Every once in a while, you read a book that completely floors you. I’m talking choking, gasping for air, because the wind was knocked out of you. The Celtic Way of Evangelism was one of the books. It has dramatically changed the way I think about church and ministry. I’ve re-read the book several times–because that’s what you do with good books–and continue to find fresh insights and applications for ministry. I’ve even attempted to structure our youth ministry based on the findings of the book.
There’s this neighborhood in San Fran where history and progression collide. It’s like that part at the end of the Great Gatsby, where Nick talks about the green light of the future simultaneously existing with the waves dragging the boats back into the past. It’s history, but also innovation. This section of town is called Haight Ashbury, named after two streets that intersect in the center of the neighborhood. In the Haight, you’ll find culture and life, love and acceptance. Jimmy Hendrix lived here. So did Janis Joplin and Jefferson Airplane. Because, you know, they built that city on Rock and Roll.
I’m starting to learn that grace is a journey, not a destination. You don’t arrive at grace one day and say, “Finally, I’ve made it.” Nor do you attain grace by work and accomplishments as if enough time and effort provides you with grace. Grace is an ever-present dynamic that you never outgrown, have your quota filled, or find it unnecessary.