Remember Your Baptism

The Baptismal font and the “flinger” at Emaús.

As a staff at Soapstone, we have been reading Liturgy of the Ordinary by Tish Harrison Warren. From the first chapter, it has sparked a lot of conversations both about how we are mindful of our faith in everyday activities, but also about having intentionality in all aspects of worship. 

I have used many of her examples about Baptism in the last few weeks as I have taught Confirmation and UMYF, and led discussions on missions. The call to Remember our Baptism keeps bringing me back to living in Gaujaló and working at Emaús. At Emaús, the Baptismal font lives right next to the door so it’s easy to touch the water and be mindful of it upon entering for work or worship. When Lourdes was the priest in charge here, she would end every single service by sending water flying with a metal “flinger.” I’m sure there’s some ecclesiastical term* for it, but “flinger” really gives you a picture of what happened. Because Lourdes has an arm. I think she missed her calling as a softball pitcher. When that water was flung at the face, it hurt. You couldn’t help but remember your Baptism. 

Lourdes used to use the same flinger, or sometimes a branch, to send water all over the place when she would bless a house for someone who had just moved in (including when her own family and I moved into the house above the tienda). The blessing of the household was a reminder that God is present with us not just in the church building, but all throughout his creation, even what we consider the mundane. My friend (and star youth ministry volunteer) Sylvia remarked recently that her biggest monthly expense is rent, so in being mindful of how she uses her resources, she tries to find ways to use her home as a place of fellowship to glorify God, and I’ve appreciated that reminder as well.

There have been two Baptisms of small children since I’ve been at Soapstone. The first was of an infant who looked over his mothers shoulder the whole time trying to see the font. He wiggled and squirmed quietly, not trying to escape, but trying to get in the water. He just wanted to dive right into the water if Baptism. The second was an elementary-aged girl who seemed very skeptical as Pastor Laura began drenching her, but began to smile as the words of blessing were spoken over her. You could see in the change of her expression the way she was beginning to give in to what God was already doing. 

At different times in my own life, I would describe both of those reactions as “mood.”

There’s nothing special about the water in the font, or on the flinger, or on my face or the wall of a home. But there’s a reminder in seeing and touching and hearing it splash of the fellowship and the Grace that we get to live into every day. And writing this post four feet from the font and ten feet from my team members, I’m excited I get to live into that with a new group at one of my favorite places for another week. 

*Turns out when I looked this up, even the Catholic supply stores refer to the “flinger” as a “Holy Water Sprinkler.”

Jim Halpert Kind of Day

I think everyone has a day every now and then where they feel like they’re in an episode of The Office. Some of us probably have more than others, but that’s beside the point. Jim’s confessional from the pilot episode kept flashing through my head today.

If I left, what would I do with all this useless information in my head? You know? Tonnage price of manila folders?

So far today I have:

  • Diagnosed two dead channels on an audio snake
  • Taught someone what the dashes and triangles meant on a jazz chart
  • Explained the difference between Batter, Resonant, and Snare Side drum heads
  • Rewired and EQ’ed a sound system… in Edenton.
  • Attempted to correct an Ubuntu installation over the phone.

At least Jim also knew that Pam’s favorite yogurt flavor was “Mixed Berry.” That could be useful in life outside of Dunder-Mifflin.

First Article Published

Finally, with a lot of help, input, and editing from around Youth World, I’ve actually published the first article I’ve been working on. For those of you who aren’t on Youth World’s mailing list, you can check it out here in PDF format. If you’d like to be added to Youth World’s mailing list, which I’m administering at the moment, you can send an e-mail to mail@youthworld.org.ec to subscribe.

First Office Days

Yesterday was my first official day doing one of my real jobs, now that my continuous chunk of language school is over. I’ll be splitting my time between doing PR in the form of writing for and about the different ministries of Youth World, and teaching guitar at some of the ministry sites, and yesterday I spent the day at the office doing a lot of reading and talking to people.

Even by the time I met with Brad last week to go over my black-and-white job description for the first time last week, I had two projects in the works. So yesterday morning I came down to Mundo Juvenil to make some notes and put together some semblance of an idea for a couple of interviews. While I was here planning for my conversation with Ivet about La Red, Casey came in and I got to set up a tentative interview time with Miguel and Boris, two of the guys from Casa Gabriel.

This morning we have a Short-Term Department meeting, and afterward I’ll be heading out to Iglesia Carmen Bajo with Laura so I can get a feel for where I’ll be (not that I’ve had any shortage of time at Carmen Bajo before) and check out the guitars that they have out there. It’ll also be nice to actually know how to get there, since I’ve always been on a bus full of gringos with a driver who knew where he was going for my previous visits.

So basically, this week I’m in the deep end.

Yes, Honey, They're Brothers

Colin and I should be on HGTV.

Brothers can be completely different, get on each others’ nerves, and be super-competitive. All of that can describe Colin and me at some point past or present, if not in an ongoing sense. But brothers- in this case we– can totally be on the same wavelength sometimes.

Colin’s drums have been in the FROG1 for several weeks now, to give him more room to jam with his friends. With about half of my guitars and both of my amps up there for roughly the same reason- just to get them out of my room- and Daniel’s and Jacob’s guitars and guitar cases sometimes present, it’s been a pretty hazardous place to be lately.

So between a general desire to be able to safely navigate the FROG and complaints from everyone in the house, Colin started cleaning it up yesterday. This was also motivated by the addition of a powered mixer and two speakers.

For those of you not really into sound equipment, that’s basically a small, portable all-in-one PA system designed with microphones and instruments in mind, but with enough cables and adapters, you can hook anything into it: TV, Xbox, iPod, computer… you get the idea.

Without asking what the vision was or the plan of action for getting there, I joined in the cleaning. It was obvious to anyone that the room simply needed to be cleared out, rearranged, and organized if even a fraction of its contents were to remain and the room was to become easily traversed. But it was obvious to the Peck boys the potential this room now had to become what Kelli would call a “man cave.”

First order of business, pack up the instruments. Fortunately there was only one guitar present at the time that did not belong to me, so all the cases were handy. The air hockey table was pushed against the window and all guitars placed underneath. The Foosball table was pushed against the daybed by another wall and the chairs pushed up against that. Amazingly, this caused a sudden hole in the middle of the room from which to work against the remaining chaos.

While Colin set up his drums (and I think he finally has all his drums and cymbals set up together, which takes quite a bit of space) I began clearing off the computer desk, mom’s drafting table and the shelf behind the drums where the VCR2 was located. We finished at roughly the same time, with a net result of extended the open space and having two more surfaces to work from.

Before I knew it, Colin was pulling an old TV cabinet out of the closet. We have these two huge closets in the FROG where the roof slants down on either side of the dormer where the daybed is located. One is used to store camping and sewing equipment and the other is used to store Christmas decorations and old toys so that any of the above are accessible at shorter notice than they would be if they lived in the cubby3. The particular TV cabinet that Colin was pulling out is a pretty small, cheap, black shelving unit and formerly where the family TV downstairs lived. It is only a couple feet tall and the TV sat on top with the shelves underneath storing movies and Super NES accessories. When my parents replaced it with a nicer piece of furniture, I talked them into keeping it in case I ever finish college and leave and want it.

Colin got the powered mixer set up on top, with the Xbox 360 on top of that, and I set up the VCR and Gamecube underneath, running all the cables and putting four generations’ worth of video games into their respective cases as I went. Colin set up the speakers and with a couple of really useful adapters, I set up my laptop on the drafting table and connected it to the mixer, thus enabling me to stream music from my desktop in my room over the wireless network and play it through the newly-re-erected sound system.

With the furniture back in place, I thought we’d be finished. But Colin mentioned a general desire to have his computer up there for recording purposes. I figured we might as well get that done while we were on a roll, so with some quick thinking and some maternal advice, the drafting table was folded up and moved to the corner where the computer desk was. The computer desk was taken downstairs and placed in my van for transport to Albemarle Music (more on this below). The other closet, this time the one with the Christmas decorations- including tree- was accessed, cleared completely out, and a folding table removed from the very back, from behind about two dozen boxes and really heavy wooden shelving unit.

The folding table was erected, fitting perfectly against the wall between the end of the TV cabinet and the door, and about this time, Daniel showed up intending to pick up his laptop and leave, but staying to help move Colin’s (monster) desktop computer from his room to the FROG. This was quite an adventure because though Colin’s room and the FROG share a wall, you have to go from Colin’s through the upstairs hall, down the stairs, through the foyer, den, kitchen, and back hall, then up the other set of stairs to reach the FROG.

With the computer set up and the chairs replaced, we transported ourselves, the desk, and our moving and staging skills to Albemarle Music. We initially moved the couch in the office, then moved it back when we realized its new angle made the room feel much smaller. With the desk placed against the back wall, we moved the office computer off the counter and now have a much more professional-looking space and enough surface area for three people to eat lunch at once.

In summation, we’re awesome and so is the new man cave. Pictures are forthcoming, and if anyone wants an air hockey table, let me know.

 

1FROG is a real estate term in this region that’s become pretty ubiquitous in tidewater area vocabulary. It stands for Finished Room Over Garage and is what most of the rest of the country would refer to as a “Bonus Room.”
2Yes, believe it or not, we still have a VCR. It wasn’t that long ago that it got a lot of use for watching Disney movies with all my female friends- one in particular- and now mainly serves to extend the coaxial cable from the wall to the TV and as an extra set of RCA inputs for gaming systems.
3The cubby is an eccentricity of our house. Despite two attic access doors, one in the FROG and one in the upstairs hall, because of their precise locations the attic is still pretty inaccessible, and the cubby serves as our attic. It is basically a crawl-space-sized hall stretching from an access door at the top of the FROG stairs back over the rest of the house.

Across Two Februaries

Oh come on, I’ve made worse references.

Tonight I did some dp.n maintenance. I now own my domain for at least the next two years. I have no recollection of whether my hosting package automatically renews or not, so the site may still dissapear in five more days. I’ll try to pre-empt that.

I also upgraded my WordPress software. That’s basically everything that you’re looking at. I used to write 100% of my own code, and now I’m lazy and let blog software handle my posts, layout and pages, subpages, and photo gallery. Do I feel any less hack? Not really. I could still do it the hard way if I wanted.

I backed up my entire website, plus an additional WordPress backup, PLUS I imported it to my wordpress.com account (the software comes from wordpress.org, which is functionally an entirely different entity). I was getting ready to manual install the software and then I had an incredible idea. What if my host’s control panel would do it for me automatically? Turns out my hunch was right, and rather than spending the next three hours hacking away at code and uploading it all, here I sit with a new install of WordPress on my server, and all it took was three clicks and about 40 seconds.

At any rate, it probably looks no different to you. No changes even for those (few) of you who login to leave comments. My control panel is organized a little differently (different, not better). My posts will have a couple more categories to go into (I had reached the limit of number of categories I could have in the previous software version, but that number has since been increased). But no automatic aesthetic differences.

So was I prepared to upgrade, even before I knew it would be easy? Well, basically the entire reason I upgraded my software was to get rid of this annoying little message that told me every time I logged in that I needed to upgrade from version 3.1 to version 3.7. And the first thing I did when I finished was login to WordPress and glance up at the top of my dashboard.
Frakking message is still there. It now just says I need to go from version 3.7 to 3.7.1. Manually. Yeah right.

In fact, it will probably be right around February 2011 that I bother to make any major changes, when domainsite and intersabre start reminding me that my domain is going to expire again. But it has definitely been fun to look through all my files as they downloaded through my ftp client and take note of all that I’ve written, all that I’ve learned about web hosting, software, plugins, and writing since February 16th-ish last year. And certainly to think about all the things I’ve had to write about since then: Hospitality, smiles, children, airplane rides (ten), different countries, states and a districts, a dozen new best friends in an 11-hour range of time zones, a jungle, unexpected returns to favorite places, a new instrument, a new language, brothers, a brother, my brother and bros (nope, not a typo), and the Truth that permeates every one.

First Day

Today feels like the first day of real life to me. Even being in Elizabeth City for almost two weeks, I haven’t had to go to work or school, and even at church I feel like I just show up (compared to the amount of preparedness that usually goes into my mere existence at First Methodist or First Baptist).

I actually see tons of people at COA and Albemarle Music (some I’d prefer not to) and have to deal with “How was your trip… [five second of attentedness]… okay, can you restring my guitar?”

Not that it’s all bad or I’m a total pessimist. There are several people in both of the classes I had this morning that I’m looking forward to getting to know. I’ve had my Physics teacher before for another class and I’m glad to get to have him for an interesting course this time around and also the opportunity to redeem myself significantly in his eyes grade-wise. My Spanish professor is a gringo, which I was not expecting (seriously, who has a college Spanish course with Professor Turner?) but he seems pretty cool and that he really knows his stuff. Plus, like Raquel, Spanish isn’t his first language so he will understand where and why we get stuck (and I might actually be in the top tier of Spanish knowledge in this particular section of the course, which makes me a lot more confident).

Then there’s work. The guys didn’t screw anything up too bad while I was gone (especially amazing since nobody- myself included- thought I was ever coming back). I trained my padawans well. And besides that, if anything does go wrong, I can just blame it on Colin and John because they’re not there. And I blame stuff on Colin at home, so nothing new. Andrew and Riley are both really chill to work with, and have good bubbles. It’s important to have equivalently timed and massed bubbles. Even better, I don’t have a key or an alarm code anymore so if there’s an emergency, Riley has to come instead of me (sweet!) and to top it all off, Linda and Barbara are still so excited I’m back in Elizabeth City and at the store that they’re still hugging me when I walk in the door. Who else has a boss that hugs them when they walk in the door?

While the routine has started again, I can finally feel a difference in my attitude toward people, my thoughts and words about and during class and work, and opportunities I see and am more likely to act upon, to the point that my general fruit fears are giving way more to “stamina” fears in that regard, and I’m believing that whole “Call” to be here despite my emotions about it (see next post for more about “Calls”), and to the point that I feel purposeful rather than habitual, even as easily as I fall into life pouring over textbooks and cost/profit charts (which is a whole different blog entry and culture shock).

Mrs. Boyer would put a gigantic X through that whole last paragraph run-on sentence and tell me to start here.

Photos Up

So I have finally got my Flickr Plugin working and my photos are up. This particular plugin doesn’t update super-fast, so the best way to view the new ones is on my flickr page, quite a few are showing up right now. I’m in the process of getting all of mine moved over there, even the Ecuador ones. So keep an eye on them. Just hit the “photos” link at the top of this page (or if you’re reading this on facebook, click right here).

Work.Sleep.Music.Baby.

So that’s a terrible play on a Gwen Stephani album title, but it’s all the creativity I could muster. At any rate, that seems to be my life lately. But the work is finally chilling out. The best thing is that I’m making this post from work. Week four at Albemarle Music is rocking. Not that I’m not going to miss Goody’s a little bit (mostly the people) but it’s wonderful to be able to sit down once in a while, to be done at 7 every day and off on Sunday. Plus I’m playing guitars and talking to chill people all day. No more 11:00pm recovery and only half the 7:00am trucks to process.

In summary of my general job thoughts: don’t work two at once. It causes a total lack of sleep. Which at least in my case is also caused by night sailing and Midnight Matrix Marathons. And even if it wasn’t I’d probably still blame it on Mike, James and Adam. Either way I went to bed at 10:30 last night and got up at 9:30 this morning and I’m on a picture-taking kick lately. Expect to see some chaos.

And if anybody knows where I can find a cheap, light, laptop with a relatively new/nice processor and RAM, even one without an Operating System, I’m in the market.

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I Bought Keira Knightley On eBay

So I’ve been having a girly kick latley and bought both Keira Knightley and Julia Stiles on the internet. Granted that means Pride & Prejudice and 10 Things I Hate About You but it’s still fun to say. However, my get-rich-quick scheme (A.K.A. marrying Avril Lavigne) has failed as she was betrothed to Deryck Wibley of Sum41. Darn you Deryk. Oh, well, there are quite enough “Danny fans” (Mike’s words, not mine) right now anyway.

At any rate, today was the first day at Albemarle Music Center. Come see me. It rocks and I’m enjoying it and can’t wait to start it all the time in August. They’re gonna kill me at Goody’s when I tell them, but whatever. It’s almost not like work at the music store. They’re like “hey, make a spreadsheet” or “restring this guitar” which is stuff that I would be doing at home and not paying myself if I wasn’t there. So heck yes.

Really this is just an update of my life. Nothing profound today. I like that about summer. It’s a vacation from being profound. And I’d even let you quote me on that except that it would be too much like a profound statement. So this entire paragraph is off the record.