July 28, 2010

Throwing to a crowd of 2306

Officially I have now thrown in front of the largest crowd ever. We got invited to Trinity Church’s Compel night 6. You can check out their trailer here…

Yes you read it right.. TRAILER. Like the ones you watch for a big box office movie. Apparently this lively congregation of young people from varied ethnic backgrounds gets together every tuesday night for a party, I mean sermon. Maybe it was a little of both. Like MTV meets Jesus and they decided to host Woodstock together. It was an amazing thing to watch. I mean it was the first time I have seen any pastor, reverend, or Rabbi Tased. Yes like a tasor gun, like electroshock, like what they do in Jack ass for fun….

I have some pictures to post that I took of the Altar… I mean stage, I mean, I am not sure really what I mean, but it was like nothing I had ever seen before except in Las Vegas Style shows (but luckily everyone was fully clothed). The reason we were there was because the pastor wanted to have a live demo while he was speaking during the sermon. And by pastor I mean a guy who couldn’t possibly be more than 25 years old wearing skinny black jeans a saggy old white T-shirt, boat shoes, and a jean jacket. This pastor wanted to give a message from a passage in the Bible involving Jeremiah and him going to a potters house:

The word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: “Arise, and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will let you hear my words.” So I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do. {Jer 18:1-4 RSV}

It was surreal to be on stage while someone is describing pottery and being broken and how even though we often get broken the potter can put us back together and make a beautiful pot from a bunch of mud. This is metaphor for life, and how the potter is like God and how he shapes each one of us like we shape pots, etc. I have never heard anyone preach like that. It was something ingrained in this young man, something that allowed him to reach out and touch everyone. You would never expect that looking a him.

But the truth is that it doesn’t matter what you believe or don’t believe, but ceramics and pottery is a long metaphor for life. That from bits of mud and water a beautiful pot can be made… That potter takes broken and marred chunks and uses them again to make something new a better. Even though a pot started out broken it can be remolded and remade and reconstructed. Just like us humans even though in our lives we get broken because of the everyday human condition, we can still be shaped and remade and still function again under the careful hand of the grand potter.

Being on stage and hearing those words really made me think of pottery on a whole new level. Touching the clay and molding the clay and lifting the clay and pushing the clay, and working it through its rough spots to make something that functions, well, it makes it all the more meaningful. Regardless of what you believe or don’t believe it is beautiful thought and idea that as a potter you can heal and fix an otherwise useless pot. It is amazing that book that is pushing several thousand years of age still has relevance to this day an age. And as I learned again tonight walking out of there, you can never judge a book by its cover.

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