Monthly Archives: November 2010

Dear Santa…

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Believe it or not, Christmas is upon us. Don’t believe me? Just go to Target. I went the week before Thanksgiving, and Christmas was starting to take over. Yes. The Christmas decor is already out. You can buy new ornaments TODAY! Or you can ask any staff member here at The Chapel. We’ve been planning our Christmas Eve service for a week now. Yep. Christmas is upon us!

BUT, the good news is that it’s not too late to trade-in that “naughty” for some “nice” to get in good with Santa. The elves are still keeping tally. If you could make nice this Thanksgiving, and you just might tip the scales!

Besides, if we were completely honest, we’d own up to the fact that we already know what we want for Christmas.

So, go ahead. Own up. Whaddya want for Christmas?

The part where I lived the whole “if you could meet one person and ask them anything” moment.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1a3vMC_1rg

It’s 11:33pm on Saturday night, and I’m on a bus with about 35 other people. The series of events that put me on this bus are about as remarkable as the experiences this bus took me to. The “did that just happen?” thoughts are keeping me awake, despite the fact that I can count on two hands the number of hours I’ve slept since Thursday.

In short: I spent time with one of my heroes this weekend.

Kathryn Scott has written “Hungry,” “Child of God,” “At the Foot of the Cross,” and a song we will soon all know: “We Still Believe.” I’d actually been blessed with the chance to interview her a few weeks back for the All About Worship podcast (episode coming next week), and thankfully she remembered me.

Kathryn (does this mean I’m on a first-name basis with her?!) is touring with Integrity’s “Seminars for Worship” and they made a stop in Georgia. I guess God saw fit to get me to the event, and Fred McKinnon and Steven Proctor cooperated with His plan.

Among other impacting moments, Kathryn Scott generously agreed to sit and chat with me… There I was in the “backstage” hangout room with her full attention. And my sole goal was to not blubber like an idiot. (Minus the moment where I completely forgot something I wanted to ask her about, I think I managed quite well.)

I asked her about one of the most recent songs she’s written–”We Still Believe”–a song that is catching on wherever it’s introduced. And I asked her about finding new words for old truths. And about ministry. And being married to a preacher. And about becoming/being a songwriter… And we talked and laughed and I couldn’t bring myself to eat the chocolate she offered me and I kept ignoring the thought “oh my gosh I’m talking face to face with Kathryn Scott right now.”

There aren’t many people in my life who share my passion for songwriting. So, most often, I feel slightly alone in this burning desire to grow and write and grow in this area of my life. That one hour with her was probably enough fuel to sustain me for a year. I’m so grateful.

So, yay it’s cheesy question time!!!
If you could have coffee with one person, who would it be and what would you ask them? (because, seriously, it might actually happen!)

What’s your name…?

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So. We’ve got this ongoing challenge at work. One of our coworkers has this mysterious middle name that she won’t tell us about. And, well, we’re the type of goof-offs to devote a small portion of our staff meeting to the efforts of going through a list of names that meet the requirements she gave us, only to come up short and still not know what her middle name is. (And, dearest HR committee members and faithful tithers to The Chapel, this technically doesn’t count as a time-waster, since our staff meeting always runs through our lunch break on Thursdays. Don’t worry. We’re still getting the job done!)

So now that I’ve done an adequate job of introducing the topic of names, I wanna move on to the real reason why I’m writing.

Names. We all have one. And they always have some meaning to them. I know this because you can walk in any tacky gift-shop off I-95 and find that display with the overly-decorated cards that have names-with-corresponding meanings for sale.

Some people find great significance in the meaning of their names. They adopt the meaning itself as a testament of who they are. Their identities are influenced by their names…

So, what’s your name? And what does it mean? and does this hold any significance to your sense of self?