Dusting off the bottle
Gentleman.
Its been long.
I looked here again, to see if anything new was brewing. It was not. But I was welcomed by a picture that incites solitude. I remember when picking that picture, I was going for the idea of some small wine cellar, or a corner pub. On the sign, "sanctorum communio." On the right, Eric, you reminded us all of the gift we have between the bunch of us. It is a gift - a blessing by God, instituted and created by God, our fellowship. This site is merely a manifestation of that. The sign was inviting to me, and asked me to look around inside for a while.
Inside was dusty, but immediately good. Looking around, the posts were like bottles, dusty and perhaps a little forgotten, and each had a unique label. They were testaments of musings and passions, and carried a substance from a certain time...a tangible place in history. I picked one up and blew the dust off, opened it and took a drink. What pleasure; I remembered right where I was at the time during the discussion. I remembered how I thought, felt. It was complex, with many notes and ideas from all of us; the depth and complexity was unique, and held a certain nakedness of where we were.
It was much like discovering an appropriately aged glass of red wine.
Things have changed. Jamis, last I heard you were pastoring two churches and trying to juggle a family life...and loving every part of it. Your seminary bought me a glass that night. EJ, you had visited, and we got together on what would be too great of a stolen time. I was in relationship at the time, and had to run...and you had finally found your niche at Dubuque. Matt...your New Years Party. The awkwardness of certain people in the same place, and the bitterness at seeing you off for a year. Mick...we dang near see each other everyday. Thank God for that! But when I do talk with you all, there is a familiar ring to the conversation. It is an effortlessness. For instance, Matt, even though you are presently in Ho Chih Minh, our mails back and forth have been as fruitful to me as if they were conversations we were having face to face.
We've changed, circumstance can do that. Two of you are in Seminary, and have an insight there that I cannot fathom. Matt, your experience of the world is perhaps more brutally real than anyone I know, and I evny that oppertunity. Mick and I are here, post graduation and striking out on our own endeavor, God help us. And me myself, well...things change in many many ways in a year. But amid the change in us, for the better, we still have something tangible. It is community, a brotherhood that indeed, it is blessed by God. I hope that we can add some new bottles to our collection, here on this page...Or in the future at some corner pub. Blessings all.
-Mike Beardslee-
Its been long.
I looked here again, to see if anything new was brewing. It was not. But I was welcomed by a picture that incites solitude. I remember when picking that picture, I was going for the idea of some small wine cellar, or a corner pub. On the sign, "sanctorum communio." On the right, Eric, you reminded us all of the gift we have between the bunch of us. It is a gift - a blessing by God, instituted and created by God, our fellowship. This site is merely a manifestation of that. The sign was inviting to me, and asked me to look around inside for a while.
Inside was dusty, but immediately good. Looking around, the posts were like bottles, dusty and perhaps a little forgotten, and each had a unique label. They were testaments of musings and passions, and carried a substance from a certain time...a tangible place in history. I picked one up and blew the dust off, opened it and took a drink. What pleasure; I remembered right where I was at the time during the discussion. I remembered how I thought, felt. It was complex, with many notes and ideas from all of us; the depth and complexity was unique, and held a certain nakedness of where we were.
It was much like discovering an appropriately aged glass of red wine.
Things have changed. Jamis, last I heard you were pastoring two churches and trying to juggle a family life...and loving every part of it. Your seminary bought me a glass that night. EJ, you had visited, and we got together on what would be too great of a stolen time. I was in relationship at the time, and had to run...and you had finally found your niche at Dubuque. Matt...your New Years Party. The awkwardness of certain people in the same place, and the bitterness at seeing you off for a year. Mick...we dang near see each other everyday. Thank God for that! But when I do talk with you all, there is a familiar ring to the conversation. It is an effortlessness. For instance, Matt, even though you are presently in Ho Chih Minh, our mails back and forth have been as fruitful to me as if they were conversations we were having face to face.
We've changed, circumstance can do that. Two of you are in Seminary, and have an insight there that I cannot fathom. Matt, your experience of the world is perhaps more brutally real than anyone I know, and I evny that oppertunity. Mick and I are here, post graduation and striking out on our own endeavor, God help us. And me myself, well...things change in many many ways in a year. But amid the change in us, for the better, we still have something tangible. It is community, a brotherhood that indeed, it is blessed by God. I hope that we can add some new bottles to our collection, here on this page...Or in the future at some corner pub. Blessings all.
-Mike Beardslee-
posted by Mike Beardslee at 6:41 PM
4 Comments:
All I can say now is I love you guys. I've already typed and retyped this response a couple of times because I don't know what to say. I really appreciate you. Mic, thanks for the email. It was a very pleasant surprise. Beardo, thanks for reminding me that you're all still there. I truly felt alone in the world today, but that's probably because I forget you guys, and what great brothers you are. And I want it my way, I wish I were living in Wichita now.
There are many times I felt I should have been there and was not. Now that the opportunity is gone, I regret it. But thanks for being there for me.
And I'm glad there's still a place for dusty bottles, even new ones. It's good to talk to you guys.
Eric
EJ, I miss you brother. If you're down around the ICT during the holidays, we must all get together and resurrect the brotherhood in a tangible, physical, manifestation. Haha! God's good here, even in Cambodia, yet I find that my heart's growing fonder to traversing the States for awhile.
I'm called to the nations but in an increasingly obscure way.
Let the conversation begin...
Man, it is good...like a good steak and strong beer...good to hear from you all in this way again. Tonight is the type of night that I would buy a round or coffee for all of you. Blessings men.
Indeed, the conversation...
perhaps I'll have a new bottle to bring to the table here right soon - if you all are up for a round.
-Beardo
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