Being an, emergent, liturgical, post-conservative, (or post-liberal depending on who you talk to) authentic, missional church leader is dangerous work. Last night at our worship gathering we did a kind of prayer station where people could "put on" sackcloth and ashes as symbolic representation of humbly repenting from their pride.
So I set out to create some ash. I burned some newspaper in a flower pot, at my house outside and let it cool for about an hour. I had to go get some burlap/sackcloth so I dumped the ash into a ziploc bag and threw it in my back pack. I drove to Joanne Fabrics and got some sackcloth. I got an Americano at Caribou Coffee which was very weak by the way. Drove back to the Union Project chatted with the band who was rehearsing and sat down at my desk. I then started to look for some containers to put the ash in. I found some small pewter goblets and opened my back pack to see the ash spilled all over my books, my Bible, and numerous other papers. But that was not the worst of it. The ash was still hot and had melted through the ziploc and had begun to ignite my Bible and another book. So I was carry around fire in my back pack for almost two hours and could have consumed my computer, my car, myself and the Union Project in the process.
Dangerous work I tell you dangerous work!!