The Non-Essential Adventures of D'Art
Dear Jesus,
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Jesus,
The past couple of months, it seems as if I have misplaced you. I’ve looked everywhere for you, and still you come up missing, silent. The funny thing is that I pray and I know that you hear me, it just seems you don’t answer. I’m starting to get a bit nervous. I’ve never misplaced you before, and it seems that I have misplaced you at the absolute wrong time. The last time I remember having a two way conversation, I was standing in front of a sign that encouraged people to start new churches in Boston. I heard you, loud and clear. I said I would go. That was almost 15 months ago. After our conversation I figured the time frame would be 3-5 years from then, but now I know that was just my wish. Since that conversation my job has been given to another, my family moved in with my parents, and I’ve been at a complete loss. I wish I could find you, I need you.
I once heard someone say that if you misplace Jesus, do that last thing he told you to do, so that’s what I’m doing. We are moving to Charlotte on Wednesday, going to spend some time raising money to get to Boston…doing the last thing you said to do. I know that you know all this, but why is it that you seem to be silent right when I need you the most? I don’t know how to raise money or start a church. Jesus, I’m chasing after you with all I have. I need you.
I still have the 3 kids you gave to me, I haven’t lost them yet. Sometimes they are a handful, but Kellie does a great job with them. Most of the time its a madhouse with the 3 of them, breaking things and running all around. But when things go silent I know that they are up to something. I hope that’s what you are doing. I hope your silence means that you are up to something. Something that will blow my mind.
Jesus, I love you.
–D’Artagnon
The Few, The Proud
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Tomorrow I get a unique opportunity. I get to speak at the chapel at the Marine Corp Recruit Depot Parris Island. Parris Island is where all Marines east of the Mississippi River start their careers. They spend time learning to be the few and the proud during this 12 week hellish boot camp. They are trained to protect and honor our country. And I get the chance to speak hope and love into them for an hour this coming Sunday. I get to tell them about Jesus. I’m pretty excited. Pray for me.
Two Words
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I desire:
- Share God
- Share Life
- Preach Jesus
- Reach Out
- Be Real
- Act Creatively
- Focus Intently
- Play Hard
- Love Outrageously
- Hate Satan
- Give Greatly
- Live Passionately
- Authenticity Counts
- Spend Wisely
- Create Culture
- Impact Boston
- All In
Incredible Art
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The times are pretty few and far between that I come across incredible art. To be honest, I enjoy great art. I’m not sure how I came across this guy, Phil Hansen, but I have spent the last 2 hours looking at his stuff. If you appreciate good art. Check this guy out.
Dance the Dance!
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Anyone other than me looking for a God thing? Here is the God thing I’m looking for:
I’m looking to rent a house in Charlotte, NC, for cheap or free. I’m not looking for a mansion nor am I looking for a shack, I’m looking for a place with a yard, a place to call home for a year, while we raise money to further the kingdom of God. I’m looking for a job I don’t have yet, to support my habit of trying to follow Jesus the best I know how. I’m looking for people to buy into a vision of reaching people they don’t even know in a city they don’t even live in, by helping us plant a life giving church in Boston, MA. I’m looking for churches and individuals. I’m looking for a 3-5 year full support worth about $1.4 Million. I’m looking for a team of urban missionaries to partner with me for this cause. You see, I’m not just looking for a you or me thing. I’m looking for a God thing.
Will it look exactly like this? Probably not, but the scriptures say, “when people can’t hear the music, they don’t dance.” Proverbs 29:18
I want to Dance.
Puddle Jumping and Nose Bleeds
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Last night it rained. You know the good hard pounding type of rain? OK, it wasn’t that type, but it was rain non-the-less. And enough rain to make puddles at that. The girls wanted to use their new umbrellas, so we headed out for a walk, in the rain, with three little girls, in the rain, with umbrellas, in the rain. At first not my idea of a lovely evening stroll, but hey, I had nothing else to do, so I went. On the way back from our brief walk I had a brilliant idea…let’s jump in some puddles. At first the girls were a bit leery about making the jump since we usually forbid such shenanigans. But this day was different what once was forbidden is now allowed. Permission granted. I started, and I must say I made a pretty sweet splash. Dahson, Kadison, and Emmason jumped right in, we had a blast. Kellie even pulled her pants up and stomped though the waters. Next time it rains, my kids and I have a date, Puddle Jumping!
Tonight, Emmason our 2 year old was playing right before bed time. Being the adorable little girl that she is, she was involving everyone in her little game. On her way to see Grandma, she tripped, and busted her nose on the arm of a dinning room chair. Blood. I have never seen so much blood pour from a 2 year olds nose…Come to think of it, I have never seen blood pour from a 2 year olds nose, until tonight. Emmason cried and cried. We finally got the bleeding to stop. She is fine, and so is her cute little button nose.
My point?!? When playing sometimes you get to jump in puddles and sometimes you get a bloody nose. Play Anyway.
Cindy, Thanks.
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Cindy,
Thanks for all that you have done. The short time I have known you, you modeled your life and love after Christ. You know, it was the little things that counted. Things that made my day. You know, you were the only one who called me “pastor,” even though I didn’t have that official title? Thanks. It made me smile. Everytime you addressed me, I knew you believed in me. It wasn’t done out of ignorance, because anyone who knows you, knows that you aren’t ignorant.
Thank you for being my assumed secertary. I didn’t have a specific assigned assistant, so you stepped up and took on that role, along with your other duties. With your help we pulled off Gestapo!, the night time game for our student ministry. You hated the name, Gestapo!. You spoke your mind, I decided to stick with it anyways, you didn’t say another word about it. You just worked toward the goal.
In only the way you could, you used your nursing background to diagnose anything I had a question about. One Wednesday night my daughter found a bottle of children’s Tylenol. We didn’t know how many she took, you dropped what you were doing, and called posion control right then an there. Thanks.
I could never tell you how much you meant to me. You protected me, inspired me, worked with me, challenged me, made me laugh, showed compassion, and told me how much you loved my pink shoes every time I wore them.
Right before we left Augusta we stopped by to say goodbye to everyone. You were there. I told you that I would see you again. And I will. But next time I see you, I won’t be wearing those pink shoes, but I’ll be sure to give you a big hug, and tell you thanks.
Tell Jesus I said hi.
Pastor D’Art
Geocaching & Forrest Gump
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I did it. Number 7 on this years to do list (Here.) Geocaching is what I’m talking about. The family and I went out and hit the GPS super highway to see what we could find. After traipsing through the woods behind a big box store, driving down a dead end pier, searching a little league field, crawling under picnic tables, and finding the coolest tree I have ever seen, I can say we are addicted. And it was only day one. We hit 5 sites today, and found them all. Yeah us. We will find more in the coming days. Geocaching is just too fun, if you haven’t tried it, you should. It’s great, take it from me, I’m a 1 day pro!
The tree that I was talking about. It was amazing. It looked like a huge spider web. Branches bolting out of everywhere, libs sprouting out to touch the sky and scrape the ground. And to make things better, the tree that I speak of was the tree that Forrest Gump and Jenny played at as kids. You remember the one? They later went back and shared a moment on that same tree. AWESOME!
All in all, it was a great day.
