starving jesus

It was a gorgeous day. The sky was bright blue, barely any clouds in the sky, the sun was shining and the weather was in the mid-70s. It was the perfect day to head to the beach, or take a walk outside, and enjoy the perfect day that God had created. And that’s exactly what I did. I spent the day in the sun, in a neighborhood known for drug deals, gang activity, and prostitution. It was glorious!

My friends Katee and Mark are on staff with an organization called The Lazarus House, which also happened to be the location for day 25 of the Starving Jesus Tour lead by Craig Gross (of XXXchurch.com and author of “Dirty Little Secret”) and JR Mahon. The goal of the Starving Jesus tour was to challenge churches to get out of the pews, and out into the community. And that’s exactly what the Lazarus House does.

The Lazarus House considers itself a "going" ministry. Rather than expecting people to come to some beautiful building, or attend amazingly constructed church services, they go out into the neighborhood, meet kids and families on the streets surrounding the Lazarus house, build relationships with them, and serve them in whatever way they can. They have a summer program called wRap Kidz where kids learn about being wrapped in Jesus arms of love. During the afternoon prior to Craig & JR's message, we met with the children of wRap Kids for what could have been called their "summer finale." There were hot dogs and hamburgers, games, face painting, and fun for all. The day provided some fun (and a bit of a distraction) from homes that are abusive, homes that are often low on food, and in some cases, homes they don’t even want to return to. This is the case with one little boy who ended up stealing my heart. As I headed down to this unknown and slightly dangerous neighborhood, I prayed for God to show me something new - to open my eyes to something I had never seen before. And open my eyes he did... through a six-year-old little boy.

I met this little boy early on in the afternoon. He often hangs out at the Lazarus house just to avoid going home, which happens to be a crack house. During times where he cannot be at the Lazarus House, this little six-year-old wanders the street alone. He wears a tattered pair of shoes, which also look about two sizes too small. He rides a tiny skateboard around with no padding whatsoever. But he has the biggest heart of any six-year-old I’ve ever met. He helped me create a sign that would be used later in the evening, and it didn't take very long before he had captured my own heart. Later on in day, I was helping with "Inflatable Bowling,” and he was helping me set-up the pins after each kid had taken their turn. At one point, I said, "Thanks so much for helping me! You're awesome at this, and I couldn't have done it without you! You're such a great helper!" He simply said, "I know. It’s what I do."

That thought stuck with me the rest of the day and I can’t seem to shake it. He said, "I know, that's what I do” as if it was silly of me to have recognized his help. It was almost as if he had said, "Why WOULDN'T I be helping?" It seemed like such a no-brainer to him to be helping. Often times, I wonder why we as Christians, when it comes to reaching out to our community, serving the poor and the oppressed - don't say, "It's what I do” or “Why WOULDN'T I be helping?"

My heart was challenged by the simplicity of his statement. Without thinking, without complaining, without looking for recognition, he saw a need and he jumped in. As I tried to set up 3-foot, inflatable pins, hold kid’s ice cream, and attempt to keep some order, this little boy saw that I could use some help – and jumped in immediately, without even being asked. It was a no-brainer to him. How often is it a “no-brainer” for me when it comes to helping? It is so easy for me to create reasons why I can’t or shouldn't help. It’s too dangerous. I don’t have time. I don’t know how. What if I fail? But this six year old showed me that it should be “what I do.”

I watched as my friends Katee and Mark, the directors Ron and Donna and the rest of the interns who work at Lazarus house shared every ounce of love they had inside, and gave everything they have to these kids. I was absolutely amazed by their willingness to give, and to see them living the way God designed us to live. I walked away from my day spent outside amidst God’s creation – and spending time with God’s creations - with new eyes, and a challenge to get out of my own pew, and into the community.

[For more information on the Starving Jesus Tour, check out www.starvingjesus.com.]

hello, my name is Tory

...and I'm afraid of meeting new people.

Most people wouldn't know this about me, but I'm extremely shy. I can hide it pretty well in that I am usually able to put on a smile, an outgoing nature, and carry on a fairly decent conversation... and also conceal the fact that inside, my stomach is in complete knots. I used to think that I was just shy around guys, but have learned that it's pretty much around anyone I don't know. I have no idea why I get so nervous, but I do. I try to think of intelligent things to say - nothing comes. I try to be witty - I come out sounding cheesy. But the worst is when I can't think of anything at all, and I stand there biting my lip, playing with one of my rings, or scratching my head (yes, it's an odd nervous tick that I have... it's quite funny to witness, I'm sure).

I had a conversation with a couple different people about my fear this evening... There are, of course, some pretty obvious answers as to why this problem may have formed. First of all, I would much rather communicate via writing. Ever since I was a little kid, it was more natural for me to write my thoughts down - whether it be journaling, writing letters to my parents, writing poetry, sending emails, having conversations over instant messanger, (maintaining a blog) - I have always preferred writing. This may cause a reason for my fear of face to face interaction with people I do not know very well. Other reasons may be my over analytical mind (darn it - I think too much!) or the fact that I don't like to have surface level conversations and therefore try to avoid them at all costs.

However, something struck me even harder - how much this "fear" is a hinderance. Sure, I'd love to meet the man of my dreams and get married someday. But this is not the hinderance that worries me the most - that I'll be too shy to say anything to a guy I'm interested in. What worries me the most is how I've allowed this fear to keep me from meeting my neighbors and the people in my community.

My parents started this thing last year where we have our neighbors over once a month for a soup night. The neighbors that come over are neighbors I've known since I was a little kid. Growing up, I played with their kids and so it's not so scary talking to them. There is even a family that lives next door to us that I do NOT know very well, but find it fairly easy to talk to. However, I think about all the other people in our neighborhood I do not know. And there is one house that comes to mind. It is a house that's on the opposite end of my street. There is a group of mentally challenged adults who live in that house, and they are some of the sweetest people in the world... I have seen them on walks a couple times, and have fallen in love with them from afar. I have thought to myself numerous times "I would love to go down to their house and spend time with them." I'm sure I would learn a great deal from them. But every time I think about it, I get the biggest knot in my stomach. I wonder what I will say, how will I act, what activities I will do with them, and wonder if they will like me? And because of that fear, I have yet to go down to that house and meet my neighbors.

I think about the people I meet as I walk down the streets of Chicago who ask me for money. I can remember a trip I took just recently where I took the train downtown, and then walked to the art museum. I probably came across 4 different people who had cups out, and were asking for money. I put some money in their cup, and continued on my way. It wasn't until I found myself walking alongside of a man who began telling me his story. He was missing an arm, and was out of work, and was wondering if I could help him in any way. I listened intently to his story, handed him enough money for a meal, put my hand on his shoulder, and said, "I hope this little bit helps..." and started to walk away. He said, "You're an angel, but I suppose you're going to leave me now, huh?" And I continued to walk away... As I did, tears filled my eyes. I knew all the man wanted was someone to talk to, someone to share his story with. How fearful and nervous I got when I realized I might actually have to have conversation with him. What would I say? I know nothing about being in his position... What kinds of questions would I ask him that wouldn't offend him? I had no idea what to say or do, so because of my fear, I walked away...

This is the thing that saddens me the most... That this fear - this fear of meeting new people, interacting with people I don't know, spending time with someone who is so totally different from me - is keeping me from being able to reach out to others, and in return, allowing them to reach out to me. It has kept me from volunteering my time, it has kept me from making new friends on a daily basis, it has kept me from seeing Jesus in other people, and being Jesus to them...

I just finished reading Shane Claiborne's book "The Irresistible Revolution." I've already mentioned it a ton, and I will not hesitate to recommend this book again - it's amazing. Please, pick up a copy. However, I think reading it has messed me up a bit. It has made me realize I have used this "fear" of mine as a crutch for too long, and it's time to start making some changes. It's time for me to move past this fear. The thing I need to realize is, it's ok to take baby steps. I don't need to take a huge leap, and meet everyone I come in contact with. If even I take one step each week, I must celebrate that victory - no matter how small. I have to tackle the small hills before I climb the mountain, you know? Nobody runs a 10k without running every day, slowing adding more and more distance to their route.

So with that being said, I'd like to introduce you to myself.

Hello, my name is Tory... and I'm going to conquer this fear.

hub

I was at a surprise 50th birthday party tonight for one of my most favorite people in the world - Mike DeLong. Mike DeLong - lovingly still referred to as "P.Mike" used to be the senior pastor of my old church, and tonight we celebrated his 50th. I got to spend the evening with people I consider family. It was a great evening of conversation, and I realized just how much I enjoy dialogue with different people. I talked with one woman about my possibily going back to school for elementary education and about her job as a reading specialist (which is what I want to be). I talked with another woman about adoption (she and her husband are trying to adopt from China) and about my desire to one day adopt. I had conversations with different men about their places of employment (hey, a girl's gotta network when she's unemployed!) and I even had a conversation with my friend's dad about inappropriate hand gestures while driving (random, I know). But there was one conversation I found really interesting...

There were about 4 or 5 of us that got talking about blogs... Since our church split up, we've all sort of gone our seperate ways. Most of us see each other on occasion, but not nearly as often as we used to. Our blogs (well, at least the youngins who have them) function like the "news" - reporting what's going on in our lives. The thing that I found interesting, is one of my friends referred to my blog as the "hub." If you'll notice on my sidebar, under "meet and greet" I have an ever-growing list of other blogs that I read. She called it the "hub" because it includes almost all the blogs she reads on a regular basis, so she can just zip through the list and access them all via my sidebar. Some of the listed sites are family members, some of them are close friends, and some of them are friends I've never even met in real life. A few of them I met through Relevant Magazine that even though I have never met them face to face, I read their blogs and have even had extremely encouraging conversations with some of them! (Speaking of which, congratulations to Dave & Verity Sandell, and Justin & Kerry Wise who got married this month!)

But as I began to think about it a bit more, I realized how cool it is that I am able to access a wide variety of blogs... Each person has a different background, a different life story, differen passions, different talents, different everything - and I have access to some of their thoughts, some of their dreams, some of their silliness, and some of their passions. I feel so honored to have a list of people who let me in on a little bit of their life, and in turn, take the time to read some of my random thoughts as well. People from Wisconsin, from Canada, from Michigan, from Illinois, from Iowa, Indiana, Texas, Texas/Virginia/Ohio (hahaha - Jeffrey!), Minnesota, Washington, (I gotta work on finding some international blog friends!)... I have loved reading and dialoguing with each and every one of them... I have learned and been challenged so much!

As dorky as I sometimes think having a blog is, it's really a unique form of community. Not only do I get to keep up with people who I don't get to see as regularly anymore, but I also get to learn from some really cool people I don't even know in person. So to all of you who have a blog, or sometimes frequent this blog: thanks for sharing with me as we journey together.

purpose

I am about to enter day 27 of my “vacation” – also known as unemployment. I realize, that’s not a very long time for a person to be unemployed – especially being in the position that I am in with not a ton of bills or responsibility hanging over my head. However, the past few weeks I have started to feel a nagging sense of purposelessness. I’m not entirely sure that’s a word, but it should be because that is how I have felt the past couple of weeks – that I have absolutely no purpose. Granted, this may be due to how I spend my time. During the first couple of weeks, I engaged in all sorts of things that I love to do – writing, drawing, painting, photography, reading, etc. As the weeks went on, I found it easier and easier to watch TV and surf the internet. The amount of time I wasted doing those things probably fueled the way I was feeling. I began to wonder why I might be feeling the way I was, and landed on the idea that it was because I don’t have a job. Yeah, that’s it – that’s the ticket! I mean, why wouldn’t someone who is not currently a part of corporate America, earning a wage, and “putting in time” feel as though they have no purpose? However, tonight I came across an image I had drawn in my journal, and began to wonder if maybe it wasn’t the lack of employment that was causing this feeling of purposelessness… but something else.

I drew the above picture about 4 months ago. I was a part of a high school event this summer where we had students identify the things that have molded them as a person – their personality, their roles in life, their passions - and then express it through a collage. We did not want them to create an image of what they look like physically, but rather a representation of who they are inside – the characteristics and passions that make them unique. As leaders, we were challenged to do the same. I didn’t create a collage (those of you who know my journaling habits will know why) but instead wrote words and phrases that captured who I am.

My words represent the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. They are things that have molded me into the person that I am today. I even drew some void spaces to represent the parts of me that are still being formed – and being transformed.

As I looked over this image tonight, I began to notice four words that stuck out the most: God, Love, Mercy, and Creativity. These are four huge areas of my life. I continued to look over the image and realized that nowhere had I written “job” or “career” or “employment.” I find it interesting that I didn’t seem to think that it was something formational to who I am. I have had good jobs over the years – really good experiences. And yet, I couldn’t help but consider what made those good experiences.

The same four words kept leaping off the page as I continued to study the drawing. I began to realize that my purpose and my identity were strongly represented by those words – God, Love, Mercy, and Creativity. God has given me purpose, and that is to love and show mercy to his children… and creativity plays a huge part in that. I was just reading in Shane Claiborne’s book “The Irresistible Revolution” about how Jesus was imaginative in how he chose to show his love and spread the gospel. These four words are at the heart of my purpose – not where I work or who I work for. These four things can exist in every location – not just a job… I can even show God’s love and mercy in creative ways without having a job or a paycheck.

I am nowhere near being able to let go of my anxiousness about not having a job, and I still struggle with placing my purpose in that. However, I’m continuing to learn that my purpose lies elsewhere. And while job hunting is a pain, at least I’m not hunting for purpose.

family

Growing up, I had a very tightly knit group of friends that we referred to as "the gang." Obviously, not the most ingenious name ever created... But this group was special. I have never, and probably from this day, will never experience the kind of community I experienced with this group. There were about 15 of us, and only a few of them are pictured above. I grew up with a good portion of them - I mean, literally grew up. I have known 3 or 4 of them since probably the age of 2. The others in our group joined in about 5th or 6th grade, and even a few became a part of our group in high school. But we were so close, we were like family. I was reminiscing with my good friend Bethany (who I've known since I was 8) and her husband Jared (who I've known since I was 2) about our group of friends, and how we're hoping to have a reunion next summer with all the spouses and kids. I'm one of 4 people in our group who is still unmarried and without children, so it'll make for an interesting event. But I'm so exicted to see these people... I have such great memories of laying on a trampoline late at night during the summer, having deep conversations about everything from God to relationships. Memories of playing night games at our friend's summer home in Michigan. Camp memories, going to Mexico together, going to each others proms and banquets together, celebrating life together... My years spent with this group of people was so formational to who I am today.

My good friend Brandon also just recently wrote a post about a community we used to belong to (which is actually the reason why I wrote this post). Our community was a group of young adults, those in their early to mid 20s, called "The Gathering." This group was unique, and also formational to who I am today. I feel like I was blessed twice with two different communities to call family. The cool thing is, that's how God wired us up - to live in community. And I feel blessed that I found two different communities that I could call "family." The picture above is the young adult ministry I was a part of, as well as the high school group I volunteered with. We took a trip to Georgia to help the Habitat for Humanity Headquarters get their Global Village off the ground. The Gathering was known for spening many hours at Starbucks (for many of us, including myself, worked there) discussing everything from coffee to how we could better love our community. We had road rallies, trips to the Brownhouse Compound, nights of Xtreme Worship, The New Years Experiement, a trip to hear Rob Bell speak even though we were the odd kids out, lots and lots of Sonlife training, movie nights, Thanksgiving Dinners, Easter Breakfast (with some of the best french toast known to man!), and all sorts of other things. This built-in community was amazing - I knew I could count on them for anything...

But, like all great things, they don't last forever. I am no longer a part of either of those communities... And as hard as it is to sort of "float alone" without a community to call my own, I think it's also a really good thing because I'm starting to really learn what community is, and I'm also starting to learn to lean on God a bit more... I'm still kinda learning what that looks like. I've leaned on my friends for so long that leaning on God doesn't seem to come as naturally for me. But the relationship that has been forming lately has been so awesome. I feel as though I've been able to be really honest with God, open with him, and communicate with him in ways I haven't been able to in the past. It's interesting, and I'm curious to see where it goes. I have been without a community for about 2 years now. I have friends here and there, but not one strong community. I've just recently landed in a church I think I will be able to call home for a while, and I'm excited to see what kinds of "community" await.

Thanks to my friends Bethany, Jared, and Brandon for giving me a good trip down memory lane, and also for reminding me just how good God has been to me in the past in providing family. I can do nothing else but believe he'll provide "family" for me again in the future, and I can't wait to see who the members are!

inside

From the Inside Out
Hillsong United

A thousand times I've failed
Still Your mercy remains
And should I stumble again
I'm caught in Your grace
Everlasting
Your light will shine
When all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame

Your will above all else
My purpose remains
The art of losing myself
In bringing You praise
Everlasting
Your light will shine
When all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame

In my heart and my soul
Lord I give You control
Consume me from the inside out
Lord let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love you from the inside out

Everlasting
Your light will shine
When all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
And the cry of my heart
Is to bring You praise
From the inside out
Lord my soul cries out

I wanted to share this song with you... it moved my soul tonight as I heard it for the first time. It beautifully captures where I am
and where I want to be...

joy, part 3

Quite a while back, I posted two different entries entitled "joy." Tonight, I believe I will write a list entitled "Joy - Part 3." I had a bit of a dark day today... Nothing happened to me personally, just a lot going on in my head and my heart. But, it is very easy for me to dwell in sadness... Instead, I shall share with you my joys... Some of them may be repeats from my first two lists as it's been a while since I last read over them, and some of them will just be things I'm really thankful for... Without further ado, here is my current "joys" list:

1.) Rain dances with Amelia Rabelhofer
2.) Elephants... could there be a cooler animal?
3.) Power outages... Ok, not for obscene amounts of time... but there's something so cool about sitting by candelight and playing with flashlights!
4.) Running into old friends
5.) Little kids driving the "truck" carts at the supermarket who tell me they're driving to the zoo to see the ephalants, giraffes, fishies, froggies, and dinosaurs (yes, there's a dinosaur exhibit at our zoo)
6.) Flipz White Fudge Covered Pretzels... oh yeah... rock star!
7.) Late night conversations with random people (like Jen Howver!)
8.) Good documentaries
9.) Finding a "Short Stories From The New Yorker" book on sale for $7!
10.) Little kids... man, I hope I get to be a parent some day!
11.) Used bookstores
12.) Old buildings that look like they should be a part of "The Shining"
13.) Playing the game Telephone in church (yeah, we did that)
14.) The color orange
15.) Newsboy caps
16.) Alterra Coffee by the lake - such a great place to hang out!
17.) Adjustable shower temperatures... I take showers for granted.
18.) Books by Mo Willems...look it up.
19.) Polaroid pictures... old school baby!
20.) Smiles from elderly people - love 'em when I can get 'em!
21.) The song "Dancing Generation" by Matt Redman
22.) Worship lead by Brandon Grissom
23.) The city of Chicago... does it get any cooler?
24.) Trains... Craig K - you've opened my eyes to a love for trains!
25.) Carpet squares
26.) Maniac Mansion for Nintendo - the original
27.) Resurrecting old-school Christian music
(Whiteheart "Powerhouse," baby!)
28.) Getting comments on my blog from people in different countries
29.) Choose Your Own Adventure Books
30.) The Cosby Show

Ok, that's enough for now... maybe in the next week or so, I'll put up another list. Just writing all of these gave me joy... Knowledge of and compassion for the darker things in life are needed, but there should also be a time to rejoice in the amazing things life (and God) graces us with... These are just a few.

resolution solution

Last summer, I received a freelance writing internship from Relevant Magazine. Relevant is located in Florida, but offered long-distance internships for college students. I was in desperate need of 3 credits that were at a 300 level or above, and the Relevant Magazine internship seemed to come a perfect time.

I remember the first assignment I received from them: I was to write a review for their website on either a book, movie, or album of my choosing. Sweet deal! I love all three, and was excited for my first assignment. Music is probably my strongest love out of the three , and so of course, I decided to go with that option. I found myself debating for a few days about what album I wanted to review. I pondered reviewing an artist I was extremely familiar with so that I might create a well-informed, passionate review. But the fear in me suggested reviewing a new artist so that in case there was some music junkie out there who was smarter than me, they wouldn’t have much more knowledge on them than I would. Well, to play it safe, I decided to go with the second option and review a new artist. At the time, a plethora of new artists were emerging, and with the popularity of The Killers, I decided to review the band “The Bravery” – a rival band of The Killers. My first review seemed to go fairly well, and I received some decent feedback. There were even a few readers who posted the review on their blogs. My first assignment was fairly successful, and I was ready for the next one.

My second assignment, and pretty much every assignment from that point on, was to write an editorial for their website. I had a week to write the article, with no idea what it would be about. I happened to catch a conversation at school where a girl was lamenting her lack of “coolness” and how she would sell one of her ovaries to have an iPod. I found the statement intriguing and decided to write an article about sacrifice. The article was called “Ovaries for An iPod” and to this day, probably remains the best article I’ve written for Relevant (or in general, for that matter). My second story, too, turned out fairly well, and ended up in their e-newsletter. However, after that second editorial, it all started to go downhill.

My next few stories tanked with the readers. I got one bad review after the next. People were calling into question my thinking, my response to situations, and even the way I felt about things. I remember feeling really rejected, and thought that maybe I really WASN’T a writer – that I had just had a couple strokes of good luck with the first two. However, I began to realize something about my writing, and even my way of thinking… I don’t come to any resolutions. I had a couple articles where I offered insight, but the majority of my writing asked more questions than it gave answers. I didn’t have a good handle on life, and it came out in my writing.

Switching gears to present day, I am currently unemployed, and have a lot of time on my hands. I’ve been keeping myself occupied with plenty of TV and computer playing. However, I realize how quickly this will become unhealthy, and decided that I ought to be more productive with my time. I've been playing with Photoshop more (which, I suppose is still my computer, but at least it felt productive, not just reading one blog after the next), trying to improve the little bit of graphic design skills that I possess. Yesterday, I even tried my hand at painting again. Painting and I have not gotten along together in the past, but I thought I’d give it a go. It proved to actually be a lot of fun. However, I realized that I have been avoiding any sort of writing. I have written a few blog posts, but they've been pretty pathetic. I thought about the children’s book I wanted to write, the articles for Relevant I wanted to write, but more so, I thought about how I just wanted to write… to write just for the sake of writing. I have been avoiding the big knot in my stomach. Something about writing brings about a great deal of frustration, and I haven't been in the mood to figure out why… until today.

Today I decided that I would be dedicated to writing. This is actually the first time I have sat down to write in a really long time, so you’re getting the brunt of it. All apologies. This is probably the longest blog post I’ve ever written, and as you all know, I have written some crazy long ones. However, today, I decided to face my frustrations and just write… even if what I write comes out as an ugly beast.

In the process, I realized what my problem is… It goes back to when I was writing for Relevant Magazine. I don’t have any resolutions. I have a lot of questions, but not a lot of answers. I have a lot of ideas that start out great – about life, about God, and about love, but I never really get to the “nuggets of wisdom.” I don’t have a way to wrap up, and I don’t have a nice bow to place on it when I’m done. I noticed that a lot of my blog entries end with “I am still learning.” Or “I don’t know where to go from here.” I think that may be the reason I stopped writing for Relevant. I didn’t have any answers. I felt like I was doing too much searching to offer any advice on anything. Good writers present a reason for their writing, or at least have some sort of “epiphany”. At least, that’s how I’ve felt for a long time… But as I read more, and as I learn more about my style, I realize that I like unfinished, I like unpolished, and I like questions more than I like answers. Questions lead to more questions, which in my opinion, lead to more learning. Answers seems so concrete… Questions leave room for growth.

So while I haven’t come to a “resolution” solution, I think for now my solution is this: Write. Write like my life depends on it. Write continually, even if it’s painful. Write even when it’s ugly. Write even if there are more questions then there are answers. Hopefully, I’ll learn and grow from my writing. Hopefully the pain will bring healing. And hopefully somewhere within the ugliness, beauty will emerge.

itunes

I have to say, I have not fully tapped the magic that is iTunes... However, iTunes is both a brilliant and frustrating thing. Just this evening, I learned about a Coldplay song I had never heard of entitled "Proof." Thanks to D.Brown, I found all sorts of new Coldplay tunes - which is awesome! But here is my problem: Too much new music coming out altogether too often. I can't keep up. EPs and LPs, singles, bonus tracks...There is so much to search and explore on iTunes. It is both a blessing and a curse for a music junkie like myself.

Thank you iTunes for providing me with a magical musicland...
and an empty wallet.

violin

I am a bit of a music junkie, as many of you know. I absolutely love music - all kinds of music. I do have my moments of being picky, but slowly, I'm making my way into loving something from every genre. Polka still isn't very high on my list.

Over the past few years, I have tried my hand at a few different instruments. I started playing piano I believe around age 9, and played through my sophomore year of high school. I'm pretty rusty, but I still love to tickle the ivories whenever I'm around one. I got a guitar for my 21st birthday, and know a total of probably 10 chords. I still can't get my hand to form bar chords, but I also haven't really made a valiant attempt. I suppose I ought to keep working on that, hey? And then about 4 years ago or so, I decided to get a djembe. I was part of a young adult group at my church, and we had a couple djembes and djembe players. I started messing around with one, and got totally hooked on it! So, I purchased one and played it as a part of the worship team at church for about a year. I never really mastered it (though I did finally learn how to do decent rolls) but at least I could keep a beat, and I enjoyed banging around on it - very theraputic.

My newest love is the violin. Well, it's not really new, but more a revived love. I think movie soundtracks are what stoked this love. I remember hearing the music from Schindler's List and being totally overwhelmed with emotion. I hadn't even seen the movie - just heard the music - and I was entranced by the sadness the music conveyed. Just recently, I purchased an album by Hungarian composer Mihaly Vig (music from the films of Bela Tarr). There is one song on the album from Werckmeister Harmonies called "Valuska" (which is the theme for the main character in the film). The song is heavily carried by piano (which obviously, is my first love), but there are also harmonizing violins that make the song all the more beautifully haunting. I absolutely love this song, and the piano/violin combo are absolutely brilliant.

However, what REALLY made me dig the violin are two different people - the violinist for David Crowder's Band, and Todd Agnew's violinist. I've seen both of them perform live, and they TOTALLY get into it. It's so great. I remember hearing the song "Coming Toward" at the Passion '05 conference, and thinking "man, how cool would it be to be able to play violin!" Then, enter Todd Agnew's violin player. I could watch this guy for hours. He would get SO into it, so passionate while he played. To be honest, it looked like SOOO much fun - he was totally enjoying himself. I decided then and there, it was going on my "things to do before I die" list - learn to play the violin.

Well, as I currently do not have any cashflow coming in, right now is not the best time to look into renting a violin and lessons. However, stay tuned for further updates on the possibility of Tory learning to play violin. It may be in the works very soon.

Oh, and if you ask, I still don't know what the difference is between a violin and a viola. I WILL find out, I promise. I won't look like a dunce forever.

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10,000

I hit 10,000 visitors today. Craziness. Thanks so much to all of you who visit my blog. I've enjoyed meeting some of you, keeping up on life with some of you, and exchanging ideas with all of you.

Thanks for sticking it out with me, and this weird thing we call the blogosphere.