I’ve been attending Fellowship for about 8 months now, and it’s been a ride to say the least. Coming from the “conventional” church, Fellowship was a breath of fresh air. It seemed too good to be true, seeing the signs and wonders everywhere I looked. I knew nothing other than this intense desire to be a part of it. 

But have I done too much? Did I go wrong in there somewhere? It seems almost obvious that I have, that I picked up everything I could, immersing myself, diving headfirst into the water. Maybe I should come up for air.

I keep saying “I’m on the Rob Bell fence,” ostensibly saying that I don’t know if I like him. Despite that, I keep talking about him. There’s a Nooma video talking about the “stuff” that’s in our every day lives that we surround ourselves with. At the end (I won’t spoil too much), he warns having too much of the little “stuff” in your hands to pick up the real “stuff.” I’ve realized, and here’s the admitting, that I’ve taken up so much stuff that I’ve dropped some of the other stuff, the stuff that matters.

Without holding any of the stuff that really matters, I’ve started to feel really stiff again. Clouded vision or a complete lack there of has probably not helped. It’s as if the windshield was REALLY dirty and I just turned on the windshield wipers so there are still a lot of streaks and spots, not clean yet…

 

…yet.