If you’ve been following along, you would think I made a trip to England and back, only to lose my passport and find it again. Ah, but there was more...this was a subplot in a story that wove together friendship, covenant, worship, pubs, encouragement, creativity...and (of course) coffee & chocolate!
The main plot? I think it was supposed to be about training, but became more about creating community, worshipping God.
Most of what I’ve written about the passport adventure took place in the nanoseconds between meetings, or during meetings, or just before crashing into bed after the 18hr day. So here‘ s a few snapshots of what happened in those long days. Starting with worship:
No one needed to act like a politically correct Christian, whether charismatic or conservative. Everyone could act like an artist. The musicians rose, the dancers danced, and one brave visual artist went up front and painted.
When we ended two hours later (oddly enough, with a Christmas carol!), everyone stayed another hour, reluctant to leave. I think I got a minimum of three hugs per person in the final farewells! Our tanks were full.
Isak Dinesen's words, from her short story, "Babette's Feast," come to mind:
"Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me leave to do my utmost!"
To see the artists worshipping that night was to hear that cry, and want to answer it.