Back in September, I posted this note about our coming involvement with The Call. A few weeks later, two things happened that put that all on pause. One was the arrival of our gorgeous daughter, which effectively put our whole life on pause. The second was a shift in plans that made it clear to us that we were not to lead The Call Nashville. Not wanting to get ahead of the Lord, we happily set it aside.
Fast forward a few months.
The Nashville Call plans are well underway. We're in Kansas City loving our kids and feeling good about how it all landed, when we were asked to lead The Call events in other cities...starting in San Francisco on Labor Day weekend, with many to follow.
Without going into the whole story for the forty third time on this blog, Labor Day weekend will mark the seventh anniversary of the original Call DC - and the seventh anniversary of our first trek to Burning Man. The significance of spending the seventh year doing The Call in San Francisco, where Burning Man is headquartered, is huge to us.
So what's that mean?
First of all, it does not mean we move or disconnect from IHOP. I will be wearing two hats (still no hair), one as IHOP leader and another as Director of The Call Regionals office. We will remain intercessory missionaries, sort of on administrative loan to The Call without having to relocate or give up the 24/7 prayer room. This is a good, good thing.
It will mean scouting locations, working with local leaders, and organizing solemn assemblies of 20,000 people in various major US cities. It will mean deciphering contracts and fasting and cheering on the troups and raising funds and praying like crazy that 20,000 people will come together to fast and pray like crazy.
It will mean that I set aside my role as marketing director at IHOP, but keep our role as Omega directors and executive director of short term training programs (internships). It will mean going back and forth seamlessly between camps - something the Lord spoke to us many, many years ago.
Soon, I'll be heading out to meet with local leaders, look at venues, hang with the JHOP-SF team, and pop in on my Burning Man peeps. How's that for a fun 48 hours.
So there you have it. The Call is on.
In September, I'll see you in San Francisco...yes, with a flower in my hair.