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I have been piecing together some thoughts about my attendance at the Estuary Chino conference: Quest for a Spiritual Home. To me it comes down to the question of what it means to be a person. Which can be a simple question with a simple answer or
a very profound question with many ideas, words and dangers. I think it is safe to say that a person cannot be a person alone. So, hooray for me, I got that figured out. And it wasn’t just the talks that got me thinking in this direction.
It was in the small groups, the meals shared, the hard working volunteers that provided the meals and everything else. Also, can I mention the always available fruit baskets? I had the best apples of my life in Chino. Apples to contemplate on.
The question at hand was also in the structure, the campus, of the church. In the manicured lawns and gardens. In the busy bathrooms that were kept clean and well supplied. Everything was done in such an unobtrusive way it was as if
the church building itself was alive and doing its part to serve the people within. It was also in the stories told and over told. Over heard and under heard. With many words and no words at all. It is always about Story, as it was in the beginning, is now,
and ever shall be. At least to this person. So there, one initial thought, via Twitter blah blah blah.Maybe I should take Job’s advice from long ago and “Don’t be an idiot. Journal your thoughts”. Ok, Job. Getting closer.
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