Unsere Tage in London waren völlig anders aufgebaut als man von einer Kirchen-Konferenz oder einem Kirchen-Treffen erwarten würde. Mein erstes Treffen mit „den Amerikanern“ war an einer Strassenecke in Chelsea – wir Deutschen gaben artig die Hände und wurden aber alle herzlich von Karen umarmt. Sogar ich, obwohl sie mich gar nicht kannte. Wir trafen uns in einem normalen, englischen Haus (Danke an alle, die das bezahlt haben!) , mit Küche, Wohnzimmer und Esszimmer. Es gab am Anfang kein Programm, nur Kennen lernen, Beschnuppern, Reden. Die wichtigen Themen kamen völlig von allein, natürlich haben die Amerikaner gute Fragen gestellt wie: „Welche Person möchtest Du gern näher kennen lernen?“ oder „Wie war Dein Tag heute?“ gestellt, die für uns Deutsche teilweise schwer zu beantworten waren. Aber was wir verstanden haben war: Hier sind Leute, die wollen Euch kennen lernen, hier sind Leute, die sind nicht nur an Eurer Botschaft interessiert, sondern sie interessiert Eure Geschichte und andersrum. Unser Leben war das Thema und die Gemeinsamkeiten, die unser Leben aufweist.
Wir haben gelacht, geweint, ernst nachgedacht, dumme Spässe gemacht, Poker gespielt. Und trotzdem war es nicht „uneffektiv“, sondern in den Zeiten, die wir als Gemeinschaft hatten, waren umso tiefer, umso intensiver. Sie waren nicht Austausch von Informationen sondern dem Mitleben von Leben. Das nächste Essen war genauso wichtig wie der Einkauf oder die Diskussion. Ich habe noch nie eine so intensive Atmosphäre von Annahme und Wertschätzung, von Liebe und Sorge umeinander erlebt.
Ich bin sehr dankbar, dass dies keine Konferenz war, sondern dass es um Beziehungen ging. Wir haben Freunde gewonnen, Lebensgeschichten gehört und etwas besonderes erlebt. Worte sind hier ein ungeeignetes Vehikel um zu sagen, was wirklich war und ist. Das ist vermutlich das beste, was ich machen kann.
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Our days in London have been setup completly different as one would expect of a church conference or any church meeting. My first Encounter with the Americans was at a corner of the street in Chelsea – us germans shaked hands politely (like we are raised to do) but were hugged by Karen warmly, she even hugged me not knowing who I was at that time. We met at a normal home in England (thank you for renting it for this time, it made a huge difference, because it felt „normal“) in which was a kitchen, a living room and a dining room. At first there hasn’t even been a program, no schedule, „just“ getting to know each, checking each other out (obviously not the Dating „Checking out“), talking, talking, talking. The important questions arose on their own – of course the americans asked questions like: „Which person would you like to get to know more personaly?“ or „How was your day today?“ which we germans struggle a little bit to answer, but what we all got was: Here are folks, that really want to get to know you, here are people who are not only interested in the message you bring, but who are deeply interested in the persons behind the message. We told us stories of our lives shared it, our lives was the theme, the simliarities we share.
We laughed, we cried, did some serious thinking and made good fun, played Poker. But it hasn’t been ineffective at all, the times we were all together were more intensive, more telling, deeper in many ways. It was not about sharing information, but about living of life together. The next meal was as important as go out to shop for food or discussion. I have never experienced the like in terms of atmosphere and encouragement and care, love and appreciation of one another.
I am grateful that this hasn’t been just another conference, but was all about relationships. We have gained friends, became family, shared the stories of our lives and experienced something special.
Words are not enough to really describe what happend in reality. That is the best I can do.
I like the line, „like we were raised to do“ in referance to shaking hands. It was a nice relational conferance.
Bjoern I love what you write here but would like to question the use of the term „normal“ in relation to the house that we rented. There was not much that was normal for a Londoner about having the use of this £2 million house for a week. But then the whole week was like this. A beautiful fun time…
Oh I didn’t know. Hm. Things we don’t know we take easily for granted. Thanks for reminding me…
[…] Eindrücke von Houston Teil 1: Warum eigentlich? Warum bin ich eigentlich nach Houston, Texas gefahren? Alles fängt in London im Mai diesen Jahres an. Da habe ich einige nette Leute, Engländer Amerikaner kennen gelernt, etwas über meinen Tellerrand hinaus geschaut und festgestellt, dass es auf unserem Planeten viele Leute mit ähnlichen Fragen gibt. […]
[…] Houston Reflections: The question why Why on earth did I go to Houston, Texas? Everything begins in London im Mai in May of this year. I met nice people, English and American alike, there and recognized that there are otheres around the globe asking the same questions which encorauged me a lot. When we were leaving London talks were already beginning to head for a new gathering, but everything seemed far away and uncertain. But then the invitiation came along and things started moving again. I was part of a worldwide community that got together and enjoyed fellowship and relationsships with each other. My thinking and acting changed since London and it was a good thing to stay in contact with these other guys, thinking ahead, being challenged and yet encouraged, valued and appreciated. That was probably the main reason why I did go to Houston, being again Part of a community, that is on a simliar way, respecting and learning from each other. Is there really a difference between established and emergent, when both are on a way and willing to learn from each other, open and humble? At the same time the question, that resounded within me was: Can we teach others from what we have learned? Is there a way in teaching together the next generation of workers in the body of christ? How can such a thing be possible? We haven’t been taught to do the things we do, exept perhaps by leading our life day to day. These were my practical questions. Having left early, I must say I don’t know the answers yet, but am in good hope, that this conversation and the reason why I have been there will bear fruit in its own time. I love being part of this thing. […]
Bjoern, you loved being part of this thing, and you were loved as part of that thing … in london, in houston. thanks for helping shape and re-shape my thinking. you totally rock!