And They're Off!

Our Fall DTS (Discipleship Training School) began with a bang today; Wendy & I are the DTS Directors this fall, which is fun and a whole lotta work.

Our students come from Canada, South Korea, Fiji, Germany, and Switzerland. The staff are an even split between Canadian and Fijian. The students range in age from 19-24 -- great bunch of people, and Wendy & I are really looking forward to working with them for the next five months.

This will also hopefully explain the scarce amount of blog-posting these past few weeks. Once the school gets into its normal rhythm, things here should be as close to "normal" as this blog is capable of.

Friday Night With The Blues

Last night, I went with my friend Mark (AKA Jo's beau) to see Canadian blues-rocker Colin James at the Island Stage here in Kelowna. The weather was perfect for an outdoor concert, and it was an excellent show by one of Canada's finest guitarists and performers. I've been a big fan since he first appeared back in the late 80's.

The concert was a fun "guys night out" for Mark and I -- and I'm really appreciating the opportunity to spend time with my daughter's boyfriend -- and we also ran into musical friends Graham Ord and Norm Strauss, as well as blogging friend Len Hjalmarson and his lovely wife Betty.

Good to see that so many discerning people in Kelowna recognize the virtue of a talented Canadian blues band! If you've never heard Colin James' music before, check it out. You won't be disappointed. I would recommend his album Limelight as a good place to start.

Wormwood's Apprentices

It was a scorchingly hot day: stifling, energy-draining, punishing -- you might even say it was sulphurous. Yet Wormwood barely noticed, as he gazed slowly and malevolently around the circle of eager apprentices, none of whom seemed -- in Wormwood's opinion -- to be sufficiently cowed by his presence.

"Alright," he hissed. "Let's review a bit, shall we, my young apprentices?"

"I have gone to great lengths to serve Our Father Below by attacking the Enemy's plan of...", he paused momentarily, as if undecided whether or not to voice the terrible curse word, "...evangelism."

The three young apprentices immediately and passionately joined Wormwood in the traditional response to "the E-word", which every demon, young and old, knows is to ritually spit to the left. It sounds like "hyuck, spit", and woe to the foolish apprentice who mistakenly spits right when everyone else spits left.

Wiping his leathery lips, Wormwood continued: "I have persuaded many of the Enemy's deluded followers into adopting the same methodology as those they call "cults" -- they go door-to-door and annoy people who just want some peace and quiet, hand out unwanted literature in malls and on the streets, and generally make themselves as unappealing as chicken-ripple ice cream."

He indulged himself in a moment of gloating triumph. "These puny mortals don't seem capable of recognizing that when they use the same methods as the cults, people just think they're another cult!" The four of them cackled and snorted with great glee.

Wormwood's smile suddenly disappeared as if it had never existed. "Now, my young apprentices, what have YOU come up with to put a stop to evangelism?" He drew the word out like a bandage being peeled slowly off an open wound.

"Hyuck, spit," responded the three apprentices. Then the boldest, Rotgut, went first.

"Under my tutelage," he pompously began, not seeing Wormwood roll his bloodshot eyes at the arrogance of the young, "the puny mortals have 'decided' that they need to make their loathsome little gatherings focused on the needs of those who aren't with them."

The other apprentices gave him looks ranging from incredulity to derision. Before the obvious question could be asked, Rotgut quickly continued, "But since none of the little idiots actually knows anybody outside of their own circles, they waste all their time, energy and money on their meetings. Additionally," (Wormwood hated when Rotgut repeated used the word "additionally" -- Wormwood had never suffered fools gladly) -- "additionally, the rank-and-file actually believe that their main job is to try and invite people to big meetings, where the 'professionals' can do what they don't realize that they should be doing... evangelism."

"Hyuck, spit", replied the rest gathered around the table. Wormwood said nothing -- let the little imp stew for awhile, wondering if he'd gained Wormwood's approval or not. After a moment of his most baleful staring at Rotgut, Wormwood eyed the next apprentice. When he finally spoke, it was a sharp and heated bark that caused all three apprentices to visibly quiver. "WELL?"

"Mine's even better!", crowed Snivelski, attempting to stifle his quiver, "my puny, insignificant slugs never even think to go out the door to talk to anyone, even to invite them!"

In other scenarios, such an announcement would have brought curiosity and envy, but in the slash-and-burn circles of demonica, Snivelski's triumphant arrogance only earned him looks of malevolent suspicion. "You see," he began, speaking as if his listeners were slow of mind and wit, "the trick is to keep them inside their loathesome little buildings, where they're safely isolated. So, in my grand experiment, I have them convinced that they must spend exponential amounts of time attending meetings "preparing for the harvest", where they wail, they flail, they sing, and they have created a whole subculture for themselves that is so absorbed in conferences, chasing 'anointed' people, meetings, videos, and minutia that they are self-imprisoned!"

"In a word," he concluded without even attempting to hide his obvious superiority, "containment."

Wormwood grudgingly nodded, impressed, and instantly wished he hadn't. It was always best to keep these impudent young tempters under one's thumb, and acknowledging even the beginnings of a good idea didn't help.

His gaze shifted to the third apprentice, Slyster. He'd always liked Slyster; although he was big and strong, he was much more subtle and cunning than his peers -- the kind of deviousness that separated the truly effective tempters from the trolls and wanna-be's.

Sensing that all eyes were on him, Slyster began to speak in his whispery, conspiratorial manner. "Whether inside their building or outside, I have devised a way to fool the Enemy's scrawny peons into completely passive non-combatants."

Glancing around the table with narrowed eyes and a devious look on his otherwise benign face, he clearly saw that they were intrigued and showed it, in spite of themselves.

"My peons can go anywhere, and still be no threat to us or Our Father Below. You see, I've convinced them that it's offensive to speak of the eternal destiny of others, -- and that it's even more of a faux pas to act or speak as if they know the only way to our Enemy Above. They may perform a few do-gooder duties here and there, but that's all."

Slyster could clearly see that he was winning the grudging favour of his fellow apprentices, and even Wormwood looked menacingly deep in thought. "You see, Master Wormwood, it's one thing to attempt to contain them, or to make them too absorbed in their own ridiculous little subcultures, but imagine what it would be like if we convinced our Enemy's followers that there is nothing so arrogant, so elitist and so offensive as..." he paused to look around the resentful but impressed circle, as he hissed, "evangelism?"

"Hyuck, spit", everyone agreed, each carefully remembering to aim left.

Wormwood favoured each one of them with a glowering look, stroking his chin. At last, he simply said, "A four-pronged attack. Each of these strategies compliments the rest. Our Father Below will be pleased." He allowed them them just a brief second to savour the moment, before crashing his fist into the table and thundering, "Now, get out back to work!"

He watched them scamper off in fear, smugly satisfied that they were appropriately deferential to him. Still, he mused as he got up to leave, they were showing themselves to be clever and innovative. Wormwood would take all the credit when he reported to Our Father Below, of course, but deep down, he had to admit he was impressed.

Synchro-Prayer Request Update

Neil McKeever left the following as a comment to the original Speaking of Synchro-Prayer post::

Good Evening All,

Well, I have good news and I have bad news.

The good news is that my sister-in-law has been healed!!!

The bad news is that the Lord decided to heal her by taking her home last night just before 7pm.

Well, I guess it is bad news for everyone that is still here.

I want to thank you all for your prayers. I have read them every night since Rob posted this for me.

Her entire family is here in Victoria staying at one house so there is always someone to laugh or cry with.

My wife and my sister-in-law were particularly close. They had an internet based chocolate business together. They had many wonderful times together filling chocolate orders that were delivered all over North America. I have always said that the chocolates was just an excuse for them to get together.

My sister-in-law's spice for life was inspiring. She was always upbeat no matter what her body was trying to do to her. She was not afraid to tell it like it was.

Please continue to pray for her husband and two children. The adjustments they are having to make are simply, yet utterly overwhelming.

Rob, I want to thank you again for posting this. You are a true friend.

Blessing,

Neil