It’s a meme, some sort of virus I caught from John Smulo. What’re ya gonna do, eh? I figure it was probably started by somebody trying to sort out who the kinderbloggers were and who actually had a “30” to report upon. Ah, well.
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night… no, wait, that’s Sting with the Chieftains filling my brain. Ten years back, 1997. I was a committed part of a church-planting team. We had just had a very good retreat together during which Princess Diana died… which I actually mentioned on that anniversary. We were plugged in and plugging away… it was just before the disillusionment set in that would end a seven-year weariness by setting us packing from the church. “The Toronto Blessing” effects had worn down in the city and we were starting to look for the next big revival-thing. We set some really good stones into the foundation of our little church community, but they were later ripped out.
Twenty years ago, I was starting my junior year at college (I took a couple of years off before starting college). 1987. I had returned that August from Hong Kong, where I had spent the summer doing the short-term missions thing with Campus Crusade. We did a quick trip into China, and after the whole team departed, a friend and I hooked up with Open Doors and did another “trip” in. I was working on planning a huge youth event at my alma mater, which ultimately proved to set a very high bar for everything that came after it. Over the following two years, they split the portfolio I held on the committee into about four separate ones. I was getting swept up in the Vineyard movement, though I found a home among a bunch of neo-Pentecostals and charismatics as there was no Vineyard in my area. I was Vineyard on the inside, though. I had met my wife by that time, but we wouldn’t start dating for another six months or so. I had my sights set on Andrew Jones‘ job with OM (not kidding, though I didn’t know him then).
Thirty years ago, I would have been at home, considering some form of school homework which was less preferable to a hundred other things I could have thought of, most of which involved goofing off or making something. The family had moved about a mile the previous year into a new home we had built in a different neighbourhood… and hey, it was 1977. I was probably thinking about Star Wars, reading comic books, listening to the radio, that sort of thing.
Let’s see, who to tag…. I don’t know if some of these have been hit already, but, hmmm…. Robbymac, Grace, Lori, Bill and Makeesha. And Glenn Hatcher.
thanks for the “Short History of Brother Maynard”…30 years ago…I was in seminary getting my M.Div @ Pacific Lutheran Theologial Seminary…I was also a Program Director at a Camp in Felton California and surfing as many days as I could in Santa Cruz…oh, one more thing…I was just starting to drink. My dad is an alcholic…I hated anything having to do with drinking (good ole fundmentalist stance) for a long time until I lived in the Bay Area and started drinking wine! It was a hard but fun fall! That’s all I’ll get into for now…1977…it was a good year!
Hey Robin, no cheatin’. You have to post this on you blog. Brother M, wow, that’s was fun. We have a lot in common.
Gosh, you’re really old, I can’t believe you have a 30, oh
wait so do I. I’m old too. Good to get to know alittle
more history ’bout ya.
I enjoyed reminiscing over the Top 100 songs from 1977. These are the songs and groups that I remember. Lots of disco in there, but I didn’t see any Monk. ;)
Thanks for sharing. Very interesting to get a peek into your life at those times.