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Trying to figure out why I left my daughter’s sippy cup on the newspaper machine.

This must be where Jesus parks his donkey…

Todd, Mark and I were checking out some available space today in West Ashley. I noticed this as we were leaving.
We’re seeing this kind of stuff more and more in Charleston.

Who is this parking space for?
Is it for a hurting man who needs the mercy the cross offers? If so, why is there only one space?
Is it for a lost woman to show her that the cross is where she can find her way? And if so, again…why only one space?
Is it for the pastor? Maybe it’s there to remind him that the life he’s led since he last backed out of the space has not turned any eyes toward that cross.
Or is it a space left open by the people of this little church to demonstrate that Jesus is deserving of being given a place of honor?

It’s becoming clear why God has moved us here…there are too many empty parking spaces in churches.

Discuss…

We’re Not in Kansas Any More…

[Posted this at ParrisFam.com, too. Still trying to figure out how to decide which blog to post some of this stuff on.]

Wow. What a whirlwind.

It’s now been two months since I worked as a staff member at West Ridge. Now I’m an upstart Worship “Pastor” (still trying to get my brain around that) with barely a clue of how to get upstarted.

Since Memorial Day, we have moved into a rental house in Charleston (South Carolina), rented out our home in Paulding County (Georgia), taken two or three trips back and forth to get (most) of our flammable possessions, celebrated Caia’s second birthday, recognized Jack’s 6-month birthday, scheduled back surgery for Annette…and that’s only the first 5% of what’s taken up our time.

I say “flammable possessions” because there is no more honest time to realize just how meaningless stuff is than moving day(s). It’s all gonna burn. (a lot of it I wish would burn, quite honestly.)

The biggest percentage of my time has been consumed by freelance web-design. It’s been productive…but exhausting. And for the most part, the number of projects has dried up. The economy is hitting small businesses’ web budgets hard. This is a bad thing and a good thing for me. In bad light, funds are very tight. Tighter than ever before. But in good light Annette and I are realizing how important it is that we quickly transition into a fully support-based posture as it relates to my income.

Web-design work is very inconsistent. Feast or famine in the truest sense. A web-designer-friend and I were talking about it this morning. We go weeks with little work coming in, and then a long project list comes in all at once with very little room to breathe. It compromises our ability to deliver a quality product, and breaks down the rhythm of our families.

From Tuesday night until Thursday at 5pm this week, I literally didn’t even step outside the door of our house. Not even to check the mail. All for clicking and tapping my way to healthy web code.

Brutal.

So Annette and I have prayed and talked about how to transition the focus of my time from web-design more clearly to River Church. Not to say I won’t ever do a web project here and there. (Current or recently quoted clients, please take note! I’m still here!) But depending on it solely is wearing us thin already.

I’m thankful for God to show us this so soon and so clearly. I’m excited as heck about it to be honest. There are so many relationships I’m already forming with artists here in Charleston…and there is so much in general to be done to get this church on its legs. The remaining percentage of my time that has been given to River Church has been far to small. It won’t be tough at all to fill my time with things that fulfill the reason God moved us here to begin with.

We all need margin. Leftovers. Wasted time. Doggonit…we need to burn our leftover stuff and some of our time. Enough open time to walk or bike to our destination. Or for a ride on the slow boat. Sustainable pace, people. It’s critical.

Here’s a thought… Pacing yourself and creating margin in your life is a required ingredient for living by Faith. It’s how you tell your list, your family, your Father that you really do believe that you can do It without doing it all.

All that to say, in a nutshell, we’re hoping the storm will soon pass. We’re gonna give it a little nudge, even. It’s time to hit a stride and begin making headway. Gotta get the grease off the soles of my shoes.

Gotta Crawl Before You Can Walk…Go, Jac!

Here’s my little man beating out his big sisters in the age they learned to crawl. That’s my BOY!

Download now or watch on posterous

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I can quit anytime I want

I’ve eaten 4 of these today. They’re really good. Fortunately they’re only 15 calories each. Serious citric acid goodness in three flavors. I have a leaning towards orange.

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Oh. My. Gosh.

25 June, 2010
 
I’ll remember that I was packing my house to move when I heard that Michael Jackson died.
 
Thanks for the memories, Jack-O.
 
A tragic life, but an amazing talent.
 
. . .
 
stephenparris.com
arts + innovation pastor • riverchurch.com
678.469.9820 // @stephenparris

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Father’s Day, may I use my Mulligan?

Sunday = Father’s Day. Here’s how THAT went down.

Let’s go stay at my parents’ house! WIN
Ran out of gas in 99° heat. Father in Law had to rescue us…on Father’s Day. FAIL
We then get 15 miles from home when I realize I’ve left one of our bags at home. FAIL
So we do lunch (at 2:30pm) in the car. Drop the fam off at FIL’s house to say thanks for the rescue and hangout while I go back home. NO SWEAT
Drive back to FIL’s, then 1-1/2 hours to dinner for my dad. Caia spills iced tea on Kenni and my mom. FAIL
Otherwise a nice but chaotic dinner. WIN
Drive to their house…but not without accidentally jumping a curb and smashing up the bottom of my truck’s chassis. FAIL
Unloading, I get a stinkin’ moth under my bottom eyelid. FAIL
Annette has to literally pin me down to dig it out with a paper towel. FAIL
She loves me enough to pin me down and dig out a bug with a paper towel. WIN
Still hurts. FAIL

That’s all I remember.

I think my mind has blocked most of the memories to save me from going into shock.

In a very large nutshell

One of my primary reasons for blogging when I set out was to keep a timeline of what’s happened in my life. I figure if I can hang onto this database long enough, I’ll be able to read it back to help me recall things when I’m old and geezerish.

So with my track record lately, there are a few months of my life will vanish like the wind.

C’est la vie.

In an effort to get back on track, here’s the unabridged version of what’s happening these days:

  • We ‘moved’ into our new house in Charleston on Saturday, June 13. We have the best friends in the world. Jon, Joel, and Randy helped load everything up, and then Jon, Joel, and Jason stinkin’ drove all the way to CHS with me to unload and set up. Katie kept the girls while Annette was at a girls’ overnighter/going away party. Then Terri drove Annette and the girls to CHS on Sunday. Forever indebted. Continue Reading…
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