This weekend, Brandi and I met one of our blog readers for the first time. I don’t want to say who it was, because she might value her privacy – and she might not want to be associated with such scoundrels as we Wily, Trouble-making Mitchells. So for the purposes of this conversation, I will give her a pseudonym that adequately describes her coolness without giving away her identity.
I’ll call her Machinegun McThunder-Rad.
This weekend, Brandi and I met Machinegun at a local café, where we drank iced coffee and took up space for something like two hours. We talked about all sorts of crap – school, jobs, families, boyfriends (I haven’t had any, but I managed to keep up with the conversation nonetheless), children, home schooling, demonic influences, church controversy, salvation by grace, salvation by works, church folks we know in common, church folks Brandi and I don’t know but want to meet (so we can kick them), siblings, modeling, God, the Bible, missionaries. . . and probably a few things I’ve forgotten. We had a fun time drinking iced coffee with Ms. McThunder-Rad. When we parted, we did a round of hugs – she hugs like a pro would hug, if there was such a thing as a job that paid you to hug – and then we promised to do it again, sometime. Then Brandi and I went to lunch and spent most of the time talking about how awesome Machinegun is.
It was a very “Proverbs 27:17” moment.
17 As iron sharpens iron,
so one person sharpens another.
That’s what makes community so cool – you lift people up when you’re down, and people life you up when you’re down. You sharpen each other, and drink coffee, tell stories, and walk together – but don’t run, because you’re now sharp, and somebody could get hurt.
All this is to say – Machinegun McThunder-Rad, we love you. You’re the coolest and you blessed us to pieces.
On another note, the What the Faith family will be moving fairly soon – physically, that is. As you might know, we currently live in the twin ports area of Duluth, Minnesota and its plucky sidekick, Superior, Wisconsin. Well, those days are numbered. We have made an offer on a house in Minneapolis, where we will be moving in six to eight weeks. Sadly, we will be leaving our church family at Hillside Church in Duluth – but it’s okay, we’ll still see each other! As a result of the move, Brandi, family, and myself will be attending River Heights Vineyard Church after the move, where we will plague pastor/friend Pete Benedict in every way we can think of. I’m not suggesting that Brandi and I are going to show up at his house at 3 AM on a Tuesday morning and pee on his bushes without telling him, but. . .
. . . we’re probably gonna do that, Pete.
More to come on this stuff as it progresses.
Question of the day – who in your life sharpens you? Have you told them lately that you love them? You should tell them that.