This week while in Phoenix for a couple of stirring days thinking about equipping the church and living into our missional calling together I experienced artisan disruption. The lads and I were heading to the second day of the gathering and decided to find some local coffee spot to fuel our morning. When the first stop was closed we rounded the corner into another shop that pushed against our attempts at constant efficiency. Inside a small art gallery (which also had a hair salon) there was a coffee bar, with one barista doing more than just making drinks, he was making art. The guy had form, precision, and and exacting hand as he made each drink. The line was out the door yet he carried on, unhurried, unhindered by demand. He was the artisan. At first I felt out of place. After all I am the guy who drinks from carafes at Panera because I have a sip membership. So to be in a bespoke establishment pulled me out of my element to begin with. This is a discomfort I enjoy
There is a great deal of freedom in knowing that I am not in control. In being able to let things go and live free from that pressure that seems to always weigh us down. It is not mine, but His, learning to let it go is hard,but when I have those moments of clarity, and do let go, the freedom is incredible.
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