Sometimes you just need to hitchhike across America

I suppose its time for more than a sentence or link or video…

I am currently reading Irresistible Revolution by Shane Claiborne. He went and lived with Mother Terisa for a few months part of which time he lived in a leper colony and learned the importance of community. He brought back a passion for curing the poor problem by tackling the rich problem, and currently lives and works at The Simple Way. When asked what he does on an average day he responded with this …

“We hang out with kids and help them with homework in our living room, and jump in open fire hydrants on hot summer days. We share food with folks who need it, and eat the beans and rice our neighbor Ms. Sunshine makes for us. Folks drop in all days to say hi, have a place to cry, or get some water or a blanket. Sometimes we turn people a way, or play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who will answer the door on tired days. We run a community store out of our house. We call it the gathering and neighbors can come in and fill a grocery bag with clothes for a dollar or find a couch, a bed, or refigerator. Sometimes people donate beautiful things for us to share with our neighbors; other donate their used toothbrushes.
We reclaim abandoned lots and make gardens amid the concrete wreckage around us. We plant flowers inside old TV screens and computer monitors on our roof. We see our friends waste away from drug addiction, and on a good day, someone is set free. We see police scare people, and on a good day, we find an officer who will play wiffle ball with his billy club. We reclaim abandoned houses. And we mourn the two people who dies in this property (where I am writing now). We try to make ugly things beautiful and to make murals. Instead of violence, we learn imagination and sharing. We share life with our neighbors and try to take care of each other. We hang out on streets. We get fined for distributing food. We go to jail for sleeping under the stars. We win in court. We have friends in prison and on death row. We stand in the way of state-sanctioned execution and of the prison industrial complex.
We have always called ourselves a tax-exempt 501c3 antiprofit organization. We wrestle free ourselves from macrocharity and distant acts of charity that serve to legitimize apathetic lifestyles of good rich intentions but rob us of the gift of community. We visit rich people and have them visit us. We preach, prophesy, and dream together about how to awaken the church from her violent slumber. Sometimes we speak to change the world; other times we speak to keep the world from changing us. We are about ending poverty, not simply managing it. We give people fish. We teach them to fish. We tear down the walls that have been built up around the fish pond. And we figure out who polluted it.
We fight terrorism-the terrorism within each of us, terrorism of corporate greed, of American consumerism and war. We are not pacifist hippies but passionate lovers who abhor passivity and violence. We spend our lives actively resisting everything that destroys life, whether that be terrorism of the war on terrorism. We try to make the world safe, knowing that the world will never be safe as long as millions live in poverty so the few can live as they wish. We believe in another way of life-the kingdom of God-which stands in opposition to the principalities, powers and rulers of this dark world (Eph 6:12)
So that’s an average day.”

As many of you know I have taken a brake from school because I still have know idea what I should be doing, and am tired of giving Morehead money. Seth Hail and myself are planning a trip starting toward the end of the summer this year to pack some bags and head west, and as I think on why I have a passion to do this slightly insane, completely stupid thing. I found this passage in Shane’s book to scream volumes about what I feel inside. I don’t want to be “successful.” I have no desire to make money and have a “nice life.” I seek to glorify God in every aspect of my life, even if that means throwing mine away. It basically drives me insane that I am still sitting on a couch in Morehead waiting for the moment to leave, but I know it is in God’s timing that he will be glorified. So as I sit I must find ways to glorify God right now, through daily seeking him and worshiping him, finding ways to feed the hungry and heal the sick however I can.

So when this trip thing started I joked about writing a book while I was gone and the more I think about the more I think I may as well try, So about a month ago I started jotting some stuff down (digitally of course sense my handwriting is illegible) and so far all I have is a list of motivations for going; here they are

I want to know/find out how other people are.
I want to be able to enjoy silence
To get away from technology
Remove temptation
Get by on nothing
Rely on God
See creation
Learn to trust people
Hear peoples stories
See God
I want to talk to someone for hours that I’ve never met before
I want to hop a train

So far my idea for the book is basically part autobiography, part peoples stories, and part what I see God doing along the way.

Obviously their are people who think this a stupid idea (including my self on occasion); but God calls the foolish to act foolishly. So I must continue to seek him continually and have faith that he will guide me where I need to be even if its in a train or the passenger seat of a semi somewhere in Oregon.

“Dave the horn guy listened to God. He left his great job. Moved his kids, his wife, his entire life to Colorado Springs. God said ‘Go,’ and he went. God needed the Horn Guy in Colorado. Understand this is what these scenarios look like. Dave’s story is common. When you listen to Christ and follow him, ‘it will be an adventure, filled with the outrageousness of a circus clown and the wisdom of an omniscient God.” – Craig Gross Starving Jesus

VOD: Matt 14 : 22 -33 ( Don’t fear the wind )
22Immediately he made the disciples get into the boat and go before him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowds. 23And after he had dismissed the crowds, he went up on the mountain by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone, 24but the boat by this time was a long way[a] from the land,[b] beaten by the waves, for the wind was against them. 25And in the fourth watch of the night he came to them, walking on the sea. 26But when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were terrified, and said, “It is a ghost!” and they cried out in fear. 27But immediately Jesus spoke to them, saying, “Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.”
28And Peter answered him, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” 29He said, “Come.” So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus. 30But when he saw the wind,[c] he was afraid, and beginning to sink he cried out, “Lord, save me.” 31Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” 32And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased. 33And those in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”

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