{"id":51,"date":"2005-12-16T21:15:00","date_gmt":"2005-12-16T21:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brianmashburn.net\/?p=51"},"modified":"2005-12-16T21:15:00","modified_gmt":"2005-12-16T21:15:00","slug":"the-life-of-flying","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brianmashburn.net\/?p=51","title":{"rendered":"The Life of Flying"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>Hey  Team:<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>My son Jakin, 2  years old, will jump from anything when I am near, whether I am ready or not to  catch him or protect him from harm. He&#8217;s too young (and has been too successful  in his jumping) to think that his dad won&#8217;t come through for him when he&#8217;s on  the edge of a &#8220;cliff&#8221; (be it the side of swimming pool, the arm of a couch or  chair, or the side of a bunk bed).<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>If you can get past  the &#8220;floweriness&#8221; of what is about to come out of my e-pen, and the attached  video clip link, you will enjoy another glimpse into my deep heart for you, but  even more for &#8220;us&#8221; &#8212; the us that has been called together, called to jump in  actual faith, and called to live in ways we have not known or considered  possible thus far.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>I couldn&#8217;t help but  think of this staff when I watched the video link&#8230;(and you may have to read  this, watch the video, then read it again).<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>Children, all of  us&#8230;at least Jesus says that we are supposed to be. And that we cannot enter  into the Kingdom of Heaven without being such, either.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>But we  children&nbsp;have forgotten. We have pretend to be adults and have been and are  still daily about our life&#8217;s busy-ness. Even if it is in the name of Christ,  even if it is in our ministry and service to the church, we often go about doing  our busy, powerless things.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>Some of us living  safely behind a mask, always deciding whether, when, and how to take it off or  put it back on. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>Some us are  sleeping, unaware of the community around us and our need for real connection  with them.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>Some of us are out  there hanging out, around many, many people, but still  alone.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>Some of us are  building things from the material that happens to surround us because it is  there, and because it feel productive, and others even admire  it.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>Some of us are  working hard, and even together with another, but maybe doing something that is  more destructive than true.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>But Jesus passes by,  and is still passing by, into our&nbsp;world and calling for our attention with  his little drum. He is calling for our attention <em>from<\/em> what we are  doing, and <em>to<\/em> himself and where he is going. Asking us to line up to  His &#8220;beat&#8221;. To go where he goes, just like he is going. To be like him in what  he is doing and what he is going to do.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>Although it is what  grabs our attention, and is the sound that we march to, the actual&nbsp;drum  beat he uses isn&#8217;t the point. It&#8217;s not the drum we follow, but the Drummer.  And&nbsp;the leaving of what we were doing isn&#8217;t the point, either. While it is  great to stop doing the things that are useless, he didn&#8217;t pass by to just stop  us, he passed by to get us going. Yes, he has intentions for us. Incredible  intentions. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>If we follow him, it  will be to a nearby cliff. He looks up at the cliff and invites us to do the  same. The cliff has always been there, we just never look at it like is. We look  at it as a dangerous place. Beautiful to look from, but dangerous, threatening  accidental death if you get too close, and guaranteeing it if you were to  jump.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>But he looks at it  differently. He looks at is as a means to an end&#8230;no, maybe as an entry point  to a beginning. The beginning of what? The beginning of our becoming what he  intends for us. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>And he intends for  us to fly. He intends for us to experience his Father and each other in ways  that can not be experienced in our fleshly activity, even if that  activity&nbsp;is done in Christ&#8217;s name, even if that activity is done together.  <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>The problem is we  don&#8217;t know how to fly. We don&#8217;t even know if flying is realistic or if it really  is God&#8217;s will. And we don&#8217;t know if anyone else with us is really about to jump  and find out.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>So Jesus comes  himself, once and for all 2000 years ago, but over and over with each of us each  day, and he calls us to follow him where he leads&#8230;off the cliff, into our  fear, against the laws of nature,&nbsp;in order to&nbsp;experience together,  with him, His Father&#8217;s unbelievable power and love.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>As I personally  continue my journey towards the &#8220;life of flying&#8221; with God and with you, I am  always tempted to stay on the cliff and just call it &#8216;flying with God&#8217;&#8230;and it  seems I can find plenty of people to agree with me. But, alone with God, there  is no one to impress or convince but me, and I always must look down at my feet  and see that they are still often safely standing on land. And even though the  view from the cliff is awesome, my heart of hearts knows that the cliff is not  there to give me an great view&#8230;it&#8217;s there to give me my launching  spot.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>Following Jesus is  what I want to do, because I love his love for me&nbsp;so much and want to be  just like him. But another powerful motivation for me to follow him is  represented right at the end of the video, the little one who walks behind the  main group up to the edge, hesitates to get his footing, and then jumps. That  little boy overwhelmed me with thoughts of Jakin, my youngest son,&nbsp;who  would so blindly follow me anywhere even if it looked impossible.  Threatening&nbsp;views don&#8217;t look threatening to him when I am  there.&nbsp;<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>He trusts me (and  others want to). Where am I leading him? To the freedom of Christ that comes  only by following&nbsp;Christ off the cliff of fear and weakness&nbsp;into  incredible, unbelievable life? Or to a fraudulent &#8220;pretty good life&#8221; that he too  can grow up into adult-likeness and learn to&nbsp;effectively present  it&nbsp;as&nbsp;the incredible, unbelievable life?<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>I don&#8217;t know what  the creator of this video clip intended, but when I lost myself in it (a fairly  cool endeavor in and of itself), the above is what came to me. Check it out, if  you are so compelled. Consider this another invitation to you to try something  you haven&#8217;t before&#8230;jumping, if you will&#8230;and seeing if God ends up being  there in it for you like He was for me. I&#8217;d really love to hear what (or who)  you find.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005><a  title=http:\/\/www.sigur-ros.is\/sirkus.html  href=\"http:\/\/www.sigur-ros.is\/sirkus.html\">http:\/\/www.sigur-ros.is\/sirkus.html<\/a><\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005>In any event, know  that I love you all, and am grateful for the common following we are doing, and  the flying we work to believe is possible.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=386415316-16122005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=386415316-16122005> <\/p>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><a title=http:\/\/www.sigur-ros.is\/sirkus.html  href=\"http:\/\/www.sigur-ros.is\/sirkus.html\"><\/a><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial  size=2><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<p><\/span><\/font><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hey Team: &nbsp; My son Jakin, 2 years old, will jump from anything when I am near, whether I am ready or not to catch him or protect him from harm. 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