Have you ever waken up one morning in the dead of winter and say, "when is this going to end?" I find myself dreaming of solo sailing in Alaska. It is just me sailing with all of God's abundance surrounding a tiny sailboat. Unfortunately I realize it is only a dream and my serious thoughts of sailing the inland passage have long escaped me. But that doesn't stop me from dreaming.
Some of you know I have a BMW touring motorcycle. In many ways the motorcycle has replaced my dream of solo sailing the inland passage. This summer I am thinking of taking an extended work related trip. One option involves taking the Alaskan Ferry system to visit the village churches in southeast Alaska as far north as Skagway or Haines then over to Whitehorse, Fairbanks and Anchorage before heading back to Seattle. This would be a fantastic trip but may take a bit of negotiating to be away from the office, home and of course spending time with my grandson.
My second option is to travel north, central and eastern Washington visiting some of the out of the way churches. The country is beautiful like the Alaska trip. What I like most about either trip is a chance to meet folks at church and listen to what is important to them. I also get a chance to spread the story about the MDC program.
It all boils down to relationships. It is our relationship with each other that keeps us in community. By the way, this picture is a favorite of mine by an Alaskan artist, Rie Munoz. The title of the picture is Sunday Service.
Okay, I have resisted the temptation to create a 'blog' for long enough. But a new year brings new opportunities. My goal is to post something that I have been thinking about and want to share. No rules since that only creates an expectation that I am not sure I can always meet. It is time to get out of my comfort zone!
One of the things that you may not know about me is that my nickname is "Moose". I got the tag about 30 years ago when I first moved to Seattle and was managing a group of architects and project engineers. I guess I was pretty scary back then when I would walk through the office to see what folks were working on. One day a women looked up at me and said I looked like a Moose in a china shop. She took a deep breath after she blurted the words thinking I would blow up. Instead I just smiled and said I like the name 'Moose'. The name has stuck with me ever since. My 2-year old grandson now calls me 'Moose' so I guess the name is here to stay.