The Almons are Moving to Edinburgh (and you can help)!

UofEdinburghI think most people we know are aware that C.C., Damaris, and I are headed to Edinburgh, Scotland near the beginning of September where I will be studying at the University of Edinburgh School of Divinity, New College, for a PhD in Theology with Paul Nimmo listed as my doctoral supervisor. Now, before moving on I’d like to point you to a website that we have put together (the creative genius of C.C. and Damaris) that gives some information about our move – including some of the expenses involved. Just to state it bluntly, to say a move of this sort is costly would be very much an understatement.

So, one of the admitted purposes of the website is as a fundraising effort. And one of the purposes of this particular blog post is to say we are in need of whatever help you are able and/or inclined to give … whether it be $5, $50, $500, or $5000 (I’m confessedly not particularly good at this sort of thing so I’ll stop there. I think you probably get the idea. It was either this or an infomercial. :-)) Not only will you have our tremendous gratitude but there is the chance to win a book bundle or a hand knitted (or otherwise crafty) item or several other items as one way for us to say thanks. We’d appreciate your consideration of a donation to aid in our efforts and passing this along if know of someone who might like to help fund my research.

You can find the website here: Scotland or Bust.

Moving on now, pursing a PhD has been an aspiration for quite some time now (it seems life kept getting in the way), but it’s not something that simply dreamt up on my own. The call (and for me it really is a calling) to pursue a PhD has been confirmed over the course of many years in community with professors, pastors, and the churches of which we have been a part. For this reason, we believe this is what the next season in our service to the Kingdom of God and our liberating King Jesus holds for us. Truthfully, we aren’t quite sure exactly what to expect, but we are quite sure it will be an adventure. I can say though that I am very humbled to have received an offer from Edinburgh and am eager to get started. Just briefly I would like to give a few reasons why I am excited to be moving to Scotland and studying at Edinburgh.

edinburgh-castle-hdrFirstly, I look forward to opportunity to focus and hone my calling and vocation as a theologian, in which the theologian understands that he or she must first of all pray well, that the discipline of theology belongs to the church as Christ’s body in the world, and that the work of the theologian is in humble service to the church and her participation in the mission of God. I move forward into my PhD studies with the full conviction that my proposed research holds importance not only for myself as a theologian, but for the church’s participation in the mission of triune God as well, especially as we move further into a post-Christendom context.

Secondly, C.C. and I come from a Baptist tradition in Texas and New Mexico which generally frowns on women in ministry and leadership roles – particularly the ordination of women in the church. C.C. and I were fortune to attend a seminary that was not only supportive but also nurtures women called to ministry, as well as be a part of a church that ordained us both C.C. and I in a joint ceremony – something that still carries its own unique challenges and consequences, but which is a very intimate part of our life together. We look forward to joining in with our Scottish Baptist family for whom women in ministry and the ordination of women is more generally accepted and encouraged.

Thirdly, C.C. has a very painful and debilitating chronic illness called fibromyalgia, which for a time was manageable. However, she experienced a very sharp downturn in her health while we were working as hospital chaplains in Houston, Texas – known for its terrible heat and humidity. As a result, we not only had to leave Houston but we lost our health insurance as well. Plus, those who come from Texas know that Texas doesn’t really have seasons and the weather can change wildly – changes that C.C.’s body can’t keep up with. We look forward to the much cooler, more temperate climate in Scotland, with actual seasons, which will go a long way on its own to helping C.C. feel better – as well the availability of health coverage and medical services that we simply haven’t had access to the last couple of years here in the States. Ultimately, on the most personal of levels, one of my foremost goals is to get C.C. healthy enough so she can once again pursue her calling to ministry and chaplaincy. Our move to Scotland will help with this.

New College SnowAnd finally, for my dissertation I will be researching on my favorite theologian Stanley Grenz and favorite philosopher Paul Ricoeur – two scholars who have influenced me the most not only academically but also in my own faith and spirituality, and who have helped me to weave these threads together. Utilizing my research into the trinitarian and narrative ecclesiology and anthropology of Stanley Grenz along with the narrative and hermeneutical philosophy of Paul Ricoeur I will be writing on the subject of Church, Gender, and Mission. My aim is to develop what I am calling a ‘hermeneutical ecclesiology’ in trinitarian, narrative, and missional perspectives. I’ll avoid being any more longwinded about this here and now. At present, I’ll simply say that my one main purpose in life is to spend myself on behalf of the gospel in service to my liberating King Jesus in such a way that my life is intelligible apart from the God that Christians name as the communion of Father, Son, and Spirit … and that Grenz and Ricoeur have been instrumental in helping me find my way in this. In my view, my proposed research simply flows from a natural extension of this aim in life. I plan on saying more on all this and future plans in upcoming posts; for now I’ll direct you to the ‘thesis proposal’ link on the aforementioned website.

Before I go, as several have asked how they can help us make our move to Scotland, allow me to point you back to my comments at the beginning of this post and offer a reminder that information on the financial expenses involved with our move along with a Paypal button where you can make a donation if you so desire can be found here: Scotland or Bust. Also, if you know of any others who may have interest in my research or in making a donation, please feel free to pass this along.

Many thanks for your generosity, and support, and prayers as we make arrangements for our visas and plane tickets.

Until later, peace and blessings.

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Thoughts on ‘Operating Without a Net’

Look Ma, No Net

God told Abram [later called Abraham]: “Leave your country, your family, and your father’s home for a land that I will show you. (Genesis 12:1, emphasis mine)

I wonder if Abraham, leaving for a land that God was yet to show him, felt like he was operating without a net.

You know what I talking about, right? Have you ever been there … without a net I mean?

Like in the movies when the bad guys are chasing the good guys and the good guys come to a scary looking chasm too wide to jump over with either a raging river or jagged rocks below (or both). There’s a rope bridge linking the sides of the chasm. Either the good guys get halfway over and are met by more bad guys on the other side (you know, like in Indiana Jones) or the rope bridge is old and in disrepair and won’t hold the weight of people trying to cross. Either way someone usually ends up hanging precipitously over that raging river or jagged rocks … and there’s no net.

You know what I’m talking about now, right? This has been normal for Christie and I for some years now. Abraham, Indiana, and us on that rope bridge with no net. Now, just to clarify, I’m not complaining. Actually, I’m not sure that Christie and I ever really realized we were supposed to operate with a net. The major evidence of this is that I can think of at least five major moves/transitions we’ve made without having a source of income waiting for us – stepping out on faith, without a net.

This is how we went to Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in Ft. Worth. At SWBTS I first had the ‘Southern Baptist system’ explained to me by the guy in charge of the placement office there. He said there are three tiers of students. The fortunate get hired by larger churches in some capacity … maybe even senior pastor. The less fortunate get taken by smaller churches … maybe even as pastor. The third tier end up working bi-vocationally. The ‘system’ I was then told was designed so that once you’re in you had the chance to work your way up the tiers and hierarchies. Youth and education ministers could become senior pastors and pastors at smaller churches could work their way to larger churches. I was told the system serves as a ‘safety net.’

To me though, the system and the language used to describe the system seemed more like the Southern Baptist version of the corporate ladder. We learned again, and have learned many times over since then – that the traditional ‘system’ for staffing churches, designed to support and maintain traditional structures, does not fit us and we do not fit it. So, we opted out of the system. There was a Southern Baptist system for planting churches too. But it seemed too much like the traditional Southern Baptist system to me – just with a more ‘contemporary’ feel. Before we left SWBTS I took a church planting class and I was offered a chance to go to one of three very large yet to be determined cities. They had no interests in doing anything in a small town – but Christie and I felt called to go back to Plainview, TX … so we went.

And this has been our mode of operation ever since … largely opting out of the traditional way of doing church (and life), opting out of Southern Baptist systems and structures (we landed in more moderate BGCT waters), and operating without a net. It grieves me that some feel this is because we hate traditional churches. This could not be further from the truth. We deeply love the churches that have given us roots, the Texas Baptist schools in which we have been educated, and the Texas Baptist churches that support and fund these schools. Christie and I have gone without a net, not because we are against traditional churches but because this is the direction God showed us and we are all about following wherever the missio Dei takes us. It has been a long journey. Despite the challenges and hardships, along the way I have sought to live…

A life that makes no sense if the God we Christians name and worship as Trinity does not exist…

A life that is intelligible apart from the life, kingdom, and mission of Father, Son, and Spirit…

A life of worship and faithful presence that quietly subverts the consumerism, individualism, and deistic secularism of our western culture…

I think that we have tried to live out this kind of life as consistently as we could. Little did we know that this would lead us into two periods of exile. The first was when we were living in Portales, NM and found ourselves suddenly without employment. We were forced to accept the community and hospitality offered to us by our church and we lived in an RV for six months – a time of refinement. The second, most recently, is when we moved to Carlsbad, NM to live with Christie’s parents – a time of discontent as well as discernment.

The Blessings of Exile

The discontent that I have felt since we arrived here I have made no secret of and have detailed in three full posts. However, there has also been blessing in exile through a further discernment and formation of a pastoral and theological identity and imagination. The fact that one opts out of the ‘system’ and goes without a net doesn’t mean that one has everything figured out where vocation is concerned. In fact the exact opposite may be the case. As we neared the end of our chaplaincy residencies I sensed that the process of vocational discernment begun as a resident would be continued in the following season. When we got to Carlsbad I knew that I had work to do. I went about this work by reading two memoirs: one by a theologian, Stanley Hauerwas, called Hannah’s Child and the other called The Pastor by Eugene Peterson. In the accounts of their own vocational formation, they equipped me with formative narratives and stories that helped me make sense of my own story … they gave me the gift of their lives (I should probably say more about this sense of ‘given-ness’ and ‘giftedness’ in the future).

The shape of my vocational formation became even more apparent through my employment at a mental health center by being placed in a context in which I did not fit. I had already experienced a pastoral and theological disconnect during the CPE portion of my chaplaincy residency. Much of the time (but not all) I felt that we were being trained to be more junior therapists than pastors that provide spiritual direction and care to the suffering. Knowing the tensions that I had felt with the therapeutic I wondered just what working for a secular mental health organization would be like. Mental health professionals do an important job and I want to be fair. However, as one who has studied postmodern philosophy and theology I have deep tensions with the entrenched modernistic assumptions behind the bulk of behavioral health.

I have never worked someplace or in a system that so readily defines persons by their problems, or reduces them to a diagnosis, and is so thoroughly un-holistic in that it reduces the spiritual aspect of care to a question on an intake form. Furthermore, it is my observation and opinion that the mental health system takes with the left what the right hand gives (ie, the system is designed to give the appearance that we are helping people with funds on the front end but then does all it can to deny payment for services with those same funds on the back end). I have found that these are pronounced tensions for me. Additionally, my specific formation as a pastor and theologian has made it hard for me to do the work of a ‘Community Support Worker’ or ‘Psycho-Social Rehabilitation (PSR) Specialist’. I’ve felt like a square peg trying to fit in a round hole.

I’m learning by experience what my theological instincts told me – that pastoring is not simply another one of the ‘helping’ professions. We really do need good social workers and therapists, I sincerely believe that. Their work is vitally important, and we especially need social workers and therapists committed to the missio Dei. But I also believe pastors betray their unique vocation if they allow themselves to become amateur social workers or junior psychologists. Still, I’m grateful for my time as a CPE/chaplain resident and at the mental health center because the tensions I experienced in these places have been the occasions to further integrate my theological and pastoral sides. The patients and clients I’ve had the privilege to give my presence too have been my greatest teachers. Since arriving at Logsdon Seminary in January of 2007 I have learned so much about the intersection of the theological and pastoral and how the two should not be torn asunder. This experience of exile has been the occasion for the further discovery and integration of my pastoral and theological vocations. This is a journey that I look forward to continuing.

Here We Go Again

As our journey continues, we again find ourselves once again keeping good company with Abraham and Indiana Jones … operating without a net. The difference though between ourselves and Abraham is that God has shown us where we are to go – Abilene, TX. We’ve been pleasantly surprised that as we have shared the news that we are going back to Abilene, back home, at how many people express a similar affinity for A-town. Abilene seems to have its fair share of admirers. We are looking forward to the opportunity to re-invest our lives in this place called Abilene and among the people of Hardin Simmons University/Logsdon Seminary and Crosspoint Fellowship. With our move to Abilene there are some inevitable questions that come up. I list here three (there are probably more)…

Does this means that we were wrong to go off to Houston for chaplaincy residencies? I don’t think so. Like I said, we have always tried to follow the missio Dei wherever it leads – and this is where it led. I can’t begin to describe the valuable (if not exhausting and at times almost debilitating) pastoral experience we gained and that changed who we both are. Our decision to go was confirmed by God and our community – I think it would be unwise to second guess that now. This exile we have found ourselves in now did not last forever and has had its purpose – and so did our residencies. Within the experience as chaplains, and within the experience of being in ministry together in such an intense manner, are embedded pastoral formation, integration, and skills we will need in the future. We need to be patient even if we don’t know where these experiences ‘fit’ right now (I will most likely need to be reminded that I said this later, so feel free).

What of my plans to get a PhD and my vocation as a theologian? Well, I still plan on getting one. I just no longer have the desire to move to California or North Carolina to do one. Its nothing against the schools in these places for they are top notch. I simply feel the need for my research to be situated in our common life together with our Crosspoint and Logsdon families. I can’t describe it much more than that right now … it just doesn’t ‘make sense’ anywhere else. The good news is there are distance programs I can do. But then there is also the question of where I will teach? I would relish the opportunity to teach at Logsdon more than I can put in words (this shouldn’t be surprising to those that know me).

I think we are going to see the numbers of students opting out of the traditional denominational paths and systems (much like we I did which and how we ended up at Logsdon in the first place) increase greatly. More and more, I think, are going to go without the traditional nets. These students will need profs who can relate and help shepherd them, which is something I believe my experience base equips me very well to do. But I make no presumptions. Whatever happens I want to be doing the work of theology (in some form or fashion) in a particular context whatever job I may have. Is there any other way to be a theologian than in a particular ‘place’?

What about my pastoral vocation and how does it mix with my theological vocation? I also get asked often, “Don’t you see yourself pastoring your own church at some point?” The answer is frankly “No, not really.” Unless God surprises me, I do not feel called to be a paid solo or senior pastor at a ‘traditional’ church (in fact, I have become uncomfortable with the whole idea of a solo or senior pastor). This is not a statement against traditional churches per se, just a statement of my own theological/pastoral convictions and where I feel called vocationally. I also feel the need to be attentive to finding the place where my vocation and Christie’s vocation come together and mutually compliment each other. Neither of us can leave the other behind, we are in this together (and we make a good team I think).

If I had my wishes I would feel vocationally at home working at HSU (staff of some sort, theology prof perhaps when the time is right?) and using my pastoral/theological gifts at Crosspoint. I would envision myself as a pastoral theologian, an ecclesial theologian with the responsibility…

1) to develop a storied imagination which emplots us into the biblical narrative and story of Christ,

2) to develop a theological imagination which draws us into the life and activity of Father, Son, and Spirit, and

3) to develop a liturgical imagination through ecclesial practices which form us into a missional community.

Again, I have no presumptions, but I can’t think of much else, twenty five years down the road, that would be more missionally or vocationally fulfilling than to have been ‘placed’ in this manner and with these people.

There are other questions I’m sure. There are always questions that don’t always need answers right now. The important thing is that, here we go again, setting off in a week without a net to the place God has shown us – relying on the provision God provides in community with others. The amazing thing is that in this period of exile I have been able to dream again. This move feels like a new chapter … like a beginning. I don’t yet know what I will doing for a job once we get to Abilene (hence the metaphor of going without a net). I interviewed with Hardin Simmons for a position, and this would be a major source of divine provision. I really want the job, but haven’t heard yet either way as of yet. As we prepare to set off on this new chapter and beginning in our story, we covet your prayers and are thankful for your expressions of gospel shaped community and hospitality.

May the shalom our liberating King be with you all.