Interstices: The in-between

Interstice: a short space that intervenes between things; a gap or break in something usually continuous.

A few hours ago, I had no idea the word interstice existed. We’ve only just been acquainted and, I must admit, I’m already in like.

Here’s why:
I’m a recent college grad. (This may be enough explanation for some of you, but for the rest, …) For months now, I’ve felt like I’m ducked tape to a swinging pendulum. Back and forth, back and forth– continual motion, yet going no where. It’s almost sickening, like breathing  week-old air while waiting for a flight. And it’s definitely disappointing always anticipating the first glimpses of shore–the  destination for “what’s next,” but viewing nothing but blue, the un-ending interval of in-between.

It’s easy to feel hopeless, to let the mind get carried away… Maybe all my childhood dreams are just that, childish. Or worse, maybe I stepped off the silver path, made some really stinky decisions, and screwed it all up for myself. Even worse, maybe God really doesn’t care if I live a mediocre, dull life.

Then, this lovely little gem in my inbox:

...the interstices of the world and of our lives are not places without hope. Christianity uniquely addresses the “in-between,” infusing the seemingly trivial or chaotic with significance and even power, transforming the non-places of our lives and experience into places of Christ’s presence. From this view, the incarnation and the ascension can serve as doctrinal shorthands for Christ’s ongoing priestly ministry of reconciliation and healing. Indeed, the possible transformation of a non-place to a place very much reminds me of Peter’s Christological reading of Hosea‘s prophetic witness, where Peter says that “once you were not a people, but now you are God’s people; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy”(1 Peter 2:10, Hosea 1:6,9, and 10).
— Bryan Bademan, MacLaurin CSF, thoughts on Non-Place: An Introduction to Supermodernity,” by Marc Auge

There’s significance in the small things; in the in-between. David is just one man, yet in his life he had many long periods of almost uncertainty. I say almost, because he held on to a promise, even in the in-between, he knew he’d be king.

I need to think more about this, maybe read this great book from whence that lovely quote sprouted. Until then (and as always), I’d love your wisdom.

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Getting Dirty

Relationships are a tricky thing. Such a blessing, they can often feel like the weightiest burden we bear. At times, it seems a relationship will never unfurl to much more than the bud in which it began. Other times, the growing pains of this unfurling is worse than than any comparison I can muster.
 
For a couple of weeks, my church was going through a short sermon series called Dirty Jobs. Essentially  it was about a guy named Paul getting real with a church of misfit, often misbehaving Jesus-followers.

He wrote a pretty raw letter, and laid it out bare. And I have to think, he probably didn’t love having to get his hands so dirty with these people and their problems. But out of love, out of the knowledge that It’s God’s desire for us, he did. What came out of it? — The Beauty of Forgiveness.

In between these two Sundays, the Holy Spirit was at work in my heart. I was convicted–deeply so. I wrote two letters in this time. One of confession, knowing, another of rebuke. Both were a step into a dark room. A a slime flame of hope (that I’d followed the Spirit’s guidance) was my only comfort . It was more painful, vunerable, and frightening than many things I have done. It was “getting dirty”, doing true relationship.

I write this, not to commend myself, but to encourage anyone who stumbles across this post. It was worth it.

In both scenarios, more than I could imagine has happened. Reconciliation from the one, and confession from the other. Just today I talked on the phone with the individual I wrote the letter of rebuke to. Though not afraid, I was almost expectant that our relationship would be hindered or altered. Instead, there was much joy and freedom.

I’ll end with this: When Pilot washed his hands of Jesus death, he was not making himself clean. The responsibility he had tainted him as though he’d bathed himself in blood. He wasn’t making peace, he was keeping it. And we are called, as believers in Christ, to be makers of peace, to be in true relationship.

10 Things That Bring Me Joy These Days

I decided to do this, for my sanity and for the sake of joy.
In no particular order…

1. The smell of crushed leaves
2. Hot coffee paired with something peanut-buttery
3. Kissing Baxy’s cheek. (8-mo old I nanny for)
4. Reminiscing
5. My pillow
6. Listening to my dear friends making music to Jesus
7. Writing my bro letters, reading his
8. Things Lilah Bea says (e.g. “Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum I smell a wittle bum”)
9. Listening to Tim Keller and Gungor on my commute
10. Sliding in my socks on a wood floor

11. racing home the sun