon. But sleep was not in the cards for me. Lufthansa treats its passengers well – with food and drink periodically served throughout the flight (with a couple of breaks for movies thrown in). Add to that a Frenchman from near Toulouse (pronounced “too-luz”) on my left and an oil man from Casper, WY, on my right, interesting conversation filled the rest of the flight.

Linda and I had been given center seats in a middle block of four seats. So when two seats in the row ahead of us opened up (the teenager occupants wanted to join their friends further back in the cabin), Linda moved into the middle of the three empty seats. Since no one wanted to sit in the middle block of seats, Linda was able to have an open seat to her left and right, making the flight substantially more comfortable for both her and me (we could still whisper “sweet nothings” to each other between the seats).

The Frenchman on my left, Xavier, was a specialist in sugar beet seeds. His employer had contracts with a seed processor in Sheridan, WY, and a grower in Oregon. He made the trip to Sheridan quite often – he was scheduled to return there on May 29. The Casperian on my right was not nearly as talkative as Xavier. He was on his way to work – in Omar – a trip he made every four weeks for a four-week “shift”. This was a record breaking trip for him – he was able to make the trip to work with only four flight legs, not the normal five or six it usually took. But when we arrived in Frankfurt, he was only halfway in his day-long commute. Even when I worked for four months with a software developer that made systems to facilitate international trade, I did not get the sense of what “globalization” was all about until I sat for almost ten hours between these two commuters.

Xavier had five boys, a 20 year-old, a 16 year-old, one 14 year-old, another at 11 years and the last one at 8. With one daughter at 24, and observing the intense energy exhibited by boys around the church on Sunday morning, I just can’t imagine what having five boys in one house would be like. Being the youngest of three boys – my brothers were 6 and 10 years older, I had no idea at the time what my parents went through to get us out of the house in one piece J! Xavier’s 20 year-old went to school in Toulouse, about 75 kilometers away from home. Upon hearing that, I guessed out loud that his son came home about every two weeks – with a basket-full of clothes to be washed. He said, “How did you know that?” I shared my theory that 50 miles was “laundry distance” for a 20 year-old.

When we arrived in Frankfurt, we were put on a bus-train, hauled about a mile to the terminal and let out in front of multiple automatic sliding-glass doors. The crowd, seeming to know where it was going, led us into the terminal, through a large open room, into a twisting hallway with frosted glass on one side, up the stairs and into a room with half a dozen customs agents sitting in their respective booths. Getting in one line, making it up to the agent, we were then told in German to go to another line. “Ah, so that’s what those overhead signs are about!”, I thought. Recognizing that we couldn’t possibly be a threat to their national security, they waved us through without even a question.

Down a long hallway, more frosted glass (what are they hiding on the other side?), up a couple of escalators, through a very busy concourse, down a long tunnel, catching as many moving sidewalks as we could (thankful that our bags were checked all the way to Paris), through gate areas where smokers imbibed before boarding their respective flights to wherever, finally arriving at the last gate on a very long concourse, A-42, we sat down to wait for our flight to Paris.

Whew! I was now ready for a nap. Catching a few winks here and there, after two hours we boarded our one-hour flight to Paris. Almost immediately I fell asleep. And I missed out on a traditional German lunch – two pieces of buttered dark bread surrounding a thick slice of cheese.

Upon awakening as we were approaching Charles DeGaulle airport, I noticed that the French country-side – at least here in the north – had very few rectangular fields. It was as if the fields were defined by being “on the left side of the path” or “on the right side of the path” – wherever “the path” led. And there were small villages spotting the countryside, literally every one to three kilometers along these winding roads.

Up to this point, our travel plans were unfolding uneventfully, just as we had planned. When we arrived in Paris, we went to the baggage claim area, found a luggage cart and loaded our bags in just a few minutes. No worries, right? Well, almost right. I was expecting to find right outside the baggage claim area the booth of our rental car agency, Kerwell. Alas, no Kerwell. There was Hertz, Avis, National, Budget, Eurocar – but no Kerwell.

I asked at one booth where the Kerwell booth was – “Kerwell? What’s that?” was the reply, in very broken English. Apologizing for not speaking French, I tried to explain that we had arranged for a rental car on the Internet with a company called Kerwell. “Not here, try Hertz,” was the reply. Not yet understanding that Kerwell was only a broker of rental cars, I asked one or two company’s representatives if they knew about Kerwell. Finally, I was told that I needed to have the confirmation slip that was given to me by Kerwell when I booked the reservation to know which rental agency had my prepaid reservation. I began to get a sinking feeling. With one hour of sleep in the last 24, I was not feeling up to the challenge ahead.

Coupled with that, Linda was asking me why I had not paid more attention to one of the few tasks assigned to me in preparation for the trip. Our last two months before the trip were rather hectic. With me starting a part time job, trying to get the ducks in a row for an extended leave of absence from the church and the preparation for the upcoming Association of Unity Churches conference at which my new employer was going to be sponsoring the digital signage, it was not as if I didn’t have anything going on. However, I knew that she had a point! I could have been more attentive to making the arrangements for the rental car. J

So off I went to find an internet terminal to access the Kerwell website to find our reservation confirmation. That would seem to be easy enough, right? We found Linda a spot to sit with our luggage; I walked ten paces to an elevator, pressed the “down” button without noticing which floor I was on (there were cars driving by outside the window and there was a fountain in the center of a circular drive – you’d think that I was on the “ground floor”). I noticed a “boutique level” on the elevator panel. I pressed it, the doors closed, then they opened; I was facing another similar concrete wall like on the floor I had just left. I walked around the corner… into the twilight zone.

There ahead of me was an information desk. Yes, the person spoke English. She directed me to a hallway around the corner to the internet terminal. I found it – and it was occupied by a person checking her email, and writing responses. When it as apparent that she was a long way from being finished, I went into a newsstand and asked if there was another internet terminal nearby. “No, but you can buy a wireless access card for either 7.50 Euros or 15 Euros, depending on how long you need internet access.” That’s equivalent these days to about $11 and $21. Not wanting to blow our travel budget, I went back to wait at the terminal. She was still writing an email. So I went back to talk with Linda about our options. That’s when I realized that Rod Serling must be off in the corner somewhere narrating the plight of the lost American minister.

I went back to the elevator twice, each time entering, pressing the “ground floor” and having it open to a room full of people – but Linda was nowhere to be found. She should have been just a few paces to the left of the elevator. But there was just a wall there! There weren’t even any chairs like there were a few minutes before! Functioning on one hour of sleep, I was not able to get my brain around the fact that Linda was two floors ABOVE the “boutique level”, not below it. You remember that theme of the Twilight Zone? It was playing loud in my ears!

With a bit of panic, I located a fellow that looked like he spoke English (he was wearing an airline uniform). I asked him where the rental car booths were located (I couldn’t think of any other landmarks on the level which I left Linda). He directed me to the “Parking Level” – two floors above the “Boutique Level”. Back to the elevator, feeling a bit contrite and a lot embarrassed – and greatly relieved – I found my long, lost Linda sitting just a few paces to the left of the elevator – just where I had left her fifteen minutes before. There are exit ramps from the Twilight Zone!

But we still did not have the confirmation slip from Kerwell. As a last resort, I opened my laptop computer (Linda had wondered with a little disgust why I had brought the computer on our vacation!) to search for any email that included the name “Kerwell”. Then I remembered the reservation was made through a website, with the confirmation slip being presented for printing but was not emailed to me. “Maybe I have the document stored on the system somewhere,” I thought in the midst of my “no-sleep” fog. Sure enough, there it was, in my “European Vacation” folder.

And there was the reservation, booked with the Eurocar rental agency, the first booth that I had inquired about Kerwell (the one that claimed they did not know of "Kerwell"). Pointing to the displayed confirmation slip, the person noted that I had made the reservation for the day before – and that my booking was assumed to have been cancelled since I had not picked up the car on the 14^th (we had left on the 14^thand arrived in Paris on the 15^th). But they did have the car in the garage, they would just have to retrieve it – it would take 15 minutes. “Have a seat”.

After 30 minutes, the car did arrive – and we were two hours late. We were given a map of Paris and of France, directions to the freeway out of the airport and sent on our way – right into the midst of the 5 o’clock rush hour crush! It took us about an hour of stop-and-go traffic to make it from the northeast side of Paris to the south side on the equivalent of C-470, the “peripherique” freeway. After I nearly fell asleep several times (luckily we were only traveling a few kilometers per hour at the time), we made it to the route out of town – but not before we missed two turns and found ourselves in the suburbs south of Paris, winding our way across the residential areas in search of “N20”, our escape route. Once there, we decided to stop for a meal and get a bit refreshed (read that “coffee”) for our drive to Orleans, about 100 kilometers south of Paris.

We found a restaurant just off the highway about 25 kilometers south of Paris. Up on the side of the hill, it was easy enough to find. But arriving at about 6:45 pm, they were not yet open to serve dinner. Being the silly Americans that we were, our meal habits probably seem very weird to the French. Their restaurant opened at 7:00 pm, if we wanted to be the “early-birds”. So we went off to see if another restaurant was open earlier – there was one just down the hill from this one (John Elway could literally have thrown a football from this one to that one).

Easy enough, right? We began another lesson we were to be taught many times before realizing that this is just the way it is. Roads in France do not follow the same “square block” layout as in most American cities. As a result, what seems to be a logical route to a known location is often just exactly the wrong way to get there. This spiritual lesson wasn’t learned in the early days of our trip: preconceived ideas can often prove unreliable in navigating through the cities of France. Being open to the present, being willing to be led by intuition, and being willing to circumnavigate the roundabouts as long as it takes to be sure which way to exit, is often more effective.

After ten minutes of trying alternative routes, making u-turns to backtrack and finding ourselves on the wrong side of a one-way, no-exit highway, we finally arrived at what turned out to be the “Long John Silver” restaurant chain of France, not our idea of the first meal we should enjoy in France. So back into the car, back on the road and up the hill to the first restaurant at which we stopped. Ten minutes later we arrived at our first destination. Noting that we could have ordered ten minutes earlier had we been patient enough to wait for this first restaurant to open, we climbed up the ten steps to our first meal in France.

Of course, the menu was only in French – we were off the beaten path of most tourists. So we ordered what we could figure out from the menu descriptions that made some sense. We were famished and the food was good! Thank you, God.

After dessert (crème brulee, of course!) and a very strong cup of kaffe, we were back on the road, headed south. Not having gotten any sleep in the restaurant J, the only thing that stood between us and the tree on the side of the road was that small cup of expresso. Of course, the crème brulee didn’t help matters. But after 25 kilometers or so, we exited the freeway and found the first hotel we could. “Sorry, no vacancy,” we were told. But the desk clerk called ahead to check availability for us and directed us to a delightful little hotel off the side of the freeway about 10 kilometers south. Had we not stopped earlier, we would certainly have missed it.

The hotel was nestled in a group of seemingly abandoned off of a non-descript freeway exit (no flashing "Hotel -- Next Exit" signs here!). It had a beautiful shaded lawn and a garden enclosed in rock walls, antique hay wagons covered with lichen/moss and ivy growing over much of te building. The room we were given (one of the few rooms they had left) was beamed with plaster flush with the exposed face of the beam, and comfortable beds. We fell, exhausted, into a deep sleep at 9:00 pm local time, 30 hours since I had last slept (with the exception of the 45 minute nap on the flight from Frankfurt and the few unintended cat-naps I had on the highway J).

Vacation Day 2

2010-05-18T13:12:00.002-06:00

(this is an archive blog of our 2007 European Vacation)

A long night’s sleep does wonders. Getting up fairly early, we go to the breakfast serving area of the hotel, a quaint, beamed second-floor room above the office with a coffee and croissant bar. The hostess had just visited the southwestern U.S. last year, seeing the Grand Canyon, Bryce and Zion National Parks. It seems the southwestern U.S. is considered a very exotic place by Europeans, who also have a fancy for the Native American culture. She visited Phoenix and San Francisco with her husband and children but their most favorite spots were the national parks.

After breakfast we headed south, reaching Orleans in about 30 minutes. Our chosen route was to Tours (the “s” is silent), with a visit to the ten castles located along the Loire River between Orleans and Tours (a recommendation that we visit this area was made by Xavier). But first, let’s get lost in Orleans! By the time we found our prescribed route, we had also found the cathedral of Orleans – but there was not a parking place to be had within the several blocks of the cathedral. As we later discovered in a book of the Chateaus of France, there are some spectacular castles in this area but we saw only one of the ten up close. It turns out that Xavier’s description of the castles being located on the river was not exactly the way it was – at least from the road we saw only one on the river and another we saw through the trees about a kilometer away from the river. Even though we slept for about seven hours (our body clocks were way out of kilter by this time), we were not rested enough to go hiking through castle grounds; we were more interested in seeing the countryside – and that was a lot easier J. Besides, we had been on the road for about four hours and covered only about 150 kilometers. With our destination being the South of France, we were not making very good time through the countryside.

We sped through Tours, heading back through the countryside towards Chateauroux, hoping to get a place to stay there that second evening in France. We had not converted any dollars to Euros yet. While I have been told it is cheaper to buy Euros in the US than it is to sell dollars in Europe, the one place I checked at DIA put a conversion rate of $1.46 per Euro, an eight cent premium over the prevailing market conversion rate. Plus he wanted another $5 just to do the deal. As I said, “No thanks,” he told me “good luck” with a knowing inflection in his voice. But it turns out that buying Euros in France is less expensive than doing the conversion at DIA. In any case, in France the most likely place to get money converted is at their post office, La Poste.

As we circled around Loches, a moderate-sized town about half-way between Tours and Chateauroux, we decided to stop at La Poste before they closed for the day to get some Euros in our pocket – it was only mid-afternoon but we didn’t know when we would happen by a La Poste office later that day. The clerk in the office told us that while she could not convert the funds, the central office in the center of Loches could. So she gave us directions to go back into the city center (we had arrived at her office following the highway by-pass around the city). It was a busy town, lots of traffic and a minimum of parking spaces. But we found one right by the door of La Poste.

With Euros in hand we headed out of the city once again. But as we were leaving town, I decided to turn left towards the castle up on the hill just adjacent to city center (“just because we’re on vacation, we can do this,” I said). Winding through the streets, we came upon the west entrance to the castle complex, finding one of several parking spots about 50 meters from the gate. Inside the castle walls we found shops, restaurants and apartments – as we might imagine were there a millennium ago, serving different food perhaps, and appointed with different furniture certainly, but in those very same buildings! We came upon a cathedral that was built in 1045-1060. It had been renovated (much more so than we plan in our new church) in 1160 by none other than the Count of Anjou, the husband of Eleanor of Aquitaine, an ancestor of ours on my mother’s side. Nearby we found the “keep”, the defensive structure of the castle complex. With fresh Euros in hand, we paid the 7 Euro entrance fee and started walking through the “keep” – down the stairs into the dungeons, into the dungeon where the Duke of Milan, the patron of Leonardo DaVinci, was held for eight years by a 16^th century Count of Anjou.

Back up the stairs to the torture room, then on up to the top of the smaller tower, where we could see the entire surrounding city of Loches – except for that part of the horizon blocked by the taller walls of the “keep” – which rise some 180’ about the castle grounds. The walls of this keep are the tallest remaining of any castle in Europe. Six meters thick at the base and one meter thick at the top, there are a lot of “volunteer hours” invested in building this fortress! Enclosed in those walls were the stairs to the top floors of the keep – long since collapsed into the bottom of the structure. But the beam holes in the wall defined the locations of the floors of each level, somehow giving a sense of what it might have been like to hold a cross-bow as a defender of this enormous structure. On the upper levels of the keep, they’ve built steel catwalks to some of the defensive positions, vertical slits in the wall through which bowmen could fire at the attackers of the fortress – of which there were many over the many centuries the place was occupied.

As we were taking the tour of the keep, reading about the various kings and would-be kings that held this spot, we realized that it was Jean Sans Terain (otherwise known as John Landless to the French and John Lackland to the English) that held the castle (and then lost it) during Richard the Lionhearted’s detention by Leopold in 1193. It was John Lackland (or King John of Robin Hood fame), the youngest son of Eleanor of Aquataine, that was our direct ancestor. And this was one of only two castles in France that held any connection to our family – and we “just happened upon it.” Linda insists that we were led to it because of the “series of fortunate incidents” that landed us at the castle gate.

During our visit to Loches, our camera's battery dies so we ended up with only a couple of photos of the cathedral and one of the castle grounds overlooking the city, none of the keep. Ah well, an excuse to visit the place again in the future. And this was another opportunity for Linda to forgive me for not preparing more completely for our trip. I could have bought an extra battery for the camera, but noooo, I had to save a few bucks and get one on the internet – too late to receive it before we left for Europe.

But with lots of memories in mind, and nearing four o’clock in the afternoon, we headed east to Chateauroux. But the lack of sleep caught up with me. We took a side trip off the highway into a barley field – which was in full seed but not yet ready to harvest. Finding a spot where we could back the car off the road, I caught about 20 minutes of sleep while Linda read a book. The afternoon breeze was blowing through the barley, giving a wonderful fragrance to the air. Waking up refreshed, we headed east once again. A few kilometers down the road, we passed a sign that said “Chambres de Hote”. Following the signs back into the fields for about a kilometer, we found a farmhouse that didn’t quite suit our fancy for a place to stay that evening. Back to the highway!

About ten kilometers further east we came into a village – it was now about 6:00 pm and we were both getting tired of driving. We passed by a very large golf ball sitting on a tee. Of course, it was the sign for the village golf course. So we followed the drive down into the course to the clubhouse. What a beautiful golf course it was! Nestled in a forest, the fairways were a deep, lush green and the greens were as well-groomed as any I’ve seen. The late afternoon sunlight drove the greens deeper into the spectrum. It was obvious they had no lodging, but I went into the clubhouse to ask if they knew of any bed & breakfast nearby (of course, only one person spoke English but she was very helpful). Another person there suggested to her that the house about 3 kilometers north of the village had rooms for rent. She started to give me instructions on how to get there, but the fellow offering her advice indicated he would take us there instead.

So into his truck he hopped and off we went into the countryside, along a one-lane blacktop road through fields of grain waving in the breeze. What a gorgeous evening. A pheasant cock popped out of the grain field about 50 meters ahead of us, then turned and went back in – but not before we passed by to see his bright green head and red neck as he ducked into the stocks of grain (or should I say “he pheasanted into the stocks of grain”?).

It had begun to drizzle by the time we arrived at the chateau, which also had a sign that said “Chambres de Hote” on its front gate. The hostess did not speak English but our guide made the point that we needed a place to stay that evening. Not surprisingly, no other guests were there that evening. She led us upstairs to a musty-smelling AND wonderful bedroom full of antiques with a private bath, overlooking a lawn which opened out over the trimmed hedge into the fields south of the chateau. Exhausted and famished, we went back into the village to find a place to eat. With one restaurant not appealing to us, we found a little grocery, bought some dried bread/crackers and went back to our chateau where we had some brie cheese and wine.

During the night the rain became more persistent. Upon waking at 5:00 am (body clocks still playing tricks on us), the smell of rain in the farmland was wonderful. The large cedar trees in front of the chateau glistened in the gray light of the cloudy morning. Deciding to forego a cold shower (apparently they had not yet turned on the hot water for the tourist season), we packed and made ready to depart.

With our arising so early, we thought the hostess had not yet prepared our included breakfast. So we loaded our several bags back into the car. I wandered the grounds of the chateau taking pictures of the lawn, the trees and the surrounding buildings. When I got back to the car, I saw the hostess peeking out the window. So I went to the kitchen door of the chateau to apologize to her as best I could for our being up so early. As I was trying to make the point that she didn’t need to fix our breakfast, she was trying to make the point that the breakfast was waiting for us on the dining room table. Luckily, she made her point before I made mine J.

Croissants made in France surpass any I’ve had here in the U.S. They are flaky, buttery and oh-so tender – well worth the trip to France for them alone. She had home-grown strawberries, great coffee, several flavors of jelly – I’m guessing made in her kitchen – and orange juice. As we ate our breakfast in that very old dining room (I really wanted to ask her about the history of the chateau), she was doting on us, all decked out in her knit suit and gold necklace, presenting herself as best anyone could at that hour of the day! Fully filled, with an “au revoir”, we bid her goodbye and headed off into the rain, to the highway three kilometers south, then to Chateauroux about 12 kilometers east, and then points south along the A-20 freeway.

We have met so many wonderful people in France. Our hostess this night spoke not one bit of English but she made us feel so welcome in her home. The many antiques in her home were there for our enjoyment, and apparently not a bit of worry on her part for the treasures she had exposed. The fellow at the golf course chose to lead us to our lodging rather than risk our getting lost. The many people along the way who pointed us in the right direction as we discovered we were lost. It reminds me of that farmer who was tending fields along the road that was asked by a traveler, “What are the people like in the village ahead?” The farmer answered with a question, “What are they like where you come from?” The first traveler along the road answered, “They are unfriendly and rude,” to which the farmer said, “You’ll find the villagers here the same, unfriendly and rude.” To a second traveler who asked “What are the people like in the village ahead?” the farmer asked the same question. The second traveler said, “The people where I come from are friendly and helpful,” to which the farmer answered, “You’ll find the villagers friendly and helpful here, too.” And the farmer was right in both cases.

Vacation Day 3

2010-05-18T13:10:00.003-06:00

(from an archive post of our 2007 European Vacation)

Heading south 3 kilometers and then east 12 kilometers, we reached A-20 Southbound in fifteen minutes. And the rain was still falling.

This was our day to see much of central France. There will be mountains to the left of us and mountains to the right of us as we drive south on A-20. At least, that’s what I’ve been led to believe. In the light rain we can see perhaps a mile in either direction. We do experience some beautiful countryside and a castle or two within that two-mile-wide corridor. But the higher mountains will have to wait for another trip. Our plans call for us to go back to Paris on A-75, a freeway about 100 or so kilometers to the east of our present path. Ah well, another excuse to come back to France (as if the croissants are not enough).

Somewhere in the area of Limoges we stop for fuel. Yes, we are fortunate in the US, our gas prices are only $3+/gallon. In France the prices are in the neighborhood of $6.25/gallon. So when we pull into the gas station, I’m expecting a $100 fill-up. It turns out to be “only” $75 due to the 60 kilometer/gal mileage we are getting on our rental car! Dieseled up, we’re headed south again – through Brive-La-Gaillarde, near Cahors, through Montabaun and into Toulouse – just in time for lunch. But now we’re back in “familiar territory” since it was Toulouse that we flew into when we visited this area in 2000 with Shannon.

After looking in vain for a restaurant for about 45 minutes, we decided to continue south to Foix, one of our favorite towns in France. But about 15 kilometers from Foix, we barrel into another traffic jam. May 17 is a holiday in France. We have caught the holiday traffic heading east through Carcassonne to the coast northeast and south of Narbonne. Delayed by an hour, we finally reach the off-ramp to Foix by mid-afternoon. The rain has finally stopped.

Foix is not a “party town” – so don’t plan on cuttin’ the rug when you arrive. There’s not much night life and there are no outstanding restaurants that we know of, but it is nestled in the mountains on the north side of the Pyrenees with the beautiful Chateau de Foix built on a pedestal of rock in the center of town. Of course, the Chateau and the village grew up together, the laborers needing a place to live while the chateau was being built. Seven years ago this was my first experience of driving through streets narrow enough to force me to pull in the side view mirrors of the car to pass through some of the streets.

At night they have the Chateau lit up from all sides. It’s quite a sight to see it hanging in the air in the middle of the night. Having been through the Chateau on our prior trip, we decided we’d save any further climbing for Montsegur. That’s the site about 35 kilometers southeast of Foix that was the Cathar’s last significant stand against the Catholic Church in the early 13^th Century (more on that in my first talk after our return).

We find a roadside motel and go to bed early. We’re still trying to get our body clocks oriented to the sun and get caught up on our sleep.

Vacation Day 4

2010-05-18T13:09:00.000-06:00

(an archive posting of our 2007 European vacation)

We’ve been in France for three days and have not been able to access the internet. Our plan was to use Skype to call home upon our arrival in Paris – from Skype user to Skype user, the call is free. Even calls over the internet using Skype to land line or cell phones are only 2 cents per minute, regardless of where you’re calling. Being without internet access, we have not yet contacted our daughter Shannon.

There is a little part of me that is wondering how she feels not getting that “arrived safely” call that we have not received on occasion. Perhaps she’ll now see the value of that call J.

After breakfast of, yes, you guessed it – croissants, orange juice and coffee, we head out of town to Montsegur, a mountain-top chateau originally built as a sun-temple by the Visigoths in the 7^th or 8^th century and renovated by the Cathars as a defensive structure in the late 12^th century. We had visited it seven years ago; I had climbed to the fortress at the top of the mountain while Linda and Shannon waited in the car below. This time Linda was determined to make the climb! Arriving just after 8:00 am, we had the parking lot at the bottom of the trail virtually to ourselves. One other person was up the mountain – we knew that, not just by the only other car in the parking lot, but by the black and white dog that would visit from time to time as we made the 200+ meter climb.

It is a beautiful sunny day, not too hot after the full day of rain we experienced in our travel south yesterday. And it is very fortunate it is not raining – the soil and rocky trail would be very hard to climb if it were wet. The night of no rain has let the soil drain and the rocks dry. But it is plenty challenging in that it is very steep. Thankfully, there has been substantial trail maintenance in years past so the trail is predominantly steps cut into the mountain and reinforced by railroad ties and rocks. Did I say it was steep?

Although winded by the time we were 100 meters up the mountain, Linda is determined to get to the top this time. She has a particular connection with the two Esclamondes, a grandmother and granddaughter, that were in the party of 250+ Cathars that withstood a 6-8 month siege by the soldiers of the Ambigesian Crusade in 1211-1212. At the end of that siege, the entire party of Cathars were marched to the bottom of the mountain and burned at the stake. During their descent, it is said that they sang their sacred songs, knowing full well what was to be their fate at the bottom of the mountain.

After about 45 minutes of climbing we walk through the portal of the chateau into the courtyard. On our left is the keep, the defensive tower with its customary bowman slits in the walls. All around us are the 30’ walls that are essentially intact. In the walls we can see the holes into which the floor joist beams were fitted. Of course, the floors and beams have long since rotted away. The floor of the courtyard is far from flat. It appears that the mountain has something to say about its composition. Large rocks buried into the soil indicate it was never flat. But the two floors above the ground level obviously provided substantial living space for the occupants. However, the 250+ Cathars lived mostly in lean-tos that were located just outside the walls on all sides of the citadel. With vertical walls on three sides of the mountain, the only approach to the top was from the side up which we hiked. But just outside the walls was a terrace that ranged from 20-50 feet most of the way around the structure. It was thought that the people came into the castle only when they were threatened.

We spent about an hour moseying about the castle, even though it is only about 200’x100’. While we were there, Linda had an interesting experience – which, I’m sure, she will write about at some point in the future.

Making it back down the mountain in about 30 minutes, we headed off to northeastern Spain, to a little town on the coast called Cadaques, just 30 kilometers east of Figueres and 30 kilometers south of France. We had plenty of time to get there (our reservation in the hotel there wasn’t until the following night) so we decided to explore some along the way.

Not far from Montsegur, we saw a sign for another chateau pointing to the north of the highway on which we had driven earlier in the morning. Not having seen anything that seemed interesting on that side of the road, we were curious. To the north we went!

We followed this one lane black-top road through the forest, thinking that it was a great design idea, a one-lane road. Obviously, there wasn’t much traffic on it so it made sense to not waste the money to pave two lanes when one lane would do. Nice theory – assuming there wasn’t much traffic. Climbing through the forest, ascending the side of the mountain, we came around a corner with a bit too much velocity (that’s an innocent sounding word, isn’t it? “Velocity”?). We almost hit a car head on! Not to worry, the brakes worked and neither driver was distracted by an iPod or cell phone. Of course, it took Linda several minutes to catch her breath again. But as I told her, a little adrenaline is good for the heart from time to time.

As we approached the clearing we could see a little village clustered on the side of the mountain, about 100 meters below an ancient structure – another Cathar fortress. As we entered the village, we saw a sign on the road that said, “Chambre de Hote”. Ah-hah! We know what that means. Our reservation in Cadaques wasn’t until the following night – so we backed up, pulled up a very steep driveway into a parking area for three cars situated below a beautiful renovated home (we keep being exposed to renovated buildings – do you think there’s some of that in our future?). We had just taken a photo of the village at the clearing from which we first saw the village with the home sitting off to the right.

I walked up a steep walkway to the house and was greeted by a gentleman that came from the house into the yard. His name was Yves and, yes, it was a bed and breakfast, but, no, he did not have any vacancies until the 27^th of May, a time when we were going to be 200 kilometers east with reservations in Menerbes in the Luberon. But the price was right – 50 Euros for two people including breakfast.

The view across the terraced lawn was directly to Montsegur. He invited us into the living room of the house. Well-appointed, the craftsmanship of the stonework and interior design was exceptional. And there in the middle of the large picture window was that same view of Montsegur, but this time it was also framed by the trimmed, upright junipers – it was an extraordinary sight! He told us that he had done the work; he had obviously constructed the house with loving devotion. I thought, “Are you sure you don’t have any rooms for tonight? We wouldn’t have been led here for nothing!”

He gave us a card on which he had his website address so that the next time we were to be in the area we could contact him. Then he asked us where we were from. We told him “Colorado, USA.” He said, “Yes, I’ve had someone from Colorado visit my website recently.”

“Are you sure you don’t have any rooms for tonight?” “No, I’ve only got three rooms and one lady is here for a retreat from France, another couple from Rotterdam and a gentleman from Germany. Sorry.” Curious as to why we had ended up there, we bid “au revoir” and set off down the road.

The village was small but it did have a restaurant. At its edge, the village had the trail-head that went up to the Cathar fortress on the west edge of town. Passing the several cars that were parked there, we went across the mountain to what we could now see was another village a kilometer away at about the same elevation as the one we were leaving. Proceeding more cautiously, we arrived without incident, passed the fifteen or so houses and headed down the road back to the highway. Scratching our heads as to what that side-trip was about, we nonetheless appreciated the opportunity to see French life off the beaten path.

You’ve probably seen the beautiful pastoral scenes of sheep herders in the mountains of northern Spain? It could be those photos were taken in Andorra, a small, independent principality located in the Pyrennees between France and Spain – and we were only about 30 kilometers from there. Both Linda and I love the pristine, high-country panoramas we find on Trail Ridge Road. And 30 kilometers will only take us about 20 minutes – so we’re off!

We go through a few villages that remind us a little of Grand Lake (without the water) or Estes Park (without the salt water taffy and leather shops). We’re surrounded by high valley walls and the promise of glorious vistas. There’s a bit of unexpected traffic though. Obviously, the French like those same sights. We motor along at 25 or 35 kilometers/hour, behind a line of cars and two big buses. From time to time there are passing lanes that let us make progress around the traffic until, finally, we are not breathing in diesel smoke (although we’re not sure how much our little diesel car is belching, particularly when we accelerate around the traffic).

But we must be getting close, the pass is not very far ahead. We come around a curve and find two tall cranes at construction sites right next to the road. “They must be building a ski area!” Around another turn and we find that the ski area is already built; but what they were building were obviously hotels – or were they more department stores? Ahead of us is the largest mass of five and six-story buildings that were shops, stores, department stores, retail outlets of every kind! And it wasn’t just for a few city blocks – these buildings went on and on for a kilometer or more, following the highway as it climbed the mountain to the pass. And there on top of the pass were three gas stations – not one, not two, but three gas stations right on the top of the pass! Over the top of the pass we had a bit of break – apparently the sides of the road were too steep to have buildings on them. But about a kilometer down the road was another mass of buildings – these were far fewer in number.

By this time we were hungry. We had spent about an hour and a half coming those 30 kilometers so we stopped for some lunch at an internet café – it was also our first opportunity to email Shannon that we were safe (at least we thought we were). Twenty minutes on an internet pc and 3 Euros later, we’d finally made contact. I think a simple phone call from a phone booth three days earlier would have been less expensive and less trouble!

After lunch we headed on south through Andorra, expecting to find what was called Andorra-La-Vella a few kilometers away. That must be the little Alpine village that we were expecting. Not to be. Oh, Andorra-La-Vella was there all right, nestled in the valley just north of the Spanish border. Imagine Vail Village multiplied about ten times and jammed into the same valley as Vail sits, spread it over about five kilometers and make sure the buildings are really close together. There you have it, Andorra-La-Vella.

It turns out that this independent principality is its own taxing authority. They have engineered it such that it is enough below the levels of France and Spain that people drive many, many kilometers to shop there.

It had taken us about two hours to travel about 45 kilometers (not including lunch). We were delighted to cross the border into Spain. We still had plenty of daylight left but we also had about 150 kilometers through mountainous terrain before Cadaques, by this time our intended destination for the night.

Much of the roads across northern Spain were fairly typical Colorado mountain highway. We came to one stretch, though, where we had the option of taking a tunnel through the mountains to a highway leading down to Barcelona (not our desired route) or up over the mountains on a more direct route. Of course, we chose the latter.

It was a beautiful road, lots of vistas, well-maintained and narrow. And twisty. But our car handled well and we made good progress. We ended up in Figueres at about rush hour – it must have been rush hour because there was a LOT of traffic. We only got lost once. And we made it through in about 30 minutes. After Andorra, that was nothin’!

But the road to Cadaques east of Figueres was particularly challenging at this hour of the day. The trip across the narrow road earlier in the afternoon was just a warm-up for this 20 kilometer track. We did make it without incident (thank you, God) and arrived at our hotel 24 hours early. Being the Thursday after the national holiday on Wednesday and part of the holiday weekend, we were taking a bit of a chance coming into Cadaques without reservations. As I stepped up to the desk, another couple were being told that, sorry, the hotel was full. After they left, I asked the same question, explaining that I had a reservation for the following night but we had arrived early. “Ah, for you, my friend, we have one emergency room remaining. The view is not what you’ll get with your room tomorrow, but at least it is a roof over your head!”

We sleep soundly this night.

What is an 'Unchurch'?

2010-05-18T13:07:00.002-06:00

(at one point, we were promoting our church as an "unchurch" -- this blog was posted to explain its meaning)

Since we began presenting Living Water Unity as an "un-church", we've been asked a number of questions. To answer those (and perhaps others you might have), we present the following "interview" in which the minister speaks with imaginary inquirer.

"What do you mean by 'un-church'?"

The word “church” is often associated with practices and ideas that are contrary to the teachings of the great spiritual masters of the ages, including Jesus. "Shame" and "guilt" are at the top this list for many people. Yet there is much wisdom to discover when we get past the dogma and the incredible myths that have come to be known as "Christianity".

"I’m confused. The word 'un-church' still doesn’t mean anything to me?"

The point is that many people carry a lot of confusing baggage about "church". The creation of an ‘un-church' gives us the opportunity to lay aside this old baggage and reconsider what we would like our spiritual community to be. Each of us is a unique being. We need to find God in our own unique ways. The 'un-church’ denotes we have created a special place and a special community where your own unique path to God is valued. We honor your commitment to knowing the truth. We support and nurture you in exploring and developing your personal pathway to knowing AND experiencing God. We are thankful and joyful that you have joined us in your journey. Our ‘un-church’ is a place where you can explore your spiritual nature without being shunned or excluded as your values and beliefs change over time. Our ‘un-church' is a supportive spiritual home where you can receive support from others and give support to others who, like you, are using their lives to move closer to the awareness of God’s presence.

“Who do you think will respond to this idea of an 'un-church'?”

There are a lot of people that will be receptive to this idea. A couple of surveys conducted in the late '90's stated that about 90% of the US population believe in a “higher power” but only about 40% consider themselves to be members of a church (i.e. attend a church, temple, synagogue, or mosque at least once a month).

What happened to the other 50%? Students of church growth consider these to be the “unchurched”. In our five-mile service area, there are about 270,000 people comprising 70,000 families. If the 50% statistic is correct (and it's likely not far off), that’s 135,000 people in 35,000 families that are “unchurched”. A significant number of these people are looking for exactly what we have to offer. The challenge for us is to become known.

Perhaps I can make the point with these propositions:

• If people are aware of or accept the possibility of a Divine Presence in the Universe, but are not willing to be force-fed a predefined set of beliefs, then an 'un-church' might be for them.

• If they are interested in exploring their connection with Spirit without being condemned for their skepticism, maybe an 'un-church' will provide them the enriching quest they are seeking.

• If they yearn for a community of like-minded people that are open to new ideas and perspectives, and do not require that the newcomers believe as they do, then an 'un-church' just might be what they’re looking for.

• If those people look at scripture as a source of wisdom and guidance but not as the “inerrant, infallible Word of God”, then an 'un-church' may be where they learn to experience themselves as a Child of the Most High.

• If they are willing to explore the possibility that their purpose in life is to become fully conscious of their Divine nature, then an 'un-church' might be the starting point of a fulfilling and glorious evolution of heart, mind and body.

“Don't you think this will offend church-going people?”

My role is not to be "un-offensive". My role is to stimulate people to consider ways to more effectively and consistently experience love, peace and joy. Sometimes it’s necessary to shake people awake. And the ones that I think will thrive in our environment are not what I would consider “church-going people.” The ones that look for challenging ideas, new perspectives and are willing to put these into practice in their lives are the ones that will find “unchurch” to their liking.

“I can see how this billing as an 'un-church' might attract an eclectic crowd. But is that the type of audience that is going to support your efforts?”

That’s an interesting question – and one that will be answered over time. One thing of which I am certain is that what we offer will feed many, many people.

“I see by your sign on the front of the building -- with the proofreading notation inserting the "un" before "church" -- that the "un" looks like an afterthought. Is that true?"

It WAS an after-thought. In fact, it has been a very recent thought. When I came out of ministerial school, I was fairly certain that I had all the answers as to what 'church' should look like, how to grow it and how to manage it. But the more I'm into it, the more questions I have about what an effective church needs to be.

For instance, the churches that I've been associated with in the past have had a fairly hierarchical structure --the minister knows what is best for the church and is in charge of all doctrine that is presented in the church. I know that's not universally true but that has been my experience -- and the experience of many in our congregation.

"So you're not presenting yourself as the 'ultimate authority' in your church?"

Certainly I have the responsibility to lead the church in its operations, in presenting its teachings and in co-developing with many others its vision. But as for the 'ultimate authority', I'm finding that it's far more effective to present ideas for consideration and let the people who are willing to explore those ideas discover their own truth. How can I possibly know what is best for Fred, sitting in the third row every Sunday, or Hilda, who comes just once in a while? They each have access to the same Source that I do -- and they can be very motivated to learn their own truth about their own lives and their relationship with God if they are empowered to explore. Perhaps the only difference between them and me is that I trust that access more than they might -- but they can gain that trust themselves as well (one of my objectives is for them to develop that trust).

I present ideas for consideration and let them explore whether those ideas resonate within themselves. I'm also finding that there are lots of wonderful teachers in our community who may or may not hold the same beliefs that I do. But their willingness to express their ideas just might be the catalyst for someone or some several to have the break-through in their own realization of God Presence. As I have come to understand what people are looking for when they come to our un-church, I realize that some of them are looking to find 'something to believe in’ -- regardless of whether that 'something' is reasonable and immediately applicable to their lives -- even to the extent of surrendering their own authority with, "Just tell me what to believe so that I can get on with my life." Well, those people have plenty of other churches to choose from. And we bless them in their search. But Living Water Unity is probably not going to meet their needs because we don't tell our congregation what they must believe.

On the other hand, there are many others are NOT looking to be told what to believe. They're looking for new ideas to consider, to apply and to test their validity so that they can choose those ideas that do 'meet the test' and integrate them into their own lives. They're less likely to accept an idea just because 'someone of authority' has told them what to believe. These are the ones that are more likely to find the un-church experience of Living Water Unity more to their liking. We ask only that they consider an idea, test the idea and then decide whether it is effective in bringing a greater sense of peace, more loving relationships, spontaneous joy and an awareness of God into their day-to-day experiences.

"So you're saying that when you quote scripture, you encourage the audience to decide for themselves whether the scripture is true or not?"

That's an interesting question -- and one that gets right to the heart of our teaching. I consider myself a 'scriptural skeptic'. There are far too many obvious inconsistencies in scripture for me to accept the Bible as the 'inerrant Word of God.' Just take a look at the birth stories in the gospels -- or the various resurrection stories. Those stories are not reconcilable without invoking some response such as 'well, it's a miracle' or 'our human intellect just can't fathom the wisdom of God' -- both responses I consider to be a "cop-out" and a disservice to a greater understanding of our relationship with God.

And there are numerous instances where the advice of scripture is just downright wrong. As an example, Leviticus gives us clear instructions on what type of slaves are permissible to own. Really? Are we willing to assert that it is permissible to own slaves in some instances? That doesn't sound like the teaching of Jesus to me.

But that does not depreciate the value of the teachings of Jesus. There are extraordinary principles of how to live our lives that were offered by an obviously enlightened being, teachings that we can apply each and every day. 'Turn the other cheek' is one such example. It is quite appropriate for a battered spouse to say, "NO!" to the abuser. But we must be willing to say, "This scripture is not universally applicable in its literal sense." Even the words attributed to Jesus must be considered in light of the context of the teachings and their applicability in our own lives.

When we consider the teachings of scripture, whether it be Christian, Judaic, Buddhist, Hindu, Muslim or Taoist scripture, we open up these questions for consideration. "Don't believe only the literal meaning of what you read. Delve into the deeper teachings of scripture, test these teachings in your own experience and, if you find them valid, apply them with gusto."

"Wait a minute. You mentioned the scriptures of Buddhism, Hinduism, etc. Do you use those scriptures as well?"

Christians do not have a monopoly on Truth. If you haven't delved into the scriptures of the great traditions, do yourself a favor: read them with an open mind. I'd suggest the Dhammapada for Buddhism, the Bhagavad Gita for Hinduism and the Tao de Ching for Taoism. You'll find that there are threads that permeate every great tradition that also reflect the likely teachings of Jesus. It is an amazing experience to realize that the human condition has revealed similar truths in every culture, in every time. The differences reflect the culture and times out of which they emerged. Some of these teachings you might find bewildering. Others might seem close to your own tradition. But all of them are a reflection of earnest individuals in pursuit of a greater understanding of their relationship with the Divine -- whatever that meant to them at the time.

Yes, we draw upon what many have referred to as the 'perennial philosophy' in our teachings. In fact, Charles Fillmore, the co-founder of Unity, began his exploration of the spiritual dimension with his study of the seven major traditions of the world.

"Ok, you've said you call yourself a 'scriptural skeptic.' But you just referred to the 'likely teachings of Jesus.' What did you mean by that?"

This could be a long answer -- but I'll try to keep it short. The only 'authoritative source' of the teachings of Jesus that we have is the Bible. Specifically, the teachings of Jesus are buried in the four gospels. I say 'buried' because much of the gospels -- and almost all of Paul's writings -- are not the teachings OF Jesus, but the teachings ABOUT Jesus. In Paul's case, they were teachings about Jesus by a person that had admittedly never met him in the flesh. And, according to most Biblical scholars, only part of the letters attributed to Paul were actually written by him. The other letters attributed to Paul were probably written by disciples of Paul in a much later time -- 50-100 years after his death.

Within the gospels, many of the teachings attributed to Jesus were most likely a reflection of an evolving Christian doctrine. An example of this later "evolution" is John 3:16 -- "For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life." Ooops. Did I offend anyone?

I do not pretend to be a Biblical scholar. But I trust those Biblical scholars that have set aside doctrinal biases and have analyzed the evolution of our most cherished scripture. They make a persuasive argument to me that none of the authors of the gospels were likely eyewitnesses to the ministry of Jesus.

And if scripture is the 'inerrant Word of God' why do we see the variety in the stories written about Jesus. To test our faith? I don't buy it. John, as an example, was likely written in the seventh decade AFTER Jesus was crucified. At a time when the average life expectancy was 35-40 years, I doubt that John, who must have been at least 15 years of age during the time of the ministry of Jesus, lived to be at least 85. But based upon the relationship that Jesus apparently had with John (at least according to the various gospels), it seems to me that John was more likely a contemporary of Jesus, i.e. 25-30 years of age during the ministry of Jesus -- which would put him at the ripe very old age of 95-100 at the time the gospel was written. It’s possible John was a witness to Jesus' ministry, but not likely.

There are other indicators that John was not a 'witness'. The dialogue of Jesus was portrayed as far more 'philosophical' than the other gospels. For example, look at John 17. Try to find in any other gospel Jesus expressing his ideas in that style, with that vocabulary. You won’t. Another example, do you know how many years Jesus' ministry lasted? Three years, right? How do we know that? John said so -- not directly, but he referred to the Passover four times in his gospel, each separated by enough events for us to imagine the passage of a year between each mentioning. The other three gospels mention the Passover only twice, indicating the ministry lasted only a year. In my mind, the Passover was too significant an event in the Jewish culture to have the narrative not mention the intervening Passovers of a three-year ministry.

Who is right? What was the length of Jesus' ministry -- one year or three years? If we settle it by vote, we'd have to throw out John's three-year version, that which is adopted by most Christian traditions. But, in the end, what difference does it make? It only matters when we steadfastly adhere to the idea that scripture is the 'inerrant Word of God' and do not explore more deeply the significance and applicability of the teachings of Jesus in our lives today -- where it really matters. For me, relying on scripture to be 'the inerrant word of God' sacrifices its credibility.

"So it sounds to me like you're promoting 'spiritual anarchy' when you depreciate the authority of scripture for your congregation."

I suppose that a casual observer could come to that conclusion. But my objective is to facilitate the revelation in each and every member of our congregation that they are, as Jesus said, a child of the Most High. It's not just a 'belief' that they are a child of God for which I'm striving, but a literal 'realization' that they are an expression of God, that Christ resides within them and it is their responsibility to express their Christedness in each and every relationship, in each and every circumstance. That is, to make God real in your life is far superior to merely believing that God is in your life without the tangible evidence of it. It is my opinion that "unfounded beliefs" get in the way of "realizations". Belief does not bring God into your life, but a 'real-ization' does. To me, that is not anarchy, that's empowerment -- which is our ministry's ultimate goal.

If you still have questions, please call our minister, Rev. David Ridge, at 720-935-4000. He will be happy to answer any questions you might have and discuss this further.

Vacation Days 5-8

2010-05-18T13:01:00.002-06:00

(this is an archive blog of our 2007 European vacation)

We awaken Saturday, May 19, in Cadaques, Spain, with anticipation – mine of discovering a new place, Linda’s of introducing me to a familiar place. In July, 2001, she accompanied a friend here to attend a painting workshop presented by the friend’s friend and an acquaintance of ours, Robert Venosa, an artist of some repute. When Bob first discovered Cadaques in the early 70’s, he hung out with Salvador Dali. Dali is the artist perhaps most famous for his melting clock faces and elephants on stilts; he lived a kilometer away in Port Lligat, a village on the other side of the spit of land on which Cadaques is located.

It was on her daily walk from the island at the end of the spit (the location of the workshop and her apartment) to the village center that Linda passed Playa Sol, the hotel at which we were staying. A small pebble and sand beach in front of the hotel provided us with a wonderful, gentle surf sound for our sleep each night after we moved from the “emergency” room in which we stayed the first night. The road between the beach and the hotel is the village’s thoroughfare – everything from large trucks to loud, staccato motorbikes make their way along this strip of blacktop – often at speeds too great for the pedestrians that had to share the road in some spots. Being just barely two lanes in most places, less in the other places, drivers need to be focused when they enter this artery; blind curves, wide vehicles and motorbike drivers that apparently think a helmet will keep them from all harm make the road INTO Cadaques seem like a breeze. We were fortunate that we had reserved a third-floor seaside room; there the traffic noise was tolerable and the abrasive rat-a-tat-tat of the motorbikes lost its sting.

The walk into the village center takes about ten minutes – along the seawall, around another small beach, along the boat tie-downs and along the central beach brings us to the “village square”, an elevated, sand/clay area that is about 10 meters by 30 meters. During our first day in Cadaques we had the “pleasure” of listening to a mechanical mariachi band ("would someone please stop feeding that thing coins?" J). On one side of the “square” was the “Cadaques Freeway” and the beach with two beach bars; on the other were a number of restaurants, souvenir shops and small grocery stores. And up from the “Freeway” there rose a warren of cobble stone “streets”, the only vehicles that could travel them were motorbikes, on which, thankfully, there were few. Here residences were interspersed with shops, meatmarkets, vegetable stands and restaurants. Growing up the all-stucco building walls were bougainvilleas of various colors – pinks, reds and dark violet. Once in a while you’ll see a white jasmine, which perfumes the street up and down. I say “up and down” because Cadaques is built on a steep, rocky outcropping of Northeastern Spain, with its church at the top and the village spreading out below it to the beach and sea.

And some church it is. When you walk into the church from the seaside entrance high on the hill you are greeted to a most extraordinary altar – a golden wall of carvings that stretches 35-40 feet high and just as wide, lit by a bank of spot lights that are switched on by a 4-minute meter that accepts 1 Euro coins. I’m thinking the church does not need bake sales to raise funds. To the left and right are crèches that house much smaller but just as intricate religious scenes. To the left of the nave is a lovely prayer chapel. It’s a bit more elaborate than our new church will be.

It takes us a day to feel comfortable navigating the warren of cobblestone streets – the rule of thumb is if you’re lost, go downhill. But because the mix of shops and residences, one gets the feeling of what it would have been like to have lived in the village – with the exception of the presence of motorbikes and the absence of raw sewage draining down the streets J.

This is the first day that we have parked the car. With a long breath out we feel like we can now start to relax – I can get used to this! But I need to be careful – the last time I really got into doing nothing, on a sales reward trip to Hawaii in 1991, I ended up not getting back into the swing of things in the work-a-day world until I got fired.J Ah well, that helped free me from the worldly aspirations so that I could eventually pursue ministry.

The streets, other than the “Freeway”, are paved with dark, flat stones laid on their edge. If you can imagine a wall being built of these flat stones and then toppled over, intact, you’ll get a sense of what these streets look like. The patterns are used to facilitate the drainage of water and to provide traction for the steep uphill climbs and downhill braking. In one street, the entrance to a delightful little restaurant, La Serena, the stones are placed in a pattern that makes a mermaid. It was constructed in 1962 by an artist living on this particular street. One is reminded often that it is dangerous to drag your feet. Pick ’em up and set em’ down – that’ll keep you from tripping.

Three days of getting up, having a shower and breakfast, a fair amount of blogging (as you can tell), walking into town and a little bit of shopping (although we never did buy anything), having dinner, returning to the hotel and falling asleep – that’s pretty much how it went. Then on Tuesday, May 22, we headed north and east along the coast of France to a little village 5 kilometers from the Nice airport. Cagnes sur Mer is situated on the sides of a hill dominated by Chateau Eglise; these fifteenth century homes provide a peaceful redoubt from the noise and bustle of the city below.

Here the streets are just as steep as in Cadaques, except they are a bit wider. This allows cars to navigate many of the streets in this hillside village. Of course, there are lots of pedestrian-only streets here but cars routinely squeeze between the buildings into and out of the village. In our attempt to navigate these streets to find our villa, we got lost many times until we found someone that spoke English and knew the location of the villa. Once we arrived at the villa and unloaded the luggage, I was directed to their private parking lot downhill from the villa. In her broken English, the hostess told me to take the immediate right just down the hill two hundred feet. But because it was a 150 degree turn, I was certain that this couldn’t possibly be what she meant. Added to that the car behind me urging me on and the two cars coming out of that street, I went on down the hill to what MUST have been her intended directions. Alas, she meant what she said – and I got lost again. After another 15 minutes I found the villa again. This time I negotiated the three-point turn and arrived at their parking lot located 82 steps below the main level of the villa (yes, I counted them).

Thankfully, we have rented a small car. But you can tell from the gouge marks on the walls where the streets bend that there have been many attempts to put larger vehicles through the streets or unskilled drivers have been at the wheel. On several occasions, as we have walked up or down the streets, we’ve had to quickly get out of the way of a vehicle, lest we arrive home in a body bag. An interesting and charming place but I am certain I would not want to live here!

On the way across Southern France, I begin to get that “weird feeling” in my body that is usually my body’s signal that a bug is on its way. Sure enough, by the time we arrive in Cagnes s/ Mer (another way it is labeled on highway and street signs), I am having a bit of a fever, an “almost cough” and an upset stomach. With the stress of finding the place, then getting lost again, then the 82 steps from the parking lot, I am ready for bed. “But wait,” says Linda. “Let’s get something to eat first.” So we hike about 300 meters uphill to a little pizza place on the grounds of the Chateau, have a meal and back to the villa. And so ends day 8 of our vacation.

It's Done!

2010-05-18T12:45:00.001-06:00

(this is an archive posting from June, 2007, when we had just signed the papers on the purchase of our church building)

It's done. We closed on the Vance Street property June 1 at 3:00 pm. Due to an error in the property address, funding will occur on Monday, June 4. So that's Phase 1 complete. Now the fun begins!

We have a preliminary renovation plan in the works. We are meeting with the structural engineer, the licensed contractor and the crew chief the week of June 4 to develop the detailed renovation plan, from which the project will be carefully managed.

Our targeted first service in the new church is Sunday, November 19, just in time for Thanksgiving! Between now and then we have lots to do: building downstairs bathrooms, opening walls for the bookstore/front entry, sanctuary stage and wheel chair ramp for the administrative offices, building the administration offices, opening a window for the sound booth, building the cry room, remodeling the kitchen, reconfiguring the youth ed classrooms, roof work, landscaping work, stucco application and repair, painting (inside and out), HVAC work, carpeting, and things we might not yet know about J. When we finish by mid-November, we will have a lovely space in which we can provide more programs and accommodate more people more comfortably.

Thank you, God. And thank you, congregation.

Vacation Days 9-12

2010-05-18T12:40:00.001-06:00

(this is from the archive blogs posted during our 2007 European vacation)

Cagnes (the “g” is silent) sur Mer is located about 10 kilometers west of Nice on the coast of extreme southeastern France. The directions we were given to find the villa in which we stayed, are technically correct; however, they presume an acquaintence with the streets. We are told to follow a particular street all the way up to the castle and then down the hill to the villa. Unfortunately, they do not mention that one turn on the road is almost hidden -- at east we couldn't see as we were heading up the street. It was a sharp right turn at the top of the hill that, when approaching the turn from downhill (and all you can see is the hood of your car, the tops of the uildings and the sky), it looks like the street comes to a dead-end.

Arriving at the villa only after finding someone that both spoke English and knew where the villa was, we unload our bags at the front step and are directed to the private parking lot at the next street down. But when I take the car down this narrow one-way street (Linda stayed at the villa), I approach the next street to find that two cars are coming out in the opposite direction of the way I was supposed to go on the street. With two cars behind me, I am unable to make the 150 degree, three-point turn necessary to go up that street to the parking lot. "No problem," I say, "I'll just turn at the next street and come back to the street from the other direction." THAT was an error!

Fifteen minutes later I find my way back to the villa along the route that we took to get to it to begin with. My "No-Complaints" bracelet had a workout on that little jaunt! After arriving back to the villa and getting explicit instructions from our hostess to make sure I insist upon turning up the next street below (that is, to not be bullied by the other drivers), I find the parking lot, negotiate the very tight turn into it (I can see why the French like their cars small), park the car and find the steps that take me up to the villa -- there are 82 steps, I know because I countedthem. But they take you past the garden at one terrace, a patio at another terrace, the living quarters of the owner of the villa on another terrace and finally to the patio of our villa. What a lovely place!

The oldest part of the villa was built before Columbus discovered America, in the mid-1400's. It had an addition made during the 18th century.

There are eight rooms in our bed & breakfast, the Villa Estelle, located about 300 meters down the hill from the Grimaldi Castle. Our hostess, Celina, is a wonderfully expressive woman, the daughter-in-law of the owner of the villa. She takes great care to explain the sights of the city and surrounding area and to ensure we have what we want to be comfortable.

One point of interest that she did not point out to us was the “Loop of the Lost”. As one of the main streets of Cagnes sur Mer winds through the city and approaches the freeway A-8, part of the system of freeways that wind along the coast from Spain to Italy, there is an exit ramp that has no other function than to take you in the opposite direction on the same street – hence, the “Loop of the Lost.” We have become very familiar with this off-ramp-on-ramp, frequenting it about every time we leave the parking lot. But when we happen upon it, we know exactly how to get back to our villa.

There are about 2,000 people that live in the Medieval Village, the 15^th century development that grew up on the steep hill around the Grimaldi Castle, or otherwise known as Chateau Eglise. And those 2,000 have to be in great shape – to leave your house, you have to either walk up or walk down, but if you walk down, then you’ll have to walk up when you return. That’s not to say there aren’t cars here – there are, lots of them, and they are parked in some of the most precarious places, separated by inches from the path of passing traffic. But if you’re not leaving the hill, it’s a lot easier to leave your car parked where it is.

The streets are narrow (of course) and they have little obstacles like stone steps leading up to a door way on the street, that from the scraps and marks on them have caught many a car. Thankfully, we missed them all!

On our way back from dinner this evening we happened by a three-floor apartment in a building near the top of the hill. The real estate sign boasted of floor space about 105 square meters (1110 sq. ft.), well-appointed with high quality materials in a recent renovation with a view of the sea (3 kilometers away) from the top floor – it will only cost you 420,000 Euros (that’s about $580,000). That’s without a garage. (photo at right is a view off the east of the top of the hill -- the castle and the flat mentioned above are behind the photographer).

We had expected that the village would be separated from the rest of the metropolitan area by some rural area. It turns out that Cagnes sur Mer is surrounded by city much like Edgewater is surrounded by Denver, Lakewood and Wheat Ridge, more hilly certainly, and with different architecture, but surrounded by city. Up in the Medieval Village, on the slopes of the hill on which Chateau Eglise is located, there is a sense of isolation from the bustle below. There is a sense of "neighborhood".

From here we venture west to Grasse, a perfume producing city, along a narrow, winding, very busy road. On one turn, I catch a glimpse of the fender of a large truck coming in the opposite direction. It’s too large to allow both of us to pass. Thankfully, the brakes work well! Here’s another instance of our traveling the highway at about 30-35 miles per hour and coming to a complete stop in order to squeeze by the traffic. France is an interesting place to drive!

After another trip to a hilltop village called St. Paul de Vence, we decide to park the car and hoof it for the rest of our stay in Cagnes sur Mer. But there is lots to see just here in the village -- and it's a lot more peaceful to not go down into the city.

On Prayer

2010-05-18T12:38:00.002-06:00

One of the most misunderstood aspects of the teachings of Jesus concerns prayer. In John 14:13 we read, "I will do whatever you ask in my name..." This has, of course, led to the common practice of ending our prayers with "...in the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen." The common thinking is that, "I'll get my prayer answered if I just end the prayer with that phrase."

But this practice is a reflection of the magical thinking, prevelant in the time of Jesus, that one's "true name" is a key to the power of that person, and to KNOW another's true name is to have power OVER that person. I am certain that was not Jesus' intended meaning.

The Greek word 'onama' translated in the Bible as 'name' also means "character of" -- which is, I think, much closer to Jesus' meaning.

Throughout the Book of John, Jesus' reference to the first person ("I" or "me") is referring to the Christ-Self that Jesus so perfectly demonstrated. Keeping that in mind as you read this text will avoid much confusion.

Applied to the practice of prayer, we see that the message is, "When you ask for anything from the awareness of the indwelling Christ, so it shall be."

But do not be led astray, being in the awareness of the indwelling Christ is more than just "thinking about" Christ, it is actually "thinking FROM" Christ. Notice how your prayer changes when you are praying from the awareness that All is One, that every aspect of God is available at all times, and that every circumstance is, in some way, an expression of God. Now you are entering mystical thinking and leaving behind, perhaps forever, magical thinking.

For a deeper exploration of these ideas, join us for our upcoming class, "Knocking on the Door of Silence," starting Wednesday, March 5, 6:30-8:30 p.m.

Know you're blessed -- all the time.