Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Something to ponder . . .

"I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown."
—Kathe Kollwitz, 1867-1945

Kathe Kollwitz is regarded as one of the most important 20th century German artists. As one biographer notes, she created "timeless art works against the backdrop of a life of great sorrow, hardship and heartache." I think her quote is an appropriate response to Jesus' Parable of the Talents.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Orlando Earthquakes

Although as far as I know, we aren't sitting on a fault line in Orlando, the ground moved underneath us anyway last week.

Of course, the much-anticipated moving experience was the Synergy2009 conference which delivered on its promise to be earthshaking. As seems to be the case at each conference, Synergy ramped things up another notch this year. It's Monday, and I'm still feeling the aftershocks of an incredible gathering of women and men. Despite the sagging economy, we had more attendees this year than last (from 31 different states!). The synergy among us was alive and well as we tackled the Blessed Alliance and worked to understand better God's vision for male/female relationships in His kingdom.

More about Synergy later.

Right now, you may be asking yourself, "Why in the world am I looking at a photo of "hunky" Frank James?"

Well, there was a second earthquake in Orlando resulting in seizmic changes for our family that I didn't expect.

The Richter Scale recorded a big one when Frank traveled to Boston early in the week for meetings at Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary. Wednesday, he accepted their enthusiastic invitation to be their Provost. Needless to say, we are excited about opening a new chapter in our lives.

You can read their announcement here.

So much for all my gloating about warm Florida weather. Like the rest of you up North, this time next year I'll be shivering from the cold outside, feeling overheated indoors, and longing for the first sign of Spring.