Monday, October 22, 2007

part three: beauty





beauty is found here
in all forms
seeping into callused fingers
calcifying in restless bones

stretching our imagination
blowing up our boxes
we create to put life in order
to keep God

where we want Him
how we want Him
when we want Him

but the where and how and when
are exposed like plastic men
when we remember

He transcends place and form and time
an omnipresent, omnipotent Creator
who loves and loves and loves

but control in the hands of fallen men
is like a child behind the wheel
with no way to reach the pedals

part four: california (a song)

Heard a lot about California
But I’ve never really been there
Except the time in my mother’s belly
On the beach in the winter air

Wonder if things would be much different
If we moved to the West Coast
But I didn’t really want to leave then
Miss the things that I loved the most

Guess I probably would’ve found a wife
Bought a house, moved in and made some kids
But I guess life’s not the way it was
I guess life’s the way it is

And I learned it’s not where you’re at
But who you’re with
The people you love
And the time you give

To rejoice and to mourn
Through blessing and scorn
Through the seasons that we all live

Cause life’s not about how much you get
Life’s about how much you give

part five: dreams

dreams, like footprints
can be swept away; forgotten

remember
look ahead
eyes closed
listen
to the One
who made this lake so great

Saturday, October 20, 2007

bradley hathaway

Last night Dan and I went downtown and saw Bradley Hathaway (www.myspace.com/bradleyhathaway), a poet/musician who tours the world doing spoken word poetry following hard core rock shows.

We felt like elderly giants in a sea of teens, a completely different experience.

We talked to Bradley—he had only been writing for a year before going on tour (he’s now in his fourth year), and picked up a guitar a year ago. He’s just going for it.

His band assembled 12 days ago—a drummer, bassist/guitarist, cellist/stand up base/accordion player and Bradley on acoustic. Dan said he was born for the stage—he’s captured a vision combining different elements to create something special.

After three rounds of screaming hardcore bands, he had teens swaying back and forth to blue-grass music with spoken word poetry. To see him reel in the crowd in was amazing.

His lyrics are often light, but he hits kids’ hearts with truth they need to hear.

Friday, October 19, 2007

the gift of food

My father and I share the gift of oven preparation alertness.

What I mean by this is that something woven deep in our intuitive mind-body clocks alerts us when the oven is ready. For some reason, it doesn’t work as well when the food is done, only the pre-heat. This fuels my distaste for burnt frozen pizzas. Weird.

My father punches in times like 3:37 to cook popcorn in the microwave. He’s like a microwave scientist.

Today I celebrated successfully opening the croissant roll container. Last time was a violent disaster that harmed the ascetic value of the rolls. Thankfully, I had two containers this time, so when I ripped the directions off container #1, I went back and read them on #2. They were delicious.

Now I know the secret of the rolls. Dad would be proud.

I called last year, “the year of Hamburger Helper without the hamburger,” and perhaps this year will be, “victory over croissant rolls.”

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

verse.chorus.verse.

gimme a song i don’t wanna sing softly
gimme a song i can scream

‘cause i’m tired of feeling like i need more coffee
gimme some light on this dream

and someday i’ll sing you
(softly to sleep)

and someday you’ll wake me
(to live this dream)

and together we’ll sing of
(this great mystery)

‘cause it’s here in my lonesome i long for another
heard being alone was no good

and i know what it’s like to be chasing the stars
but i long for your heart like i should

Monday, October 08, 2007

the gr press

The Grand Rapids Press reviewed The Yesterdog Documentary in Friday's paper.

Check it out on mlive...

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

the sound of violence

2:07 a.m.

My eyes fight the brightness of a computer screen at this hour.

An angry man stirred up our neighborhood twenty minutes ago with a sea of obscenities. In this part of the city, it’s not unusual for late-night revelers to make their post-bar presence known, but this was altogether different.

This wasn’t innocent fun.

This went beyond anger.

This was rage.

This was the sound of violence.

“F__ you! F__ you! Get in the f__ing car!” a man screams. A woman responds, the argument volleys back and forth like a tennis match. She says she doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. “Is that what you want to see?” the man yells.

Car doors slam like bullets. My heart beats, chest frozen in time.

Propping open the shade through the corner of my second story window, I struggle to see the root of the confrontation. I make out silhouettes and human movement under the street lights, maybe a white shirt.

Trees obscure my vision; leaves rustle in the fall wind. Earlier, the speaker at our community gathering spoke about reconciliation. Amy mentioned it was a perfect fall night.

I listen, almost like I’m waiting for gunfire. A car pulls up and stops. “Get the f__ off me!” Sounds of a scuffle. More yelling. The girl yells something. The man fires off more obscenities. The car moves; headlights fade down the street into the night.

I’m praying for peace. Should I call the police?

911 remains only three numbers away, but this man is too filled with rage to be met by police, I reason, imagining cops showing up and endless rounds expelled until someone on this street winds up dead.

The prayers continue. God, give this situation peace. Give this madman clarity.

An SUV creeps down the one way. Open car door. Closed car door. Then silence.

The prayers for peace and reconciliation continue.

2:33 a.m.

Monday, October 01, 2007

knock

When worry caves in, release.
When needs feel unmet, ask.
When hope appears lost, hope.

“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”

Knock.

“Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!”

And receive.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

get this book

I just finished leftovers from last night's Sami's Gyro, a huge undertaking of Greek goodness.

At the table, I was re-reading parts of Cam's new memoir, The Year I Got Everything I Wanted: A Spiritual Crisis. It's a loose parallel of Ecclesiastes, how a year filled with promises (new job/city/girlfriend) ultimately couldn't fulfill.

Cam landed me the internship and pointed me toward the community that jump started life for me here. We started meeting at Sami's during the summer of 2004, while both of us were in the midst of personal crisis of one kind or another. He has become a boss turned mentor turned friend. Last summer, he invited me to Europe--the book is a journey leading up to his decision--which proved to be a life-changing experience for both of us.

Cam is a gifted, honest writer well worth your time; check out his blog and pick up his book.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Our Global God: The Journey to Africa

In November of last year I met Ted, a white-haired man in his mid-eighties who used to live at the elderly home we visit each month. Ted was in WWII, stationed in Germany as a machine gunner. A fellow soldier was shot in battle, falling into his arms, but Ted “kept him quiet” until the firestorm stopped, then hauled him to the back lines, saving his life.

“I never knew who he was, but he lived,” Ted said. [Rescue.]

Ted told me the story of how his pastor gave him a verse before he went overseas. During our Christmas visit, I followed Ted to his room where he flipped through his Bible. His WWII verse was Psalm 91:7. “A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.”

Ted made it out of WWII without even a scratch. [Protection.]

Last spring, I wrote a worship song about Ted’s experience entitled “Rescue,” based on Psalm 91. During a Tuesday night church community gathering, where we were sending a team of nine missionaries to Zimbabwe, we played the song for the first time.

Afterwards, Craig, our American missionary leader who has established Vital Connections, a long-standing ministry in Zimbabwe with his wife Teresa, thought to himself, “That song is for Africa.” A friend asked for the chords and lyrics, and days later, I recorded a rough demo and sent it with the team on an iPod to Zimbabwe.

When the team returned, they reported great news about their experience, including how “Rescue” had taken on a life of its own during worship in Africa, how it had ministered to the people of Zimbabwe.

It continues to this day, and Simon, a worship leader in Zimbabwe, hopes to have it published. [God.]

Zimbabwe is facing an incredible crisis. Once one of Africa’s most profitable countries with stable crops and economy, a series of events have turned it into one of the world’s poorest nations. With the world’s highest inflation rate, a mounting AIDS crisis, unthinkable unemployment rates, malnutrition and food shortages, the country is in desperate need of rescue.

Following a series of unusual, ordained appointments, I’ve decided to join a missionary team of six headed to Zimbabwe in November 2007. We will spend our two weeks leading a youth conference to equip young Christian leaders, visiting a children’s ministry, working and worshiping alongside Zimbabwe Christians to further the Kingdom of God and share the love of Christ. [Unity.]

In the spring, I had an idea about creating a documentary on the world’s churches. Though this may not be part of that larger picture, one of my primary roles on the Zimbabwe team will be taking video and digital cameras to document the experience of Zimbabwe’s Christians. Though, inevitably, this experience will change and challenge us on the team, it is about unity in the Body of Christ: beyond cultural barriers, beyond rich and poor, beyond black and white. [Reconciliation.]

Over the past year, I’ve had the privilege of being self-employed, running a video production company and freelance writing. I’m confident all of this is connected; both with the freedom of a flexible schedule, as well as the ability to document this journey. Part of my calling is “to live and tell stories,” realizing this story has already spread over three continents. I’m confident God will use the humble efforts of people working in art and media to further expand His Kingdom. [Jehovah Jireh.]

The global Christian church has awakened to the great needs in Africa, and we are all part of that movement. “The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ.” (1 Corinthians 12:12)

The trip will take place from November 28, 2007 to December 13, 2007, concluding with a two-day stay at Victoria Falls, one of the Seven Great Wonders of the World.

I’ve experienced God’s provision in amazing ways over the past 18 months, challenging me, humbling me, and opening my eyes to the greatness of our God. I look forward to this journey with eager anticipation of God’s continued movement.

If you’re interested in helping through prayer or tax-deductible donations, please email me (aaroncarriere [at] gmail.com). Thank you for your prayers and support, words fall short to express my gratitude. Please call or email, or follow the journey (though communication during the trip may be limited) on the blog.

In the grace of God,

-Aaron

Prayer Requests for Zimbabwe:

• Rising up and strengthening of Zimbabwe leaders and the African church.
• Relief from AIDs, inflation and poverty.
• Global unity in the Body of Christ.
• Eternal impact for all involved.
• Effective planning on trip’s short notice.
• Safety and protection for the missions team.
• God’s continued movement through new media.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

light

God is so good to us, even when we're not good to Him. At times I find myself slipping back toward the misconceptions of the Jesus of my youth, where performance was kin to godliness, where burden and yoke were heavy. But our God is light.

switchfoot: the economy of mercy

There's just two ways to lose yourself in this life
And neither way is safe
In my dreams I see visions of the future
But today we have today
And where will I find You?

In the economy of mercy
I am a poor and begging man
In the currency of Grace
Is where my song begins
In the colors of Your goodness
In the scars that mark Your skin

In the currency of Grace
Is where my song begins

These carbon shells
These fragile dusty frames
House canvases of souls
We are bruised and broken masterpieces
But we did not paint ourselves
And where will I find You?

Where was I when the world was made?
Where was I?

I'm lost without You here
Yes, I'm lost without You near me
I'm lost without You here
You knew my name when the world was made