Bonjour amigos,
I guess I am felling multi-cultural today. Well a lot has gone down in a week. Perhaps one of the coolest experiences of my life happened this week, and it didn't even pivot around Switchfoot! Weird I know. This past week I had the privilege of spending five days on 120 foot tall ship called the Pacific Grace. It was so cool. We left last Monday from Victoria and sailed north through some of the islands between Vancouver Island and the mainland.
On the ship, myself and the 27 other Kaleos were divided into three groups, mine was called Starboard watch. Each group cycled through the different responsibilities on the ship. The crew only had 5 people so they needed our help to even move the ship. Our jobs varied from steering the ship, to being on watch for other ships and things in the water as well as man over boards, or washing dishes. When ever we hoisted or let down the sails that required everyone. We also had lessons every day on sailing stuff like navigation, knots, parts of the ship and so on.
While that sounds like we were just worked hard the truth is there was s much hang out time. We also had a couple days of sweet trips to these islands. We would lower the dories into the water and row ashore. One island had some great apple trees, the other had some sick abandoned houses. We also had mug-up times in the evenings. After supper we would all gather and have tuck n' tidy competitions between the guys and the girls where we had to clean the sleeping quarters and make some sweet presentation to impress the judges. Let it be known here that the guys, for the first time in Kaleo history, won this contest. Woot. Then after cleaning we would play games on the ship. Our favorite was this game called camouflage, a weird version of hide and seek. Then we would go below deck into the hold where we would sing songs and have a snack. Then we had our devotional time led by one of the Kaleo leaders. The crew were super awesome too, they had some great stories and the skipper, Tony, had a sweet beard, like five inches from all sides of his face, super nice guy too.
My favorite part of this trip was divided into two memories. The first was sitting 75 feet up on top of the mast. The solitude up there was so good for being on a small boat with forty people for five days. I seemed to meet God up there in a way. I had this one view on the last day of the city on one side of the channel and the mountains on the other. I laughed at how good God is at making beautiful things and how much people suck at it.
My other favorite part was spending night watch with Jim Badke. Night watch is when we each got up in the middle of the night in pairs and made sure the boat wasn't drifting at night while everyone slept. Usually it is just sitting there with someone and talking and so I loved it. Got to know some people in really cool ways but this one night with Jimbad was especially cool. We talked about some really cool stuff. I won't reveal all the contents of this personal conversation but the one thing that I really took away from it was the point of salvation. I don't believe that salvation comes through our decision to "accept Jesus into our hearts" because that would be us saving ourselves in a way. Ephesians say that we are called out by God and therefore is all his doing, truth be told I find more comfort in his saving abilities than mine anyway. The question is at what point am I saved. That one decision at the emotional worship service during a youth retreat isn't enough to transform us. Paul frequently talks about how transformation is a process and not an experience. Then Jimbad pointed out to me that Paul told Timothy to learn from the lives of people and to become convinced over time. I don't know yet.
This is my current theological/spiritual struggle. I really appreciate all the prayers and support. This week is just hanging out until class next week so pray for rest and that I get my homework done. Happy Thanksgiving,
Na (Tim)