Let Them Parachute In

There is no image that I could invent that your presence would not eclipse.

Name: Jon Havens

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Space

If it is true that Content magazine gets a lot of its viewership from my blog then I figured that I best post another blog about our newest issue. It's called Space and it was released just over a week ago. Head over to www.content-magazine.com to see it. Also, continue to check out the blogs on the website for more frequent updates. Now that I am back from tour I promise to post on there a lot more.

Enjoy!

Monday, June 08, 2009

Who Knew?

Daniel Garcia told me last week that aside from Facebook, my blog is the most redirected site for Content Magazine. Something like 55 people have been redirected to Content's site from here. What? I didn't even think anyone read this blog. Anyways, thanks for all that have and I hope you have enjoyed what Content has to offer. I still will be blogging over there but my seasonal spring update is coming up soon so I may still do that here. And I leave for tour in about three weeks so maybe I will keep a journal of my trip. We shall see. Thanks again for reading.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Content Magazine

We have launched our official first issue. Each issue will explore a different theme. We began with TRAFFIC in our beta issue and have now moved on to DIRT. I am very excited about where this is going. It turned out really well. Please go to the website and sign up for updates. I hope you enjoy the work that was put into it.

Also, just a reminder...I will be blogging primarily on the Content website from here on out.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Time to Move On

If you have been following my blog for the last few years (I think there are three or four of you) then you know that aside from writing about music, traveling, books, and movies, I spent a good amount of time relaying my personal questions and quandaries about spirituality. I look back on some of my posts and am amazed at not only how different I was but also how nieve I was as well (of course, I will look back on my current posts and think the same thing someday). What you may have not noticed is that, Africa aside, these have died down quite a bit. This is because I am no longer in this question-everything-what-the-hell-is-going-on-trying-to-figure-out-my-life-and-future phase of my life that I have been in for nearly four years now. I don't know why but I just am. With that said, I am moving on.

I will no longer spend the majority of my on this blog. Rather I will relocate to a blog off of Content Magazine. My participation in the magazine has increased quite a bit. Aside from writing articles I am also supposed to be cultivating our writing section by scouting new writers to add to the team. I am very excited about where Content is heading but know that it will take quite some time before it can fully blossom. If you are interested at all then send me an email. chonhavens@gmail.com.

I will spend most of my time over at Content and my posts will be more about arts and culture rather than theology or what is going on in my life. I may still blog here occasionally but it will be fairly infrequent. So as a farewell (or until we meet again), I will post one more introspective post about my life. Here goes...

Matthew 12: 43-45
When an evil spirit comes out of a man, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, "I will return to the house I left." When it arrives, it finds the house unoccupied, swept clean and put in order. Then it goes and takes with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that man is worse than the first. That is how it will be with this wicked generation.


I take this passage to mean that you can rid yourself of something evil or not life-giving but if you don't replace it with something better or more right and true then you can end off being worse than before. Paul says, "Do not be overcome by evil. But rather, overcome evil with good." Don't just get rid of evil, put good in its place. Back towards the end of summer, a spiritual director told me that if a church is not life-giving then get out. So I did.

I moved to community that met in Capitola and vowed to never return to an institutional church ever again. I am extremely grateful for this community. It was exactly what I needed at that time. But because of the practice of institutional churches I had subtely and unintentionally gained a bad image of who God was. It wasn't that God was bad but rather that I took some characteristics from church (from every church I've ever been a part of) and accidentally started attributing their actions to God. So I needed to replace this image of God with a greater one. One of the ways this could happen was in community. But this community didn't do that. It was a lot of people who would sit together and pray, take communion and talk about spiritual matters. Again, I am not bemoaning this community. It was what all of us needed at that time. But that period has passed and I still haven't replaced church with something greater. The above passage has been the analogy I have used for several months now.

Before I left for Africa I thought that perhaps it would be good to join my future (and now current) house with the girls house (who always get together anyways) for a Bible study. But I didn't want it to be like the last small group. I am tired of getting around and talking about the Bible. I don't really even read it anymore and what good is arguing and praying if we aren't doing anything? Whilst in London, Simon told me that he has a couple of "mates" who have met for the last few years to be accountability partners and what not. It occurred to me that perhaps shooting for the stars is not the best approach and I should really get together with a couple people. So when I got back from Africa, through a series of random conversations, Rob, Chris, Thad, and I decided to get together. We met a few weeks ago and all realized that we wanted to focus on growth and service. I could not be more happy with those two focuses. How this will play out is the next step.

The current plan (as recommended by Mark Scandrette) is to form some sort of mentoring/apprentice group with the folks up at ReImagine. I couldn't be happier with this as well. So what will this look like? What are we gonna do? I have no idea. And since I won't be blogging about it much you will have to just ask me in person. In the meantime, you can find me over here. Thanks for reading.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Emergent Idol

Some guy named Rick, who I've never heard of, has recently posted on the all time top emergent musicians. At first I thought it was the top musicians that emergents would listen to but then I realized it was based more on their lyrical content rather than their listeners. Here are the top ten...

1. Arcade Fire
2. Sufan Stevens
3. Bill Mallonee and Vigilantes of Love
4. Radiohead
5. U2
6. Rich Mullins
7. The 77's
8. David Bazan and Pedro The Lion
9. Beck
10. Over The Rhine (I actually saw them live at the Emergent Convention in 03)

I don't know who several of these guys are but I completely agree with the rest of the list. He has a nice descriptor for why each band is on the list. I would've thrown Mewithoutyou on there as well. Maybe Andrew Bird?

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Enjoying Living People's Nightmare

Sometimes I think substitute teaching might be one of the hardest job out there. Today, during my prep period, I recieved a call from the office and was told that I needed to sub another class for the hour. I was irritated because I was tired, not wanting to go anywhere, and right in the middle of Middlesex. I walked into the class as it was already in progress and the guy standing there (who was not the teacher) said "Have fun" and began to leave. I asked what I was supposed to do and he said he had no idea. It took a few seconds to figure out that I was supposed to teach a lesson that the teacher had written out for me. So I basically taught a 45 minute lesson on Greece to 20+ 6th graders with absolutely no preparation. And I loved it. I realize to some that sounds like a slice of hell but I truly enjoy it. It helps me stay on my toes. Especially with junior high.

I have realized recently that my overseas travels have on numerous occasions attributed to my "on the spot" lessons. I could've read all about Greece and bored the students but since I've actually been there I got to describe the Grecian landscape in deatil and explain how far it is from Athens to Nafplion. I did the same thing with my China trip a few weeks back. So now I have another excuse for traveling so much: it is educational. I say this because today I thought about how it feels like I haven't traveled in a while then I realized that it's only been one month. The bug is starting to hit me again. Real bad. New Zealand, are you ready for me?

Friday, April 03, 2009

Middlesex

...As I sit here in my Aeron chair, thinking E.O. Wilson thoughts. Was it love or reproduction? Maybe the gene contained an override, ensuring its expression, which would explain Desdemona's tears and Lefty's taste in prostitutes; not fondness, not emotional sympathy; only the need for this new thing to enter the world and hence the heart's rigged game. But I can't explain it, any more than Desdemona of Lefty could have, any more than each one of us, falling in love, can seperate the hormonal from what feels divine, and maybe I cling to the God business out of some altruism hard-wired to preserve the species; I can't say. I try to go back in my mind to a time before genetics, before everyone was in the habit of saying about everything, "It's in the genes." A time before our present freedom, so much freer! Desdemona had no idea what was happening. She didn't envision her insides as a vast computer code, all 1s and 0s, an infinity of sequences, any one of which might contain a bug. Now we know we carry this map of ourselves around. Even as we stand on the street corner, it dictates our destiny. It brings onto our faces the same wrinkles and age spots our parents had. It makes us sniff in idiosyncratic, recognizable family ways. Genes embedded so deep they control our eye muscles, so that two sisters have that same way of blinking, and boy twins dribble in unison. I feel myself sometimes, in anxious moods, playing with the cartilage of my nose exactly as my brother does. Our throats and voice boxes, formed from the same instructions, press air out in similiar tones and decibels. And this can be extrapolated backward in time, so that when I speak, Desdemona, who had no idea of the army inside her, carrying out its million orders, or of the one soldier who disobeyed, going AWOL...

-Jeffrey Eugenides