I’m thoughouly enjoying a crazy extended weekend with the long-awaited visit of Ryan and Holly Sharp. It’s been fun to push some of life to the side and just hang out, talking about what is important and enjoying each other’s company. Good food, amazing art, fine and fairly traded coffee, and a beer or two. Holly patiently guided me into a newfound appreciation of Rothko at the National Gallery, and we took our medicine at the new and amazing Native American Museum downtown.
Everything kind of culminated last night with a wonderfully eclectic party that came together at the last minute. A bunch of new and old friends enjoying a great combination of Gospel Matt’s hospitality, a perfect venue for the evening (which I can verify has impeccable framing, and which Matt outfitted with breathtaking lighting), Ryan’s prophetic and poetic music, Erin’s hilarious and arresting poetry, David’s disturbing and amusing rendition of “Stars and Stripes Forever” (performed on his teeth), and the new documentary about Wal-Mart on the big screen.
All of which has left me a bit fatigued, and a little mixed-up. I feel like I’ve seen some of the worst which the human condition has to offer, and some of the most creative and beautiful expressions of people cooperating with God to remake this world. Feeling a strangely familiar sense of overwhelm and hopelessness tempered with that small smile and knowing nod that yes, the Kingdom is advancing.