Creators, Not Consumers

I've been listening to Colony House's CD "When I Was Younger" non-stop since it arrived in the mail on Tuesday.
I was fortunate enough to attend Catalyst (a Christian leadership conference) in Dallas this past week, thanks to a dear friend's connections. Colony House played live at the conference on Friday morning, and I was in awe. I love and appreciate music, but I don't think I've ever been so instantly drawn to a sound like I was when they played. They are a rock band, and somehow they still captivated a room of middle-aged, sleep-deprived pastors early in the morning. That alone speaks to their skill.
Their album is more than music ... it's Art.
I think that's why I'm addicted - because the instruments, the melodies, the lyrics subtly, yet forcefully, appeal to the Creator.

As it turns out, two of the band members are sons of Steven Curtis Chapman.
My brain won't rest thinking about that connection, about the implications of my decisions in the lives of my children.

Those two boys grew up watching their dad create. I'm sure it wasn't always pretty, either - they had a front row seat to the hardship, the self-discipline, the tirelessness involved in pursuing creativity with one's life. And I'm sure there were days that they resented their dad's creative pursuits, when music drew him away from their home. But SCC's creative legacy now extends beyond his own songs. His sons, from intimate contact with a creative soul, knew why and how to pursue creativity in their own lives. And, as witnesses to creative dreams fulfilled, they believed enough in their own creativity to pursue it as a livelihood.

This is one of my great dreams as a parent: that my children would see their dad and I functioning as co-creators with Christ, pursuing (in some capacity) the creative impulses of our souls for the glory of God.
Of course, this much easier said then done. Shopping, watching TV, constantly checking social media and general self-indulgence are all habits that (in excess) suggest a consumer-heart instead of a creative-heart. I'm learning that creativity is indeed an uphlill battle - coasting as a consumer requires a fraction of the effort involved in getting off the couch to contribute something beautiful to the atmosphere of the world.

But I want to fight for that. I'll fight for it because creativity is a gift meant to be returned to God. I'll fight for it because creativity feeds my soul that's desperately famished endless consuming. I'll fight for it because I want a legacy that extends beyond myself, that I may watch my children flourish in their own creative pursuits.

So whether its a meal, music, a piece of furniture, a poem, a beautiful space, a painting, a photograph, a letter, a song, an act of service, or something I can't even envision, fight with me to make a space (however small) for creativity in your life. 

Haven

I've been thinking a lot about this upcoming year - what I want to accomplish, who I want to become, and where I want to allocate my time. I know I'm not alone: the new year seems to push a reset button in our souls, though we're often quick to dismiss or trivialize a fresh start.
I've devoted more attention to this goal-setting inclination than in the past, largely because of the Storyline conference I attended this fall. There was a lot of discussion about dreaming BIG for the Kingdom, and then breaking those dreams down into more tangible month-to-month, day-to-day, and moment-to-moment goals.

My list of 2015 goals is still a work in progress. Actually, that makes me sound much more put-together than I am. I have a jumbled mess of priorities, dreams, timelines and minutia in my head that will hopefully morph into a list at some point.

During small group yesterday, my friend Rachel was telling us how her mother prompted her to choose one word as a goal for 2015.
Rachel didn't overtly prompt us to do the same, but I immediately knew what my overarching word for this year will be.

Haven.

Two of my more tangible dreams for this year (buying a house and getting trained as foster parents) have my thought-life already gravitating towards this word. I want to really craft a home, where people (friends, family, foster children, etc) feel safe, warm, loved, cared for, nurtured and valued. And the more I've thought about this word, the more God seems to suggest that in order to make my home a haven, I need to have a haven-heart. I want my soul, my spirit, my personhood to give that same feeling of safety and value.

So while I've started to notice spaces that feel like a haven, I'm also noticing the haven-hearted people in my world. And I'm going to start taking notes, asking for help, praying desperately for the intervention of the Holy Spirit. More often than I would like, I find my soul-ground to be either very desolate or very tumultuous. I'm praying that changes this year.

So while I have yet to hash-out some of the details of my 2015 goals, I know what direction I'm headed ... towards a haven.