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Connected in the Northwest

I like to write, I think.  Somedays I’m not so certain, as I stare at a blank page, forgetting all the witty ditties I’ve composed in my head, wishing I could just think and things would pop up on the page rather than having to put pen to paper and physically write.  There’s also the issue of releasing writings Out into the Wild:  letting others in on my thoughts, ponderings, funny moments.  Like my children, I wonder:  will these words be treasured, seen for what they are, appreciated; or will they be seen to be too rambunkous and can’t you get a better handle on those things running amuck?

People ask me to write pieces for them.  So I do.  Often it’s a whirl of energy motivated by procrastination.  I write; I revise; I submit; I rerevise.  And then I forget.  Off to the next activity, which is often evaluating the state of my house after not being supremely attentive to my wards (usually it’s a bit chaotic).  So when I actually see the words in print, I’m a bit surprised:  “I wrote something?”  And then my melancholy response:  “Uh oh, what did I write?  Was it any good?”

Yesterday when I got the mail, I received my Yearly Meeting’s newsletter (The Connection).  I faintly remember writing something for it, thinking it would be a little piece in the middle amongst notes of missionaries coming and going and quiz meets happening and to come.  But, whoops:  it was on the front page.  And my melancholy nature said, “Uh oh.  What did I write again?” followed by “methinks I’d write something different if I knew if was going to be front-page material.”  Probably best I not think about those things, anyway.

Here’s my article.  The online piece is longer than the printed because there wasn’t enough room (or I’m just a wordy, wordy girl).  A snapshot of growing up in Northwest Yearly Meeting.  It’s not perfect, but on that day at that time when I wrote the piece, the words were true:  and I’m choosing to rest in that truth.  (And the belief that if the piece were less-than-ideal, the editor (and friend) would have said so).

Ecclectic Reads and a Review

It’s the holidays, and my reading has consisted of things like Siblings Without Rivalry, Knitting for Peace, Cricket at the Manger (check out the stellar illustrations!), Hotel Dusk:  Room 215 (okay, so that’s not a book, but the game has enough words to make up a novel!) and The Genesis Trilogy.   Ecclectic, yes?  But then again, that seems to be the theme of the holidays (as we were going to Jason’s family’s friend’s house and Judah asked if we were going to spend the night there, and if not there, then where were we spending the night that night.  It might be a bit telling of our nomadic nature as of late).

Today I came across a review of a book that sounds like it’d spur some stellar discussion.  The book store is Hearts & Minds (HT Christine Sine), and the book is Peace to War.  I’m particularly interested since I just wrote a piece reflecting on our Yearly Meeting’s Query 10:  what will I say to my sons about war?  How do I live a lifestyle that is reflective and teaching about the way of peace?  How do I not?

The reviewer asked a question that peaked my interest:

Will the Mennonites, Brethren in Christ, evangelical Friends or other such groups lose their bearings as nonviolence is divorced from a full-orbed Biblical worldview? . . . As one reviewer on the back put it (from a Church of God seminary) “Here is a profoundly disturbing read for anyone concerned about faith formation across generations…the implications of this study are worth examining by all traditions asking ‘Will our children have faith?'”

Interesting thoughts as we move into a New Year (which I recently read isn’t so much celebrating a new year as much as marking the day that Christ was taken to the priests for circumcision.  Puts a new spin on the merrymaking, eh?).

If A Tree Falls During a Quaker Business Meeting

Last week was the hundred-somethingth annual session of Northwest Yearly Meeting.  My knowledge of the number of times our yearly meeting has gathered may tell you the amount I was able to participate.  Things like broken water mains and fussy children and upset tummies and life in general just seem to get in the way.  Yes, there was childcare, but I liked the folks in there too much to drop off a “I’m one and trying out my terrible twos a little early just to warm up to them” son.  Instead, I watched (some of) the evening sessions online thanks to my hubby and my hubby’s coworker’s streaming computer and my hubby’s other coworker’s camera that streamed to the computer that came over the fiber optics that entered into my computer that drowned out the sound of the “Mega Truck Adventures” playing on the tv.  I also read lots of Facebook statusi regarding the challenging, encouraging words Tony Campolo shared.

One day my dad and I carpooled to campus to go to our respective meetings while my gracious mother was watching the boys.


Dad:  “So, you’ll meet me back at the car?”

Me:  “What time are you meeting with your group?”

Dad:  “4:30”

Me:  “Why don’t you just go back home when you’re done?  Then I’ll meet up with Jason and we can get food and take it home.”

Dad:  “I thought the reason we carpooled was so that your mother have a car to bring into town with the boys to meet us for dinner.”

Me:  “Oh, yeah.”

Dad (insert exasperated face):  “What do you want me to do?” (my mother, and brother, and potentially Dad’s coworkers will recognize that face and tone  :D).

Me:  “Well, yeah.  I guess I’ll just meet you at the car!”


Me calling Jason:  “Okay, so I’m here and going to my meeting.”

Jason:  “Okay.”

Me:  “Mom’s home with the boys.  Dad and I carpooled so that Mom can come into town with the boys and we can go out to eat.  But I was thinking we should just take food home.”

Jason:  “Okay.”

Me, distracted looking at the enormous tree laying down in the middle of campus with all the caution tape draped around it:  “So why don’t you meet me when your meeting’s done outside of my meeting’s room.  We tend to run over.”

Jason:  “Okay.  Where are you?”

Me:  “EHS 102.  The Lecture Hall.  You know, the same room that the Board of Evangelism met in for years and years.”

Jason:  “Oh.”

Me:  “Yeah, way to break the ties with that old board, eh?”  (The Board of Local Outreach, or BOLO, oversees many of the areas that the BoE oversaw.  But they *aren’t* the same board.  Nope, not at all).

Jason:  “Okay.”


Me, hustling over to Dad’s car, parked way in the boonies (and for anyone who wonders, the boonies are located in the Ross parking lot on the farthest parking row a number of spaces back from the building, because my meeting went over):  “Hey Dad, been waiting long?”

Dad:  “Nope.”

Me:  “So I called Mom and said we’d just bring dinner home so she doesn’t have to load up the boys.  What do you want?”

Dad:  “Mexican.”

Me:  “Okay, let’s go to the restaurant to order.”

Dad:  “So I have a question for you:  is the symbol for the Yearly Meeting a tree?”

Me:  “Uh, yeah, I think so.  I know they have a new graphic.  Jason would know;  he does all that website stuff.”

Dad:  “Okay.  So now I have another question for you:  did you see that big tree that fell over in the middle of campus?”

Me:  “Yeah, I was thinking how doofy that was of Plant Services to take that down in the middle of Yearly Meeting.  I mean, hello:  people all around!”

Dad:  “Did you know that it fell down?  In the middle of a business meeting?”

Me:  “No, I had no idea.”

Dad:  “So, I read this book a little while back called, ‘If This Were A Dream, What Would It Mean?‘ talking about how when strange events happen in our dreams, we oftentimes will accredit that to God speaking to us.  But what about strange events happening in waking life?  We usually disregard that.  But if we pay attention to the symbols, if we ask the question, maybe we’ll recognize that God’s speaking to us.”

Me:  “Huh.”

Dad:  “So, a tree falls in the middle of the business meeting:  not just *falls*, but splits in two with half still standing.  The Yearly Meeting’s symbol is a tree.  If this were a dream, what would it mean?”

Me:  “Uh, my writing/lit mind has a few ideas, but I’m not sure. (And I didn’t say it, but I was scared to answer, because it might reveal my inferior mortal conclusions).  Do you?

Dad:  “I don’t know.  I’m just asking the question!”

Me:  “Well, I should probably call Jason and ask him what he wants for dinner first.”

Dad:  “Okay.”

Me, calling:  “Hey, we’re getting Mexican.  What do you want?”

Jason:  “You must’ve gotten out early.”

Me:  “Nope, ran long.  Why?”

Jason:  “Well, I didn’t see you come out.”

Me:  “You were there?  Oh, yeah . . . .”

(I hope there’s not a message from the Spirit in that . . . )  🙂


So, what do you think about my dad’s question?  If that were a dream, what would it mean?

Next Steps: Stepping into Fast

So, I last left you with the question of what it would be like for a faith community to sabbath for a year:

  • What would that look like?
  • What could be revealed during that time?
  • Where could God take a group who was willing to lay it all out on the table, let God gets His mits all over everything, and wait to receive?
  • Do we really believe that all we do as a church is God’s and for God? Or is it for us and of our own power?

During December I read the book of Isaiah. While everyone else seems to be immersed in Luke, I felt called to look at the “primary resources” behind our Advent readings and meditations. Each day I would read a chapter, trying to figure out what life in Israel and the world at that time really looked like, hoping that would give me insight into how Isaiah’s words might have impacted the Israelites in their day-to-day living. Over my bowl of Bob’s Red Mills high fiber hot cereal with almonds, flaxseed, cinnamon, and blueberries, I’d read and ponder and move on with my day.

Until one day: the day I hit Isaiah 58. The title of the section was “True Worship”. I thought, ‘How applicable to my situation where I’m on a task force discerning the next steps for worship in our community!’ And I ate my gruel and moved on with my day.

Until the next day. When I sat down, gruel in front of my, along with my happy light, and I opened up to Isaiah 59. Except that my eyes went back to Isaiah 58. I tried to move them back down the page: they did not want to budge. It was like that moment in Friends when Chandler proposes to Monica the first time, simply because they had had a fight and he didn’t know how to apologize or make up: everyone was in the room and groaned and turned away except for Rachel who sat at the kitchen table with her hands pressed against the side of her face staring and muttering, “Oh, oh, I can’t not look at it!”

I couldn’t not look at it.

Same thing happened the next day. And the next. And then one of those days happened to be a Sunday, and so I read it during most of church, wondering if I was meant to share it in service.

But no: I was meant to share it during that afternoon’s Next Steps meeting, when I sat silently stewing most of the meeting until finally someone asked if I had something to say (sigh: seriously – don’t they know better?) and the floodgates opened. I can’t remember all I babbled about – it was a bit of a roundabout (shocking, I know). But I do know that at some point I read Isaiah 58 to the group. Actually, I sobbed it out, having to pause because I couldn’t read through the tears (I remember shaking my head to try and get the tears out so I could move on because, dang it, Holy Spirit, couldn’t you move me in some other way so that I’m still functional and understandable? And not quite so soggy? :)).

Isaiah 58

Fasting that Pleases God

1 “Cry aloud, spare not;
Lift up your voice like a trumpet;
Tell My people their transgression,
And the house of Jacob their sins.
2 Yet they seek Me daily,
And delight to know My ways,
As a nation that did righteousness,
And did not forsake the ordinance of their God.
They ask of Me the ordinances of justice;
They take delight in approaching God.
3 ‘ Why have we fasted,’ they say, ‘and You have not seen?
Why have we afflicted our souls, and You take no notice?’

“ In fact, in the day of your fast you find pleasure,
And exploit all your laborers.
4 Indeed you fast for strife and debate,
And to strike with the fist of wickedness.
You will not fast as you do this day,
To make your voice heard on high.
5 Is it a fast that I have chosen,
A day for a man to afflict his soul?
Is it to bow down his head like a bulrush,
And to spread out sackcloth and ashes?
Would you call this a fast,
And an acceptable day to the LORD?
6Is this not the fast that I have chosen:
To loose the bonds of wickedness,
To undo the heavy burdens,
To let the oppressed go free,
And that you break every yoke?
7 Is it not to share your bread with the hungry,
And that you bring to your house the poor who are cast out;
When you see the naked, that you cover him,
And not hide yourself from your own flesh?
8 Then your light shall break forth like the morning,
Your healing shall spring forth speedily,
And your righteousness shall go before you;
The glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard.
9 Then you shall call, and the LORD will answer;
You shall cry, and He will say, ‘Here I am.

“ If you take away the yoke from your midst,
The pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness,
10 If you extend your soul to the hungry
And satisfy the afflicted soul,
Then your light shall dawn in the darkness,
And your darkness shall be as the noonday.
11 The LORD will guide you continually,
And satisfy your soul in drought,
And strengthen your bones;
You shall be like a watered garden,
And like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.
12 Those from among you
Shall build the old waste places;
You shall raise up the foundations of many generations;
And you shall be called the Repairer of the Breach,
The Restorer of Streets to Dwell In.
13 “ If you turn away your foot from the Sabbath,
From doing your pleasure on My holy day,
And call the Sabbath a delight,
The holy day of the LORD honorable,
And shall honor Him, not doing your own ways,
Nor finding your own pleasure,
Nor speaking your own words,
14 Then you shall delight yourself in the LORD;
And I will cause you to ride on the high hills of the earth,
And feed you with the heritage of Jacob your father.
The mouth of the LORD has spoken.”

What I didn’t know until after I shared is that another church in our area has been praying this scripture over NFC for almost two years, specifically verse 12 (which stood out to me on my initial reading as well as another person in our group).

A member of the task force suggested we sit with this scripture as a group. We did. As we prepare for our upcoming fast, I wonder if others would be willing to think on Isaiah 58 as well, holding up Newberg Friends as well as your own faith gathering if it’s different. What stands out to you? What strikes you? What convinces you? What does true fasting mean to you?

My Tradition’s Distinctives: Plaques or Tools?

This weekend Jason and I got a break from our little Turbo Tyke while he spent the night at Jason’s sister’s house. Did we spend our time staying up late, going out to dinner, enjoying long strolls, dancing until the wee hours, going to hear cool speakers like Brian McLaren, playing video games until dawn? Not so much. Instead, we both attended our respective boards: it was Northwest Yearly Meeting’s annual MidYear Boards. Jason presented an introduction to the new Yearly Meeting website; I tried to keep Trey and Shawn from distracting Jason by praying to “Dear 8 pounds 6 ounces baby Jesus, new born, not even spoken a word yet” during the presentation.

I must admit: I had a bad attitude going into the weekend. Thanksgiving and gratitude were not the top characteristics of my demeanor. The boards have been reorganized, and very few folks know what’s going on, especially with regards to my board (Local Outreach). Seriously: we looked at the budget, trying to make budget plans for 2008, and could barely figure out what we were spending money on this year, much less try to dream about what sorts of funds we’d need in a year plus. We could dream up all sorts of programs and resources, but if it’s not what the faith communities *really* need, then what’s the point? Who are our faith communities we’re serving/representing anyway? A number of us questioned about being on the board: should we just go back home and work in areas we can actually be useful in?

But I think we can all be useful: we can share our stories from our worship gatherings, our local areas, our past experiences. We can call out themes and leadings we see happening locally and Yearly Meeting-wide. If only we can stay awake during our meetings (man, they’re long).

The conversation of “numbers” came up multiple times. For some folks, hearing “numbers means growth” is a practical, linear statement: healthy organisms grow. For others, it makes them remember attractional experiences when they were brought into the church and left out to dry: “They kept hammering, ‘Bring your friends!’ into my head, but why would I do that when *my* needs weren’t even being met? Why would I bring friends there to be hungry like me?” The communication issue grew with the folks who’ve had good experiences with growing numbers: “We bring them to Christ. We disciple them. We help them grow, in practical ways such as budgeting and in spiritual ways such as prayer and healing. They in turn bring their friends because needs are being met.” They were talking about the same thing, but the words cause major blockage.

One of my blockage markers: “We need to grow Quaker churches.” I know: how could that be a block for a ‘raised in the Quaker church’ girl such as myself? I must be honest: I don’t care about growing Quaker churches. I care about furthering God’s Kingdom, calling folks into Kingdom living, whatever that may look like. Again, the board was divided: it was somewhat fun to have the Area Superintendent in on our conversation at that point: he really cares about growing Quaker churches. Before the furrowed brows became too engraved, a friend spoke up, noting that he does enjoy the Quaker tradition, but he thinks of the distinctives “not as some sort of trophies or awards or plaques to display on the wall, but rather tools we use to indwell/embody Christ to others.”

And that made my weekend totally worth it.

A Time to Gather & A Place to Share

This past weekend Northwest Yearly Meeting had their first ever all-board retreat. At our annual sessions it was approved to create new boards and start from scratch with board members: a massive undertaking. This weekend was the first time for us to gather together, to look at the purpose and vision of our board, and to dream of how we’ll work together (both individually within our board and collectively with other boards and the Yearly Meeting as a whole). Sounds like oodles of fun, eh? Well, when you spend your time scouting out the best deal on mandarin oranges and wondering what in the world your child ate that could make his poo smell oh so foul, the idea of meetings with adults doesn’t seem all that bad.

The best part? Connecting with the individuals who were present. So many seeking spirits, so many dedicated individuals, so many folks saying, “I’m not quite sure how I’m called, but I’m here none the less!” The themes I heard through the weekend:

  • questioning: but a questioning that involves trust and faith rather than doubt
  • excitement: “leaning into the harness, raring to go”
  • doubt: does moving “bits and pieces” really make a difference if the people of the Yearly Meeting aren’t living out Christ’s call to “Go! Feed my sheep!” in their everyday lives?
  • isolation/loneliness: an ache to connect with others who are questing and questioning as well
  • hope: when the people of God are gathered together, something is bound to happen

I chatted with a number of folks about a variety of resources I’ve found helpful in my own personal journey: very random in nature, but I figured I’d throw it up in one solitary post a) because I’m lazy, and 2) because it’s almost dinnertime and I’m hungry. 🙂

Labyrinths: an interview with Jonny Baker of

Women leader resources: Convergence, a gathering of Northwest emerging women leaders in January

Random helpful books: Emerging Churches, Emerging Worship, The Shaping of Things to Come, Exiles, The Present Future, The Secret Message of Jesus (especially the last chapter “Plotting Goodness”), Cultivating a Life for God

Some worship gatherings that seem to “get it”: Evergreen (check out the pastor’s blog: good stuff, especially on community), Church of the Apostles (Seattle), Jacob’s Well, Solomon’s Porch, Vineyard Boise

This is SO not definitive. And yes, it’s relying heavily on “emerging” sources: but that’s where I’ve found folks who are actively asking, seeking, and knocking. Hope it’s enough to get you started. What are some books/websites/gatherings/resources that have really shaped your current lifeview and challenged you to keep questing for those “Oh, there you are, God!” moments? Keep the ideas flowing!


For the past few years I have been a member of the Northwest Yearly Meeting of Friends Churches’ Board of Evangelism. Sounds a bit odd for someone who spouts off about doing church in new and creative ways, eh? When I was in a very much seeker phase (not fully connected with my church, not sure if I wanted to be connected with a church), a friend advertised openings on the board. He was employed by the board, and since I really respected the sort of stuff he was doing (discernment, leadership development), I figured: hey! This could be interesting.

And it has been. The glow and infatuation with my first foray into the Adult Yearly Meeting World turned to confusion with bits of frustration and apathy thrown in for good measure.

“Yay! I’m in a place where I can be effective and helpful in offering gifts and really doing God’s work at a bigger level!”

“Wait. We just sat through eight hours of meetings, and I can’t remember ever really noticing where God’s moving. How many times do we have to look at the budget, and why can’t I tell if we’re in the black or red?”

“Simple church does not have to be a house church! And no: numbers aren’t huge. Missional is in for the long haul: it takes time! When have you done anything recently that begat big numbers? Hmmm?”

“Another meeting. Another budget. Is this last year’s agenda? It looks familiar . . .”

It was interesting a) being one of three girls, 2) being the only young adult and iii) being Joe Gerick’s kid: three strikes, you’re out! I figured I could say whatever I wanted – the only way for me to go was up. And so I did talk. Folks used my token young adult status to question why young adults no longer went to church. Some actually saw a compassion in my sharings and encouraged me to continue seeking. I heard stories about folks working outside of the box, truly living in the Spirit; but I also saw how poorly we were equipped (or willing) to support them.

This past week members of the Yearly Meeting approved a restructure of the organization: positions, moneys, boards. Duties were shuffled, combined, created, and eliminated to create brand spankin’ new boards. We’ve been asked not to say things like, “The Local Outreach Board, i.e. the old BOE and Board of Peace and Social Concerns”: we’ve been asked to look at them as new entities. That’s hard to do.

I wasn’t a part of the approval process: I heard about it at MidYear Boards, but I didn’t attend community meetings or the business meetings – the notion of the potential squabbling over details made my stomach crunch. I do have a concern that I see no obvious place where out-of-the-box ministries and callings will be affirmed and nurtured: I never said anything because I sensed that a pat answer would be provided (Oh, it will fall under here or over here). But, it doesn’t seem that obvious to me.

I also didn’t speak up because I’m at peace with what’s happening. It appears that these types of works, if they are to take place, will have to occur on the local level. Maybe that’s where it should’ve been happening all along. Just like many Quakers fear having a paid pastor because the congregation might slack on their individual ministerial duties (oh, we’ve paid someone to take care of that stuff), I wonder if an atmosphere of apathy towards being relevant in our cultural context has been created due to thinking, “Oh, the Yearly Meeting takes care of those callings.” But now: it doesn’t seem obvious to me that it will be happening at the upper level: local meetings are going to have to step up.

“However, there are other voices that express real hope — not in the reconstitution of Christendom, but in the idea that the end of this epoch actually spells the beginning of a new flowering of Christianity. The death of Christendom removes the final props that have supported the culturally respectable, mainstream, suburban version of Christianity. This is a Christianity expressed by the “Sunday Christian” phenomenon wherein church attendance has very little effect on the lifestyles or values or priorities expressed from Monday to Saturday. This version of Christianity is a facade, a method for practitioners to appear like fine, upstanding citizens without allowing the claims and teachings of Jesus to bite very hard in everyday life. With the death of Christianity the game is up. There’s less and less reason for such upstanding citizens to join with the Christian community for the sake of respectability or acceptance. The church in fewer and fewer situations represents the best vehicle for public service or citizenship, leaving only the faithful behind to rediscover the Christian experience as it was intended: a radical, subversive, compassionate community of followers of Jesus” (Exiles, Frost 7-8).

I can mourn the “loss” of the board I participated in . . . or I can look around to see how God is redeeming this change to move in new, incredible, hopeful ways.

God’s moving: there is no doubt of that. The question is will we join, or will we be too busy rearranging our organizational furniture to notice?

For the early LD on YM, catch me at the BP

The 114th annual sessions of Northwest Yearly Meeting of Friends Churches are coming to a close today. I’m pooped.

Barclay Press has been very gracious in extending an invitation for me to write for their Daily Journal: apparently they didn’t get enough “How to Find God While Your Son’s Diaper Explodes” stories. :) At first I thought Yearly Meeting week would be too crazy to write during, but then I thought, “Hey, crazy fodder to write about! Sweet.” When I ran the idea by them, I was given nothing but affirmation to write about what took place. So kind.

I’ll write more about my Yearly Meeting experience, but for the early lowdown, check this out.

Standing Before the Frustration Door: How Will We Enter?

“Frustration is a catalyst for release. The very thing you are frustrated about is the thing you get to release. Do it privately first and publicly second. Frustration is always about increasing or level of intercession. You need to come into the Throne Room and start interceding for the very thing you are frustrated about. If you are feeling it (frustration is a message from God), then it is your responsibility to pray about it. Frustration then is about an open door.” – Graham Cooke

Our Yearly Meeting Sessions are coming up. Words I often hear associated with it: community, gathering, exciting, frustrating. This session could be particularly challenging as we’re looking at restructuring the organization: boards, reps, etc. I would dare say that Quakes don’t tend to deal with change well (and we usually don’t have to change; one person will voice their concern, and due to conflicting interpretations of the process of consensus, the whole motion comes to a screeching halt): this could be a tricky time.

“Churches (Yearly Meetings) go through pruning times as well. There are times it has to lay all its programs on the altar and ask God, ‘Are you still okay with all of this?’ Frustration makes us desperate to do this properly — to prepare ourselves well. And when you hear from the Lord what He wants to release, then you need to start praying that response. Then you need to ask the Lord to help you with your planning: how do we prepare the way of the Lord right now?” – G.C.

While the gathering begins tomorrow, it’s never too late to start interceeding regarding your frustrations: special treat, eh? 🙂

Using a favorite prayer of Saint Anne, “Help me (us) help me (us)” and “Please please please.”

Call Out: Thoughts on Quakerging

Recently I had an email query:

increasingly curious about the connection (if any) between Quakers and
emerging church. I have had some thoughts about this for some time, but I
wonder what your perspective (and religious background and geographical
background) is.

I thought I’d throw it out to everyone so as to get a more well-rounded perspective, because for some strange reason, I have a sense that my experience isn’t exactly like everyone else’s. 🙂 I know folks have got some great thoughts on whether Querging (Quaking and Emerging) really works, and if so, where that’s happening. If I was really good and had time, I’d dig through all of your wonderful blogs and pull out your posts. But realistically, I have to wake up my child in two minutes to drag to Bible study, then to the store, then home, yowl at him and the cat to STAY OUT OF THE CHRISTMAS TREE, throw some food down his throat, chuck him into his crib, and then work on the pile of Christmas Projects I took upon myself because somehow I thought my days were boring and spent eating bon bons and watching soaps.

SO, just to let you, oh query-er know, I am thinking about your question. I’m calling upon the collective knowledge of bloggers and commenters to provide their best stuff (new or old on):

  • Emerging Church
  • Quakerism
  • If/How the emerging conversation fits within other denominations
  • Specifically, if Querging is possible/happening
  • If you don’t blog, you should start. 🙂 But if you don’t want to start, leave a comment. If you do blog, you can either post links to your best posts here, or compile those links into a post and leave that post here.