The speed of dreams is its own thing. For three years there have been diaogues about this idea. And now it’s the day before Tera’s launch.

I am sitting on the bleachers at the 50 yelling that a ref made a bad call [he didn't, but i tell my wife that it helps us to get the next close call...her skeptical eye shifts back to the game]. I am listening to a friends podcast. He is speaking to his church about Christ. Not doing the through the book of the Bible thang at the moment. Christ.

The rain ends, the teams head home, and i prepare the “sometimes we have tough losses in life” dad speech.

Diane and I head to get trays to serve communion on @ Pier One. The woman helping us asks what we are doing with the mosaic stone rimmed mirrored trays. I try to tell in a few sentences what has been in my head for three years. I tell her what i think about church not always connecting to where people are. I tell her that we need to be monastics and missionaries. I tell her that we are fragmented people, left and right brain, blue and red state, but God is whole. He is an artist, just look @ the world. But he is engineer, jsut look @ the world. SHe is thrilled and wants to come to church that night. “It all sounds new and not boring,” she says. It won’t be new in some senses, I think. It is Christ revealed. That can seem new though, even after 2k years.

That night we go to catacombs. I sit against the wall in the dark just worshipping and could not be in a better spot the night before the servie. A young woman gives a testimony about focusing on Christ being the only thing that can really get her through this world without a broken heart. How she wanted to go be with Jesus, but learned to live as Jesus to those in need. It is Christ.

Sunday, and I am picking at the sermon that was ‘finished’ Thursday. I call a friend who tells me he and his wife have been talking about expectations, and then she said how it just about Jesus.

My wife asks how I am doing. There is little left to do or think about. “fine” is the short answer- like a high schooler asked how their day was. She prays over [something i have also loved since she did it when we began dating and i was not following Christ]. It is a simple, though not simplitic prayer about Christ.

St. Patricks words echoe in my heart. They are on the GuidePage that night. He talks about not hiding his imperfections that Christ can be revealed. We pray as a group, the i-pod goes off, and we walk out to follow one we hope to point to…Christ.

After, i am amazed…nobody says, “that was cool!” or “I enjoyed that.” They talk about Christ and being with Him in a fresh way. We have survived expectations, the expected unexpected technical probs, and a photog so close you could taste her chewing gum. None of it distracted. None of it eclipsed. I think the journey has begun well, better than dreamed.

I have a headache am eating a pulled pork and melted cheese sandwhich @ The Tap Room in Troy. Matisyahu, who does not pulled pork, i playing next door. what will it be like to meet? just focus on Christ. I ask for jalepenos on the side. My wife smiles at me. Real time with new dreams alongside come to mind.

“So I go back and forth forever, oh my thoughts they come in pairs, i will. i won’t. i doubt. i don’t. i’m not surprised, but i never feel quite prepared.”
Bright Eyes