Good morning Surgeons,
Autumn is here... and we're continuing our series Girl and Boy Interrupted.
Special music today is Hanson, Get the Girl Back.
Next week, we are doing something unusual that you don't want to miss.
1 - Short sermon... and we don't mean a message delivered by someone who isn't tall
2 - Food! We'll be bringing in pizza toward the end of the service next week
3 - Vision! We'll be talking about some key values for the Surge, give you some insight into things that are coming and we'll have some time for Q&A between pizza bites.
That's next Sunday, October 6th, don't miss it!
The following Sunday, October 13th, will be the official launch of our Surge Youth Group. Selma has some great things in the oven so be here to check it out!
Keep us in prayer, big things are moving behind the scenes (good stuff) and we want God to be front and center and we want His clear to be crystal clear.
Next week we'll wrap up Girl and Boy Interrupted... and then we'll jump into pizza and vision!
See you soon!
We showed this video, "It's Not About the Nail" in a message series about relationships...
So we decided to (somewhat) even the score a bit as we launched into the message. Text for the public service announcement about HMS (a serious medical condition) is below:
I'm here today to talk about a serious medical condition affecting many couples that you may not be aware of... it's known by the acronym, HMS and, while no cure is currently known, great advances are being made to make the disease chronic - by managing symptoms aggressively.
Understanding HMS, will help us overcome it.
HMS typically affects males more than females and some symptoms include:
- a temporary inability to stand or walk
- selective amnesia
- partial blindness
- random vocalizations and plaintive cries for help
- lethargy and sudden narcoleptic drowsiness
- fascination with sporting events
- weakness in the hands, resulting in reduced ability to bring things to the kitchen
- dry mouth and odd requests for beverages
- inability to find scissors, or other things right in front of him
- loss of time
- inability to read simple "to do" lists
If you suspect your spouse or boyfriend suffers from HMS, or Helpless Man Syndrome, hope is not lost.
With medication and coping mechanisms, many men with HMS lead full and productive lives.
If you hear this:
Man Example: "Uh, honey? Do we have any duct tape?"
Or, perhaps more commonly...
Man Example: "Where is that big spoon? I thought we had a big spoon!"
And then he immediately falls asleep... your significant other may have undiagnosed HMS.
You're not alone. We can help.
This public service announcement made by the Foundation of Longsuffering Women Who Think that Men are Pretty Cute Anyway.
Good weekend Surgeons,
Hope you are doing great!
We are continuing our Girl and Boy Interrupted Series this morning, with a look into relationships as they can be, digging into Ephesians 5.
Our special music this morning, is by one of our favorite students and songwriters, Amanda Wright... we'll be doing her song, The Sand and the Sea.
Selma Nunes will be meeting with our teens this morning to talk through our Youth Group launch on Sunday, Oct 13th!
Two weeks from today, we'll be talking through our Surge vision and mission and answering questions... that will be Oct 6th! So don't miss that Sunday, it's going to be fun.
We had a great time in prayer and in dinner and with some local songwriter's last night at the Barn, we hope you can join us next month at this great event.
Next week, we'll be continuing our Girl and Boy Interrupted messages with "What's Sex Got to Do With It?" It's a good question!
It's So Beautiful!! - Dwaine
Surreal. That's the word for yesterday, the 16th of September. Voicemails barraging the phones, emails and texts intruding faster than could be read, and facebook comments--all asking the same thing: Is everybody ok? Hmmm. . . let's check the systems. . . I'm not in Mexico or Colorado being swept away by flash floods. There's no fire out of control headed into the cul-de-sac. Better turn on the telly.
Oh, now I get it. Mass murder at the Navy Yard, in line of sight, it seems, of where the Nationals were to keep post-season hope alive by burying the Braves later that day. But it was not to be. Three? No, only two? No, again, maybe just one gunman had plans for another kind of burial. In addition to his, 12 other families received the worst news possible before turning in for the night. My guess? No real turning in occurred--just tossing and turning and tears.
I should have remained fixed on that scene, as I suppose most of DC did. But I didn't, though. I found myself captivated by 6 cars not normally in my neighborhood and the 8 police officers they brought with them. While the nation's capital was immersed in questions of multiple shooters and "Was this an act of terrorism?", much more quietly on my street another living thing was dying that wouldn't make the news--a relationship between husband and wife. And I couldn't help but think about their wedding and how much in love they had to have been then and wonder, "How'd they get to this point? Where did things start to go off the rails?"
And then I remembered. God told us everything we need to know about relationships and how hard they would be to pull off successfully after the rebellion in the garden. The basic operating system we all bring to the table when we arrive on the planet? How can I manipulate you, control you, use you, twist you, pressure you, coerce you, frustrate you, tease you, lead you, force you, tempt you, abuse you for my own selfish interests. I'll hang with you as an acquaintance, as a BFF, as a romantic interest only if I'm getting what I want. When I don't, I'm outta here. Yeah, it's why most marriages end. It's why most that don't are not all that happy. It's why people who are afraid of failure decide to just live together first. But, of course, the stats prove that this doesn't help. In fact, the divorce rate is 50% higher still for couples who live together first. Relationships are hard.
But, with grimness all around me, the day ended with the video above that restored joy and hope. After weeks of sacrifice and energy, the little outside playhouse was ready for the grand unveiling to our twin granddaughters. The project was motivated by my wife and daughter's love for those two girls. Painting, making little blankets for the dolls, a little tea party table and all the accompaniments. And the recurring theme you hear is this: "It's so beautiful!" Yeah, it was. Because when love, real love is expressed--not that cheap "I'm gonna get mine"--but the real thing flowing out of a heart that just has to give no matter what, it really is so beautiful.
And I was reminded that it's possible, through Jesus, to break the curse. Reminded that relationships don't have to fall apart, don't have to result in tragedy, don't have to end in anger or rage or bullets or a barricade. They do, I know, but they don't have to.
Good morning Surgeons!
We're launching our Girl and Boy Interrupted Series this weekend, talking about why men and women have such a hard time really connecting with each other.
Special music is, "Just Give Me a Reason" by P!nk.
Our monthly time of prayer will be held at the Barn at 5pm, next Saturday, September 21st... we'll pray, have a meal together and then our free concert with the Songwriter's Association of Washington will kick up - join us, it will be a fun evening.
Selma is preparing a launch date for a teen group that will run concurrent with our Sunday services, so stay tuned for details on that one!
Keep praying. We love you more than you know!
Key Lime Pie ~E Reiss
The best key lime pie in the world is on the island of Cozumel, Mexico... at a place called Santiago's.
Santiago's is off the beaten path, known by locals and return visitors to the island mostly. It is a legend in the SCUBA diving community who return to haunt the reefs of Palancar just off the Cozumel coast.
It all started when I mentioned to a diving guru in Oklahoma that I liked Cozumel but I almost starved to death. There was no good food to be found.
He looked at me like I was an idiot. He held the glare for a few seconds, then grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and stuffing them roughly into my hands, said, "Write this down." There was clearly no room for debate, so I put on my dictation hat and got to writing.
The first thing on the list was, "Santiago's. Have the Key Lime Pie" and it went on from there. He told me, now I'm telling you. The marketing world calls this "buzz" and it's a beautiful thing.
Once you're on the island, two to three dollars US will get you a taxi there, no problem at all. Just say, "Santiago's" and they will smile, nod and take you to pie heaven. Don't misunderstand, the other menu options are quite good as well. The fare is Mexican mostly, but friendly to an American palate and it's delightful. At some point, the owner himself, Santiago... will appear and very loudly welcome you to his place - as he riffs and exchanges bawdy jokes with the locals... and he will tell you to have the pie.
Listen to him.
No really, it's quite good.
If you were some sort of culinary scientist, you might do a Key Lime Pie Study, to verify and prove/disprove my outrageous hypothesis. You might sample the consistency and texture of the pie. The perfect color, toppings, crust and temperature would all be taken into account. You might learn that the forks are balanced by a master forksmith, with just the right curve and heft to serve as pie delivery devices. Your theory might mention the counterpoint of the cool dessert in contrast with the tropical island weather contributing to the effect. You might take into account the indigenous limes (which are the size of canned hams by the way) and measure their delightful fresh lime impact. Your investigation might lead you to re-categorize pie phylum and nomenclature... simply because the pie is so good, it is a pie species unto itself.
It is Apex Predator Pie... ruling the pie pyramid with an iron fist, a dollop of whip cream and a light crumbly crust.
Your pie article would be published and, over time, subjected to intense peer review.
In the end, you would be applauded by the white smocked world as a genius, clearly ahead of your lime, and celebrated in your wisdom, approach and conclusions. For in fact, the pie in question is THE BEST KEY LIME PIE IN THE WORLD.
Or you could just have a slice after a delicious meal and see for yourself. Sometimes an experiential encounter is the best way to go.
My theory is that it isn't the limes, though they are epic and platonic forms of citric goodness. Lime is in Everything served in the area and it's kind of wonderful.
It's not the weather, or the generous portions, or the expectation you have of PIE while making the crossing on the ferry from the Yucatan.
It's not even the man himself, welcoming you like an old friend, whether it's your first time there or not.
The secret to the pie is that it is made with love. It's more explainable with the (pie) charts and graphs and 8x10 color glossy photographs seen in the proper order. But I'm not kidding, the pie is actually made with love.
For behold, it is adoration and Mrs. Santiago who stars as our evil genius behind the pie. She prepares and cooks them herself. And she is the master, supporting her husband's restaurateuring ways with goodness and spousal affection.
Isn't that interesting? Deep in our bones, we can hear the words rumble, "Not good for man to be alone..." and we feel it to be true. That doesn't just mean romantic love, though in that wonderful first case it was. My line is that the best romances are deep friendships at their heart. So many things in life speak to this heartfelt and true community, to a shared experience that heightens the goodness of our joy, and mitigates the heartfelt pain of sorrow. And it's this sort of considerate selflessness that comes through in the pie. She's not doing this for herself, or to somehow be renowned in pie circles. She can make pie, and it helps her fella. But in doing so, she's tapping into a nuanced truth.
It's deep magic and even in the beginning it was true. We are meant to do life together.
That is the key ingredient to the best pie in the world. She's making it in relationship. It springs from a shared life together with her guy... who chose her and she chose him and it speaks of a love that's worth sharing. The heart of the Gospel is love shared... through Incarnation and by extension... through us.
The best way to eat Santiago's Key Lime Pie?
Two pieces... but sharing both of them with someone you love. For shared pie is even sweeter than a piece of your own.
So bring a friend, or a spouse to Santiago's and enjoy the pie in it's native element. You can thank me later! I'm literally salivating remembering the pie.
Or better yet, find your own pie - whatever that may be. And feed the folks around you with something amazing... based on the love you've found and the gifts you bring and the context your "kitchen" is in. There is something unique you have to create, to give and to share that will have people all over the world talking and sharing in it's goodness.
We're wrapping up our Free message series this week... with special music from Gavin DeGraw, I Don't Want to Be.
Small groups are starting up again this week... if you're interested in plugging into a group, or perhaps considering hosting one of the groups, let us know!
Our next SAW concert will be at the Barn on Saturday, Sept 21st... and our monthly men's breakfast will be held at Terry Forresters on Sept 28th.
We're starting a new message series next week entitled, Girl and Boy Interrupted... and we'll dig into relationships and how God uses the battle of the sexes to teach us something important about life.
Take care, stay safe and God bless!
At The Surge we love doing things together... that includes writing a blog! Here are a few of our main contributing authors:
Our fearless leader, Dwaine is the lead pastor at The Surge. His experience in counter terrorism with the CIA prepared him for ministry and he likes dogs and babies even more than E does.
E (short for Eric Reiss) is the Wingman at The Surge and likes dogs, music, Mexican food, his wife Karen and his little girl Evangeline... not necessarily in that order.