As an intro, I’d like to quote the new song by The Afters, Never Going Back to OK
Yeah, never going back to OK/Never going back to Easy/Never going back to the way it was/Never going back to OK.
I have the whole song on my MySpace if you want to hear it.
I feel like that’s what God dropped on me at Lost. I wasn’t completely lost and away from God by any stretch of the imagination, but I wasn’t Lost IN Him either. If someone had asked God “How is Peter’s relationship with you?” He probably would only be able to say “He’s doing okay,” like the same way you would if someone said “Hey, your mom just died, how’s your dad doing?” Like, there would be a sadness in His voice, you know?
The most awesome part is that once I realized it and my Rap Group prayed for me, God was like “If you’re serious, here’s what I’ll do for you,” and BLAM! God hit me with two words of knowledge like a Hulk Hogan leg drop. I wasn’t sure if it was God or just my imagination, but once I said the word “acorn” and Carrie inhaled in surprise so hard the wind made my hair stand straight up, I knew it was from God (she had a similar word on her heart, too).
I would have to say, more than anything, God had me go to grow some relationships. Suzy and I had been feeling like we really weren’t part of the Catalyst family. People would talk about it, and it felt foreign to us. As Junior High group leaders, we never really got to spend time with the people who work with High School and College. Add to that the fact that we don’t sit in the same section as them on Sundays, and that we haven’t been able to attend a single Sunday meeting due to prior commitments, (which end after Sunday! Woo hoo!) and the only conclusion we came to was that everyone thought that we were snobs. And we couldn’t really disagree with their assessment. But, after this weekend, we discussed it and realized “THIS is what the Catalyst family feels like.” We joked, we laughed, we cried, we sweated, we froze, and we injured ourselves (Yay for Dani, my bruised knee buddy!), we shared energy drinks (Again, Yay for Danielle and her Rock Star) with these people, and now we feel accepted. Until now, we’ve been on the outside looking in through a foggy window, not really comprehending or accurately processing the images our eyes were broadcasting into our brains, and LOST really opened that window and said “Come on in! But wipe your feet first, and take off your shoes and leave them in the corner. I’ll put your coat in the closet for you. Ooh! We have delicious hot cocoa for your enjoyment! Have a seat! Want some slippers? I’ll totally loan you a pair. We have today’s paper, but Hosh already took all the coupons, Carrie is perusing the fashion section, and Zach has the comics, but I’m sure he’ll let you read them after he’s done. Keenan and Aaron are over in the corner making the room cooler with their very presence, and Ben and Evan are throwing stuff at each other. Feel free to join in.”
Side note: That analogy may have gone on a little too long.
But the point is, LOST was the most awesome weekend of my life. The only reason I got so little sleep was because I had to fit all that awesome in each day. I would have missed out on 16 more hours of awesome if I’d slept. That would have sucked.
I’m looking forward to the JV retreat in March. Who’s with me?
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