ConneXions Camping
May 31, 2009

It’s that time again. Can you believe it? Read more
We’re on re:frame
May 29, 2009
ConneXions does not exist in a vacuum. What we’re doing here in Bend is happening spontaneously all over the world. How big is this spiritual renaissance? Well, re:frame just picked up our site and featured it alongside similar ministries–from everywhere. The Spirit is moving. Come check it out!
Synopsis: World Hunger?
May 28, 2009
WORLD HUNGERING: We have become dulled by the distance and the depth of desperate need in the far off countries of the world. But our world is where we live…what about our own community?
THEIR THIRST: Have you noticed an awkward pause in encounters at work or the grocery store after the usual “How’s it going?” Have you wondered what the details of that pause might include if there was a time to stop, sit down together over cookies and milk, and Read more
Melissa Easterbrook’s Blog
May 27, 2009
If you would like to journey with Mike and Melissa Easterbrook and their fight against cancer, their blog is a featured link on this website. Bottom right column.
We are with you all the way Melissa.
The Shack–Reader’s Guide
May 27, 2009

Chapters 1-5 – for Band of Brothers, June 1st session.
(Adapted from Papa’s Ponderings)
Chapter 1 - A Confluence of Paths
- Could God actually send a person a letter?
- What is your favorite name for God?
- Mack told Nan “I’m sure God knows what he is doing” even though Mack did not personally believe it. Do you ever try to encourage people with things about God you do not believe? Read more
Wild at Heart–Reviewed
May 25, 2009
Men don’t read. Or so they say. And yet here’s this book for men that has sold more than 2 million copies–and counting. Something is going on here.
For our local chapter of Band of Brothers, Wild at Heart has been the transformational book of the year–the catalyst for many of us getting our hearts back.
I’ve had mixed feelings about reviewing this book, because by doing so, I run the risk of drying it out like a raisin. Of making it sound like some sort of essay, which of course it is not. In fact, it’s not so much a book as it is a doorway into an experience. An experience that is best shared with a group of men, rather than in fits of solo self-scrutiny. I know this from experience. I read the book alone when it first came out and Read more
Meaning Making Machines
May 20, 2009
I’ve listened to people claim they’ve found healing in the idea that “we are meaning making machines” and nothing more. That nothing has any inherent meaning. Life and events mean whatever we make them mean. We choose our own meaning. Therefore we choose our own life. Healing comes through living in the moment and taking every unpleasant thing in stride and deciding not to make it mean anything. Insults, relational tension, mistakes–they have no meaning except what we give them, therefore we cannot be wounded unless we decide to be wounded.
Fair enough. I used to camp there too.
It sounds wise. But it is also cold. And perhaps even a little evasive Read more
An Evening with John Eldredge
May 19, 2009
“Fathered by God – An Evening with John Eldredge”
(Craigan and Chad at the book signing, Saturday, May 16th, Grace Chapel)


We had a great crew from Bend at the event: Marc & Janine, Shelly & Craigan, Darin & Nancy, Chad & Heather, as well as Paul and Nino from Camas (Marc’s brother and sister-in-law). If you’re curious about it, just ask us!
Band of Brothers: Session 9
May 17, 2009
Session Nine – Fighting for the Hearts of Your Children
What is the question that every young boy has? What is the question every young girl
has?
How can you give your answer to their question?
Knowing that you’ve probably wounded your children, how will you respond? How
would God have you respond to your father’s wounding of you?
Bonus: Marc, Craigan, Darrin, and Chad bring back a report from “An Evening with John Eldredege”. Yes. Chad shook his hand and had five books signed, and more…
Healing on a String
May 13, 2009
Tonight, I absorbed the fine meticulous beauty of a string quartet. Quavering chords that bypassed my ears and rippled down my back. Relaxing waves that spread across my hands and made them fall, palm open in my lap, where fingers twitched as if they could play along.
There I was. The spine-tingled marionette. Read more