[[image:shibuya.jpg::center:0]] I’m far from home in a place where my cell phone doesn’t work in Japan…. disconnected. It’s weird, what did we do before cell phones? I can’t just call my wife whenever i want as i walk down the crowded tokyo streets. i can’t call my friends who are here with me to meet up or to grab something to eat. if i want to do any of these things, i have to walk all the way back to my hotel, go up to my room and start going down the rooming list until i find someone who is actually in their room. If you want to stay connected, it takes effort. don’t get me wrong, Japan is an amazing place. I love it here, it just gets a bit weird sometimes. Lost in Translation is so right on. If you haven’t seen that movie, you should.
In many ways I am experiencing the same sort of feeling when it comes to “Church”. Mainly cause me and my family aren’t really apart of one at the moment. actually, this moment has lasted probably 6 months. I could chalk it up to being away from home so much. I could chalk it up to unsatisfying “worship styles”. Maybe those things are contributors but I have a deeper sense that the problem is not outside myself. I WANT to want to be part of a community of believers, but that experience seems so far away. It’s weird, as much as i silently, or not so silently, call out other religious/spiritual/”christian” practices……at least they are practicing. I’m like Bill Murray in Lost in Translation but Scarlet Johansen just checked out of the hotel. Now I just imagine going to a Karaoke Bar with all my friends……only in my mind. Needless to say, over this time I’ve thought long and hard about what Church is. What it should mean to me. What I should mean to it.
This past easter was really weird. As far as i can remember, it’s the first easter where I didn’t go to a Church. We had waffles, read the crucifixion and resurrection story as a family from the Message, and then had an easter egg hunt in the back yard. Our little congregation of 3. Bono was worship leader and Pastor Zach preached the sermon about how Jesus was so nice and full of Love that a bunch old dudes with beards ended up killing him. But that Love kept him alive. Then I got picked up and went to the airport after lunch.
I don’t know where this poorly forged path will lead us. It’s a path nonetheless and I think God has made it a little sketchy on purpose. I’m thankful for that. Anything that comes too easy isn’t worthwhile. I will pray and ask God to show me what it is that brings us to a community, together. The search continues.
Other than all this going around in my head, everything is really good. Japan is am amazing adventure everytime. Korean BBQ, Electronics stores that rock your world, Bullet Trains. I love Shibuya, the area we are staying in. It’s like times sqaure of the East.
I’ve been listening to Pete Yorn‘s Live from New Jersey. Such an awesome live record. If you don’t know Pete, get to it!!!
That’s it for now. At this rate, i’ll blog in about a month.