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Pat Dryburgh

So many things are running through my head right now. I have so much on my plate, so many things to juggle. I wish time would just slow down so I could catch up. It’s like there’s two conveyor belts, and I’m on the slow one, reaching across, trying to grab something on the other one so I am at least going the same pace as everyone else.

I’m still trying to find a job. Things with the church in Brampton aren’t going to work out. I’ve decided I’m going to focus on secular work. I don’t want to be tied up in a Christian job anymore. It’s just one more chain tying me to Christianity. I want to be free of all those chains, so that it’s only me holding on. No obligations, no responsibilities, just me and God, holding fast to one another.

I’ve begun to read Donald Miller’s new book. I’m excited, because it’s a book about being on a journey, about moving. I need to move. I’m beginning to grow roots, and I hate that. I need to be going somewhere, but right now there’s no place for me to go.

My relationship with God is sort of plateaued, and not at the top of a mountain. I hate this place, and yet it’s a place I know I need to travel before I can keep going. No, wait…it’s a place I need to wait before I can keep going.

Anyways, I hope everyone’s having a great first week back at school/first week before the beginning of school (depending on your circumstance). Let me know how everyone’s first week is!

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Got back last night from a weekend at Darien Lake. Rode the superman 3 times, which was awesome. Also, the light/fireworks/laser show at night was amazing! I really want to own a krypton-argon laser now.

Finished the last week at camp on Friday. Glad that’s done. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but 7 weeks is enough for me. Overall the summer was pretty good. There were some issues with the directors and such, but other than that things went well. I learned a lot this summer, about waiting on God (in a real, practical sense), how if we trust God he’ll give us the desires of our hearts, and once again how fun spooning is.

Got a call from the church in Brampton…kinda playing phone tag with them right now. Hopefully we’ll get something worked out. I am really torn by this whole thing, wanting to go to work at an awesome church, and staying so that I can be with my amazing girlfriend. I really don’t want to leave Sarah, again, but as of right now that’s where things are lookin’ to go. Unless I get a call from New Hope Community Church in London sometime soon.

Anyways, that’s all I really want to write today. Take care.

Permalink for “August 30, 2005” published on date_to_rfc822

So, I’m back again, home from another week at camp. It’s weird coming back when no one is home. I’m just here…by myself…no one around…oh well, not the first, nor the last time.

This week was interesting. We had a fantastic speaker who’s been up for the last several years, Jon Halliday. However, the first few sessions, we were having a tough time getting any response from these kids. I know that we’re not supposed to be looking or doing it for a response, however these were kids we’ve known for several years as they’ve grown up at camp, and all of a sudden they had no interest, even from the week before, about what was going on. It was a struggle to lead worship for myself, and a struggle to speak into their lives for PJ.

However, on Tuesday, I approached PJ and told him that I felt that these kids were not thirsty, that they had no desire for God, and therefore obviously weren’t interested in knowing Him more. I told him that we should look up verses in the Bible concerning thirst. The obvious ones (the woman at the well, the beatitude concerning thirst) didn’t really help. However, during a bit of free time, I thought back to the Old Testament, at a time when Israel was still travelling with Moses. They had already been provided water from the rock, as well as manna, and after all this still complained about being thirsty. Moses then asked the Lord for help, and God told him to go to a rock near a mountain and command it to bring forth water. Well, instead of just speaking to the rock, Moses tried to beat the water out of it. While it did provide water, it was not in the way God had intended Moses to pursue the water, and led to God denying Moses the privilege of leading Israel to the promised land.

I realized while reading that verse that all we were to do this week was to speak God’s love into their lives, not try to beat it into them. We couldn’t try to force a response, but rather had to allow God to do it his way.

Later on in the week, I found out that Sarah’s grandfather passed away. Sarah was really close to her grandpa, and it’s been a hard week first seeing him so sick and then finally losing him. If you wouldn’t mind praying for her, that would be awesome.

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Wow, what a weekend! We had a great time playing at London YFC on Friday. The journal for this event will probably not be up until next weekend, but make sure you check the forums to meet and greet with those who were there.

Also, we’ve been added to the Blank Blue Sky tour this August. We’re opening the show on Aug 19 in Guelph, and other dates to join the BBS are in the works. Stay tuned for more details.

Also, please continue praying for the CD. We’ve decided we need to put a deadline on this thing, so we’re aiming for an October 20 release. We’ll be planning a CD release show with some good friends of ours for a Kitchener outing. Details to follow.

Thanks so much for comin’ by. God bless!

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I was working at the strawberry field today. It was a really hot day, but enjoyable. Something very interesting happened though.

As I said, I was working outside. Tomorrow is the London Air Show, and the Snowbirds flying team was bringing their jets into the London Airport which is just around the corner from us. Several jets turned right overhead of where we were, and as they passed, almost all of the pickers in the fields stopped to watch what an amazing spectacle we were witnessing. However, soon after everyone turned back to the task at hand, I witnessed something no one else saw. Just after the plane passed, a bird flew just about 30 feet off the ground and landed on a branch of a tree. Now, you ask “what is so amazing about that? That happens everyday.” And that is exactly my point.

Those jets that humans made to fly around are powerless without someone controlling it. It is large and cannot simply land wherever it desires. It is inanimate. However, this machine that we humans built somehow fascinates us much more than the millions upon millions of birds that we see in the sky. These birds every day go out, find food, fend for their young, and interact in ways we cannot understand.

Obviously, the birds vs. planes scenario I’m talking about isn’t my main point. So many times we see amazing things happen; things that no human can replicate. And yet we never seem to pay much attention to them because they are just ordinary facts of life. But, what happens when this becomes our attitude toward God? The reality is, He hasn’t changed much in the part of eternity that has passed so far. Do we find ourselves simply passing Him over because we hear about Him every day? Do we pass up opportunities to know Him more because something that we have done fascinates us more than He does? I know I am guilty of this more times than I care to admit. Maybe rather than trying to formulate more formulas and steps to know God better, I should just get back to what I should be doing, which is actually getting to know God better.

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In two days I leave for camp. I have a feeling I will be regreting my decision to no longer continue my studies in youth ministry once the summer is up.

I’m trying to figure out what it means to be real. I watched the Shai Awards the other night (the Canadian Christian music awards). There was a group (featuring Manafest) that did a song called “Real.” Basically, it was a whole song going on and on about how they are real, and that other rappers aren’t, and that they are real cos they know Christ. I’m sorry, but if you need a whole song about how real you are, you are obviously not very real. That’s like me writing a whole song about how I can write songs.

So, I’ve been reading Blue Like Jazz again. I borrowed it from Grace (the man) earlier in the year, but had to give it back before I was done as he was leaving. So, I have finally gotten myself a copy. Once again, the chapter on grace (not the man) has brought me to a place where I don’t know where to go next. I see myself in Mr. Miller’s writing. I’ve been the pharisee, I’ve rejected grace because I thought I could do it on my own. I’m trying to see myself as someone who physically needs grace, as in someone who literally cannot make ends meet on their own, and I don’t know how well I’d deal with it. I’m so comfortable with how my life is going; good job, good girl, good friends. I don’t know what I’d do if I were like Job and lost everything. I’d probably turn my back on God, forgetting all the times he’s been so faithful to me.

Anyways, as I said. In two days I leave for camp. Have a good summer.

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Came home from work cos there was nothing to do, and my throat really hurt. I’m hoping to go buy my new guitar amp tomorrow. Does anyone want to buy my acoustic amp?

The whole “band” thing is frustrating. Don’t get me wrong, Dave and Ty and Dusty are amazing guys, and amazing musicians. However, because we are all such amazingly cool people, we definitely have a hard time getting our schedules to match up. Also trying to decide things like t-shirt designs and other things are made much more difficult. I guess it’s good though, because then we aren’t settling. Chances are, if I were left to make all the decisions myself and they didn’t have any input, we would be a boy band by this point, with Dave leaving to start his own side project called “Ants in My Pants” and Ty would be in rehab for ODing on gravy. Dusty of course would have started the “Dustin Martin Band” and gone on to make millions, but let’s not tell him that’s his alternate future.

I know this all sounds like madness, and it is. But, I love my band, and I love that for some reason, people are interested in what I have to say. I dunno, I guess I’ve never appreciated that before, but now I do. So, thanks for listening.

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I cannot think of a more disgusting, degrading, and horribly disrespectful question one can ask of a band. I was just reading a bit through a discussion online about whether or not Switchfoot is a Christian band. Basically, those who thought they weren’t used the arguments “Their songs aren’t very Christian,” “They don’t say ‘Jesus’ or ‘God’ in any of their songs,” “They just sold out because their going mainstream…”

I think one of the things that pisses me off the most about Cristianity is our constant need to “own” things. Look at those who argued that Creed was a Christian band. Or those who have stopped listening to bands like POD or Skillet because their songs aren’t all “happy, happy Jesus” anymore. It really bothers me that we have this mentality that music is always supposed to be about ministry, not entertainment at all. Do Christian doctors give sermons during check-ups? Do Christian accountants make sure that their clients tithe? Do Christian mechanics make sure that their customers “souls” get a tune-up too? Why is it that we can’t accept the music business for what it is…business. I have a hard time writing worship songs for my band anymore because it’s gonna label us as a “worship” band. Aren’t we all supposed to be worshipers? Why is it that I need to sing “I love you God” in order for my music to be worshipful? Do I even really want churches to play my songs? It’s not their expression of love and reverence to God, it’s mine, and their just copying my emotions I feel towards Him.

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I cannot stand my school.

I went to Ron today to ask if my band could once again use the chapel for band practice. All this entails on his part is for him to ask either Ry or Sam to let us in and out. Ryan was sitting right there the whole time, so he could’ve easily turned around and said “hey Ryan, can you let these guys in on Sunday?” But no. Instead, he had to tell me that because I was half an hour late in asking him, I couldn’t practice on Sunday. This is right after I led worship at the chapel for the school.

Contrast this with a professor here at the school asking me the day before I had planned on going home for the weekend (something I haven’t done since February) if I could lead worship for a “Walk-Thru-the-Bible” seminar the school was putting on. Of course I said yes. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened either.

It just seems to me that this school is very quick to request things from people that cause people to sacrifice something, when they aren’t willing at all to budge on their “rules” or “guidelines.” This is exactly what I believe Jesus would want a church or other Christian organization to be like.

Anyways, that’s my rant for today. I hate Emmanuel Bible College.

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Worship has become an industry. Bands and artists are pumping out song after song, generating chart topping hits with songs that are “supposed” to be for glorifying God. Some songs are being recorded by other artists before the songwriter even gets the chance to take it to the studio! Sure there is a necessity for fresh worship music, but is it coming at the expense of passionate worship?

Where is the heart of worship we have sung about so often? Where have we missed the boat? I think the answer lies in Revelation 3, in Jesus’ letter to Laodicea. Take a minute and read Revelation 3:14-22.

When you read that, does it not sound a heck of a lot like today’s churches?!? All over the continent people are singing songs of “praise and adoration” to our God of love who is so great and kind and loving…but are we worshiping? Jesus says that he bases his judgement on a church based on their deeds (Rev 3:15). It is based on the Laodicean church’s actions that Jesus makes his comment “I am about to spit you out” (vs. 16). Better translated as “I am about to vomit you out” or, “you make me sick,” Jesus obviously has no tolerance for a church without passion. This church was going to church regularly, but they were not living. They were not dependent on God (vs. 17).

When was the last time our churches were hungry for God? So hungry that nothing we could do could satisfy our hunger, but only God could fill the void? Have we, in the last several centuries, experienced a lack of worship songs? Have we ever had a service where in our minds we were thinking “oh man, I hope someone writes a new song REAL soon…we’re running out!” I think we are depending less and less on God to produce God-honouring songs as it becomes easier and easier to create and produce the songs.

What will be the solution to our lethargic lives? 2 Chronicles 7:14 gives us a hint. “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.” As the church, we need to be humbling ourselves, no longer accepting worship that comes from our own hands, but that which God has breathed divinely into us. We are told in Exodus not to come to God empty handed, but it is also important that we realize God is not only the recipient, but the provider of our offering.

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