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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-26982528962390218372020-02-07T14:56:00.000-08:002020-02-07T14:56:23.865-08:00New Young Life Beyond video.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-1541235390134308522017-08-23T13:19:00.002-07:002017-08-23T13:19:25.078-07:00The Greatest Secret You know the greatest secret that this universe has to offer.<br />
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You know the greatest secret that this universe has to offer.<br />
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You know it, but I will go ahead and remind you. It is this: You are known- beyond the point of intimacy, beyond those skeletons that fill your walk-in closet, even beyond those things that you can't stand about yourself so you've suppressed those pieces of you behind everything else just so you can bear to look yourself in the mirror each day- you are known beyond all of this. You are known, and you are loved.<br />
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You are loved with a love that abides eternally. You have been freed from petty attempts at trying to earn salvation. You are loved, you are loved, you are loved. I cannot say those words enough times or with enough power, that their true severity would be understood by our human minds and human hearts, but you are loved.<br />
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As Jesus died on the cross, He bore the full weight of every specific, individual sin that we have ever committed. And you can bet that He did not ignore a single one. Every sin, every time we pushed God out of our conscience just to have a little fun, every dark thought that we indulged in for just a moment, and even those soul-crushing decisions that we have begun to define ourselves by. Jesus was crushed by those same weights. Oh, how He must know you!<br />
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In the garden that night before He went to the cross, He was given a taste of what was to come. He was given full understanding of that burden He must bear. He was given full knowledge of who you are. He saw the full map of your heart. And He still went. And His grace abounds.<br />
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This love is what you have been looking for all of your life. And nothing can separate us from the love of Christ. He will never leave you; He will never forsake you.<br />
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You are known, and you are loved.<br />
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You know the greatest secret that this universe has to offer.<br />
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How will you respond?<br />
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-51253071998326614052017-08-16T13:16:00.001-07:002017-08-16T13:19:58.049-07:00Part of Something Larger <div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rain: loud enough to force our voices to shout in
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Wind: strong enough I fear my body will become
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I, a human, am out of my element in the midst of
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Life stories. Questions asked. “In a hypothetical
cage fight who are you fighting and who do you want to impress?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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nothing is left as personal. My feet are no longer my own. My toes are so cold
that I almost feel the mountain might’ve taken them, and will keep them for
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Then why am I here? Is it to feel small? Perhaps,
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Not to feel small, but to realize that I am not my own. I
am not personal or private, but a part of something much larger. Something that
I’m not at the center of. Something more powerful than myself.</span></div>
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peace and rest. An end to striving and the beginning of watching (in awe) as
the power moves, and joining with the power in its movement. Allowing myself to
be moved. Realizing that I’m not the primary mover. That there is a primary
mover greater than the mountains themselves, who even controls their movement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-13333710798049729822017-08-02T13:20:00.000-07:002017-08-02T13:22:00.855-07:00Our Table<div class="MsoNormal">
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summer I find myself in the midst of a beautifully intimate community. There
are quite a few things that make this community what it is. With the shared
purpose of facilitating encounters with Christ, we have found ourselves knit
together. Some of the threads which tie us together are glorious, but others,
not so much. One variable seems to
foster the most growth, laughter, and conversation for us: The Table. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Each day
during breakfast, lunch, and dinner you will find the members of our community
seated around a cedar picnic table sharing a meal lovingly created with our own
hands. There is a profound spirituality that revolves around the entity which
is this table. To find it, you need not look further than the life of Jesus. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; line-height: 115%;">As
margarine is spread on our homemade bread, so are the examples of Jesus
inviting people to His and to their tables spread throughout the Gospels.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">So, what
is the substance behind the spiritual purpose of the table? Surely it’s more
than apples, oranges, bananas, and spoonful upon spoonful of peanut butter
(though these are definitely staples). In my opinion, the purpose of the table
is multi-faceted: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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restoration</span></b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">;
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</span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">The table is a space to serve and
be served</span></b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">; John
13:1-17, where Jesus washes the disciple’s feet.</span></li>
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</span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">The table is a space to praise</span></b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">; Mark 14:26, where Jesus and the
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</span><b style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">The table is a space with an open
invitation</span></b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">; Luke
14:23, “Then the master said to the servant, ‘Go out into the highways and
hedges, and invite them to come in, that my house may be filled’”.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">These
are just a few of the many purposes of the table, and I love how I see them
played out over our very own cedar picnic table. As a place to serve and be
served, we make meals for one another and offer what we have. Our souls are
restored as we meet together, and quarrels evaporate like the steam from a hot
soup. The table is filled with praise as we thank the Lord for his provision
and worship Him over fruit, oatmeal, and cinnamon rolls. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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most importantly, the table is an open invitation. To those who stop by, we
invite you to sit and be nourished. To those with whom we are frustrated, let
us fill your cup with a hot bevy. To those who we love, let us share a seat
and a smile. To those who do not yet know the body or the blood of Jesus, we
invite you to come and taste at our table. There is room for you here, and yes,
you are invited. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-71229688761775839252017-07-19T15:25:00.000-07:002017-07-19T15:27:16.888-07:00From Daredevil to Courage-Taker<div class="MsoNormal">
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Kaitlin, and me, I love to tell a simple story that encapsulates my adventurous
spirit and her cautious desire to protect me. One day, Kaitlin, my dad and I
were hiking in a neighborhood park, and as I climbed onto a fallen tree to
cross the creek, my sister, Kaitlin, anxiously yelled after me to stop. I
boldly turned and replied, “I’m a daredevil. You’ll just have to get used to
it.” Whether she has liked it or not, that’s exactly what has happened as she’s
watched me adventure from one opportunity to the next since our adventures in
the park. The most recent “daredevil” move- coming to Beyond Malibu to guide
mountain trips- has taken me far from home, but has brought me close to kindred
spirits who have willingly embarked on this latest adventure too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sister has grown to accept and support me as I travel. However, if Kaitlin were
to reach out to stop me now, I think the insight I’ve gained during my time
here would elicit a much different response than that of my childhood self. You
see, over the past several weeks, I’ve come to view what it means to be a
daredevil in a very different way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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doing things that might be scary to others but weren’t scary to me. After seven
weeks of trips with participants and two training trips with guides across two
summers, I’ve witnessed plenty of people doing things that scared them; things
like crossing glaciers, climbing over ridges, scaling up root ladders, and
walking for hours with a heavy pack on. My question about these participants,
guides, and at times, myself, is this:
are all of us excluded from the title of daredevil while doing these
epic things on trail just because we’ve experienced fear? If we are excluded,
is the loss of such a title really something to stress over? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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things, but one lesson that has most recently taken root is centered around the
topic of fear. When I was younger, I viewed fear as this negative feeling to be
avoided at all costs. Even in scripture we are commanded not to fear. However,
there’s a difference I was missing. Scripture doesn’t tell us not to fear
because we should never experience fear. Rather, scripture assures us that we
do not need to let fear rule over us, because our God is near and will lift us
up despite our fears. During two of my trips this summer, some participants encountered
new terrain that scared them- lots of snow, icy slopes, root ladders, etc., but
upon each encounter a unique opportunity was presented: remain immobilized by
fear or press on with God’s peace in view. Fear would have us believe that
moving forward is not an option, whereas truth beckons us forward. The choice
is this: allow the hand of fear to be your master or force fear to submit to
the hand of God by reaching out to Him for the strength and willingness to
press on. In choosing the latter, we create a space to allow God to care for us
and to protect us. In my old way of thinking, fear was limiting and weak. In my
new way of thought, fear is just another place for the Lord to step in and pull
me forward by the strength of his hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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helped</span></span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The reality of these words, and the sincere comfort
they bring, takes on a deep importance when it can be translated literally to
the mountains. But the truth is, we were not made for the mountains. We were
made for the valleys where the truths learned in the mountains may take root. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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my childhood self for its sense of adventure and excitement, has now been
rewritten to a much stronger, worthwhile title: courage-taker. During the next step
into post-graduate life, I may now proceed with confidence. Though I feel fear,
I may turn my eyes to the Lord, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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forward in courage and truth as they encounter new terrain and as they
transition home following their mountain-top experiences. Now the question is,
what about you? Are you striving for the daredevil title too, clinging to the
idea that you have something to prove as you force away fear on your own
accord, or are you embracing a new identity, courage-taker, by the grace of
God’s hand outstretched to you?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I mentioned how much I love this place?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I
love this place. It is magical.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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peace rests over it, coddles it like a fresh-out-of-the-dryer blanket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Your
grace settles like the rain: unobtrusive, subtle, gentle. Here you are at work.
Everywhere you are, but here I am less blind to it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I
feel your peace in my soul. I feel tangible renewal. I feel the hot coffee
slipping down my throat, warming my body. I feel the cool breeze tiptoeing over
my skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I
am aware because all the things I cram on my plate, heaping and ugly and messy,
are wiped clean. All I have before me is to serve you, this community, and
campers on trips.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-5678683636286147862016-08-16T09:52:00.000-07:002016-08-16T09:52:10.027-07:00Paying Attention<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Ali Savage is a second-year mountain guide who will graduate<br /> in the fall from Western Washington University. <br />She studies education & political science, <br />and is passionate about freedom, the mountains, <br />and Jesus. </i></td></tr>
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I see two types of people in this
world: movie-talkers and everyone else. For better or worse, my mom is the
former. I grew up with her elbow perpetually jabbed into my side, always
accompanied with the question, “Who is that?” or, “What did she just say?”
Utterly committed to understanding a plot line, she’s never been afraid to ask
questions, even in a very crowded movie theater. She is, in one word, engaged.
I’ve found that this same binary exists in every other arena of my life as
well. The breakdown I see is as follows: there are those who pay attention, and
everyone else. The Gospel demands that I pay attention; to others, to the
movings of the Holy Spirit, and to myself. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Jesus paid attention to the ones
most vulnerable to being ignored. Jesus paid attention to the voice of the
Father compelling him to listen to and love the broken and the cast-off. Jesus
was, and is, unyielding in his desire to pay attention. In order to emulate
Jesus, I must pay attention. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As I prepare to finish my second
summer of guiding, and thus my time commitment to Beyond Malibu, I believe that
this is one of the greatest things God has taught me during my time here. I
live in a world where my brain is addled by stimuli, everything vying for my
attention. As a Christian, particularly a Christian who does ministry with high
school kids, I often believe falsities. Sometimes to my peril, I believe that
if I just yell the Gospel louder I will be heard. I believe that if I listen to
more sermons, read more books, and have more or louder or better worship, <i>then</i> I will hear the voice of God. In
reality, what I actually need is to be stripped of excess so that there are
fewer things distracting me from paying attention to the voice of God. Beyond
Malibu is a place thick with that presence. I am given the time and the space
to be engaged with others, with the movings of the Holy Spirit, and with myself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Because of this space given to me
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I know the soft and powerful movement of air overhead, heron’s wings beating a
divine rhythm.<br />
I know more shades of green and blue and grey than language can put form to.<br />
I know the slow breathing of the Inlet, tides rising and falling like the chest
of some sleeping aquatic giant.<br />
I know bare feet on green floors and 5:30 AM belly laughs. <br />
I know the sight of hot, holy tears in the eyes of a participant as the clouds
open up and they get their first view of the mountain that they’ve spent the
last three days climbing.<br />
I know what it means to love, because He first loved us. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Because of Jesus’ example, and
because of this tiny corner of the map named Beyond Malibu that so many have
called home, I know what it means to pay attention to the presence of God; not
because I have more of what matters, but because I have less of what doesn’t. <o:p></o:p></div>
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With love,<br />Ali</div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>“What does it mean to pay attention?</i></span></div>
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</i></span>Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-17841997235634174612016-08-01T10:51:00.000-07:002016-08-01T10:51:25.004-07:00A Purpose-Filled Life <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Panda” for the first time. My cousin and I laughed in unison as my mouth began
to hurt from smiling for so long. There are a few memorable moments from the
movie, but one specific quote constantly flows through my mind: “there are no
accidents”.</span></div>
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Young Life camp called Beyond Malibu. From 2013 to 2015 many of my friends have
been involved with Beyond, either as participants or as staff. I missed out
each year because I either heard about the opportunity too late or other summer
plans interfered. However, the more I heard of my friends’ experiences, the
more I desired to have some part in this place. This summer though, everything
came together, and here I find myself on maintenance at base camp.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Now that I’m here, I’ve begun to ask why? Why now?
Why didn’t I go on a trip with my high school friends? Why didn’t I go in
college with my friend’s school trip? Why didn’t I apply for maintenance any
other year? There have been so many other opportunities and options. In the
midst of asking these questions, I remember that quote from Kung Fu Panda,
“There are no accidents.” If I took any of those past opportunities, I might
not be here right now. I would never have met Skylar, Chase, John Wayne, T.J.,
or Isaiah, my base camp co-workers who have become like family. I would never
have met Cody, my direct boss, who has been like an older brother to me. I
would have missed out on growing in relationship with my long-time friend Rick
Wilson. I never would have sat next to unique, lovely, and beautiful people
while worshiping Jesus around a roaring fire. I would not have learned valuable
lessons that will shape me for the rest of my life. Old passions that God
placed in my heart would not have been reawakened, and this summer full of life
and adventure wouldn’t have existed. God’s perfect planning led to me coming
here and experiencing everything that I have. It is clear that I am supposed to
be here right here and right now. If you take time to look at specific moments
of your life you can see the Lord using them in his plan.</span></div>
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our lives. There is purpose in the mere fact that you were created. There is
purpose in your community. There is purpose in your job. There is purpose in
this very moment as you read these very words.</span></div>
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-82703606335667183672016-07-26T13:42:00.000-07:002016-07-26T13:42:20.958-07:00Freedom from Struggle<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Peyton (middle) works in the kitchen at base camp. In her free time, she enjoys swimming in the
inlet and playing monopoly deal. She is currently attending SDSU in California
for biology. Peyton is passionate about Jesus, In-N-Out Burger, and the ocean. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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shaped by the hands of humans, somewhere where it doesn’t matter if you’re
barefoot because your shoes hurt too much, and a place that doesn’t respond to
the command of a light switch. It is important to be humbled and to realize how
human we are. I am grateful for Beyond because it makes me celebrate simple
things like hot coffee in the morning, loud singing during dish duty, community,
worship, and pure silliness. Base camp has become home, but my week in the
mountains climbing JJ taught me a whole new meaning of trusting God and truly
relying on His strength. </span><br />
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in a whiteout. We were cold, wet, and anxious. As difficult as the weather was,
I felt that it was very fitting for our group. Although we could not see the
beauty beyond the clouds, we all knew that it was there. The same concept works
in regards to our walks with Jesus; we may not be able to see him, but we know
he is always there. All we have to do is invite Him in. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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came out for the first time. I have never witnessed anything so beautiful. That
moment of sun on the summit made me realize that God had a plan for our group.
His plan was for us to realize that it is okay to struggle, it is okay for
things not to be perfect, and it is okay not to have any idea where you are at
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Before going on this trip, I had a lot of fear. I am
a “lupie”, meaning I have lupus along with my autoimmune disease; mixed
connective tissue disorder, and arthritis. I am told I can’t do things pretty
often, and I let a lot of those negative comments pull me down. Even in the
midst of these physical struggles, I felt God tugging at my heart telling me
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The strength God gave me throughout this trip made
me reevaluate how I place my identity in Him. The feeling of conquering that
mountain with the Lord was far more empowering than nursing my wounds and
clinging to my pain all the time. There is something about the outdoors that
fuels my soul, my spirit, and my overall well-being. I was forced to lean on
the Lord when I was uncomfortable in the whiteout, and the way He met me was
with this beautiful mountain experience I will carry with me for the rest of my
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<i>Madi Krueger works
in the pack shack at base camp. She spends her days meticulously measuring
ingredients for trip meals, making sure that each camper, leader, and guide who
goes into the mountains has enough food to conquer the trails. Madi is a senior
at Western Washington University and is studying journalism. While here at base
camp, she loves playing her ukelele named Whimsy, spending time on the dock,
and reading through the Harry Potter series for the first time.</i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;">It’s funny how my priorities have changed since arriving
here at Beyond. Objects that once used to be strapped to my body or mind have
taken flight from my thoughts and now wither in the cobwebbed corners of my
mind. My phone currently sits at the bottom of my backpack, lifeless and
untouched for days. I only use it to read downloaded sheet music for my
ukulele, which gets a lot more action since I’ve gotten in the habit of worship
on the dock or subtle strumming with the sunset. The makeup I devoted twenty
minutes of every morning to and the chemicals and substances which, I believed,
made me “pretty” and “enough,” were hurriedly tucked away to the bottom of my
bin. The few mirrors here at base camp show me an old and familiar face that
God always saw as beautiful and enough, mosquito bites, sunburns and all. I had
cautiously tucked away that face full of childlike wonder and playful curiosity
in the name of growing up. I bathe in the salty inlet, breathe in open and
star-lit skies from my sleeping bag on the dock, and laugh at how very
ridiculous it is to get frustrated over exactly 33 bags of skim milk powder. I
cram my body on the floor of a crowded room to watch the first movie I’ve seen
in a month, forget what a flushing toilet sounds like, and give thanks for a
massive bowl of that rare vanilla ice cream. I wish I could save up enough of
these moments to last the rest of my life.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">My mind, even, has been freed from the shallow places I once
anchored it to in order to keep it afloat in the busyness of life. The magnifying
glass I once spent too much time under, the self I built up and hid behind to
show my worth, has been kicked aside and traded out for a better view of others
and of God. I’ve been able to dive deeper into what it means to be a follower
of Jesus, what it really means for his redemptive love to wash over me, and
what it really means to realize His sufficiency is more than enough for my
inadequacies. I’m raw and flawed and human here because I’m allowed to be. Learning
to set aside self-centered thoughts gives me the freedom to look more closely
at others, flawed and human themselves, and love them better for it. I see the
blistered feet of guides who walk kids along the mountainous horizons, the sore
backs from raking trails, and the stress tears from food that never got shipped
in. I’ve also seen the smiles that stretch around campers faces while guides
sing and dance in goofy costumes at opening club. I’ve watched their eyes widen
while “holy cow, another meal!” gets added to their already humongous backpack,
and their nervous looks while gazing up at the mountain they’re told they can
climb. It seems I’ve seen them expand and shrink in a paradox of growth here.
Eyes grow, smiles widen, and faith expands while standing on the summit or in a
small room called the “Pack Shack,” feeling smaller than ever before. In it all,
God remains the same size, just a little clearer here, to them and to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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kids 1977. Long One Eye—plus we climbed Sun Peak. Spent one whole 24 hours in
tents on Smithman Ridge in a torrential downpour. Decision was to go back or
finish the route. Decided it was as far to go back as to finish, so we went on.
First time One Eye was ever done “missing” a day in the week plus climbing Sun
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“We do not want merely to <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">see</i> beauty though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words–to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it…At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door.”<br />
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Eleven high school boys and their Young Life leader, all from Houston, TX, blindly follow my guide partner and I as we trudge across Microwave Bowl, a mile or two of flat glacier at the base of Mt. Albert before the summit push goes slightly more vertical. Divided into three rope teams, we navigate through a whiteout. We have enough visibility to see about the distance of a rope length. When we stop for a drink of water, the boys’ leader looks around, and proclaims (with a charming Texan lilt), “Ok. This is the most surreal thing I have ever done.”</div>
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These guys come from a wealthy neighborhood in Texas. None of them have ever done anything like this before, and it is likely they never will again. Life is rarely like this–tied into rope teams, navigating around gaping crevasses, practicing how to stop yourself with an ice axe as you slide backwards headfirst down a snow slope, walking faithfully behind a couple of dudes you just met who promise you they know what they’re doing as you march your way through the white fog.</div>
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Rarely is the sense of life’s risk so palpable, the trust so blind, and the goal (and it’s reward) so voluminous and obvious as summiting a mountain. Just a few days and about 8,300 ft prior, these guys were stepping off a boat at sea level.</div>
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All week, we have been sharing life stories and looking at what life and community might look like with Jesus at the helm. These guys are pretty aware of the pressures being put on them back home, but the time up here makes it vivid and obvious. There’s a phrase that gets used among students at their school: “The Stratford Cookie Cutter,” named after the cultural mold of school and community that divides their future into specific shapes to be baked into place like doughy cookies in an oven.</div>
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On this trip, for the first time in many of their lives, perhaps, they are experiencing real connection and community. They wonder aloud to each other why they treat each other so poorly, speak so unencouragingly to one another. They are weary of partying, of only being known on the surface, of flimsy relationships with girls, of being pushed from behind to become the next purveyors of successful lives defined by “good” jobs and material success. And they are so ensnared–their personal brokenness, the brokenness of their friends, the brokenness of their greater community back in Texas.</div>
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With all distractions stripped away and the real-time adventure of the mountains, it’s easier to see life, God, and ourselves in better light. We see this in Matthew 17, when Jesus leads Peter, James, and John “up a high mountain” and before them is transfigured–his face shining like the sun and his clothes a dazzling white. Up on the mountain, the disciples are getting a glimpse of who Jesus really is, without distraction, in fuller glory. Peter declares, “Lord, it is good for us to be here.” He suggests setting up some dwellings to stay even longer.</div>
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But we cannot live on the mountain top. As mountain guides at Beyond, we try to help our groups think about the tough transition back to the valley. We process what it means to take the clarity of the “mountain top experience,” the shining face of Jesus, back into the chaos of normal life. As Jesus and the disciples descend the mountain, he orders them to “Tell no one about the vision until after the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.” The mountain top experience is not the permanent manifestation of new life, but simply a glimpse of the beginning of its glory. Now, with the summer over, it’s time for us guides and basecamp to practice what we preach.</div>
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Separated from the palpable, physical adventure, it’s difficult to know what this looks like. At the dock, I’m greeted by my car which has a flat tire and no discernible trace of oil on the dipstick. Later, when I get wifi on the ferry, my phone blows up with texts and I make the horrible mistake of looking at my email inbox. In Spokane, I’m greeted by ideas, habits, obligations, and relationships, which I’ve left piled up like my things in my friend’s garage for the summer, collecting sawdust, and it’s time to dust them off and get things back into their right place again.</div>
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It’s hard to know if the experiences that my groups and I had are “real” and if we can trust that they will have any real bearing on our lives. Surely they will. But things are not so clear down here. I’m imagining my Texas boys back home, almost halfway through their senior year already, hoping that their experience this summer was true but unsure how to keep it going. I picture this, because this is what I’m questioning in my own life.</div>
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22We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labour pains until now; 23and not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly while we wait for adoption, the redemption of our bodies. 24For in hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what is seen? 25But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.”</div>
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So here we are, back in the valley, visions of glory burned into the memory of the heart. I’m unsure of what comes next, but I trust God’s imagination for the future much more than my own. I do not hope for what I see in front of me, but for what I do not see. And I wait for it with patience</div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Growing up, my dad always told
me, “You have to say goodbye in order to say hello again.” </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We do not want to say
goodbye to spirit filled moments and glorious creation. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For
many of our campers there won’t be another dock dance party “hello” to Base
Camp and the summits of Beyond. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just as challenging as kicking steps up Mt. Albert, the alders of
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Albert campers were filling time on the trail with mouthwatering descriptions
of Thai food from their hometown. Two months later I was ordering off the menu
of the infamous Thai restaurant at a table with my campers. Their faces were
shiny, hair clean and one even clad in his Beyond t-shirt. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">States away from the summits of
Beyond these campers were glowing- reliving their hardships and celebrations on
the mountain over a plate of pad thai noodles. Looking at the faces around the
table I saw the Lord’s extravagant provision. The Lord met each of us in
uniquely beautiful ways. It can be recognized by the different moments each
individual chooses to share aloud- recalling the thunderous boom of the ice
falls, the sunset after days of smoky forest fire skies, or the pride of
completing the route. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We spent our week on Mt. Albert tangibly trusting the Lord and
observed provision and answered prayer. Now we each begin the adventures of
fall trusting the Lord will provide extravagantly as we summit mountains in our
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stood up as a group, and instead of giving pack love and heading back onto the
trail, these campers walked out of the restaurant into their daily lives:
leading in their hometown club and beginning senior year of high school,
fitting all their belongings into their car and moving away to college, and
navigating full time work. They were alive and full, taking the sweet moments
of Beyond where they went. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Beyond comes home with each of us. There is no need to dread or fear “goodbye”.
Beyond isn’t confined to the mountains, or Princess Louisa Inlet. The moments
at Beyond become a part of us and we have the honor of carrying them to our
destination of choice. We get to keep saying “hello”. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-53289826989064350342015-08-13T11:04:00.004-07:002015-08-13T11:10:41.761-07:00Wild and Free<div class="p1">
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<span class="s1">I have a vivid memory during my first summer of guiding in 2013 that I will never forget. It was 5:30 on a Saturday morning, when I looked at the friends in my guide class and said, “For the first time in my life, I feel beautiful.” It was a huge milestone for me as a woman and mountain guide. I had spent years comparing myself to others and believing that I would never be good enough, strong enough, or pretty enough- a theme I see in many participants’ lives. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">What is it about Beyond that makes us feel beautiful and free? Why is it that a camper can tell me after her trip that she has never felt more beautiful?! Surely it can’t be the “mountain funk” we obtain throughout a week in the mountains. Rather, it’s when we are stripped emotionally, physically, and spiritually (doesn’t that sound easy!). My mind continues to be blown away as I hear life story after life story from participants from all across the country- stories of broken families, addictions, pain, and sorrow. <span style="color: blue;">Like fragile jars of clay, we are all covered in cracks and imperfections, but when we allow Christ to fill us up, He shines through the cracks- and THAT is beautiful.</span></span></div>
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-67246525729950944152015-08-02T13:54:00.003-07:002015-08-02T13:54:53.818-07:00The Mountain Top and the Valley<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>The mountains of Beyond truly call out to me and the need to answer is strong within me. Logging roads and thick brush, mossy forrest carpets and the exposed rock amphitheaters of peaks and cirques; the wonderlands we venture into each week hold secrets I’ve never found elsewhere. It is more than the physical beauty they hold though, for the mountains have become a safe place for me. It is a place where I know my worth- a place where I have a role and a purpose. It is a secret place where God meets me in quiet stillness with whispers and strong arms, a place where the confusion of my human emotion is set aside and my natural reliance on Him grows to be the only focus. The noise of city life, of authority and responsibility, of expectation and affirmation fades until the only voices I hear are those of companions in worship, voices ringing out in the night over the clouds. </span></div>
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-2887724621081622692015-07-30T10:26:00.001-07:002015-07-30T10:26:24.121-07:00Waiting Expectantly<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Waiting expectantly does not mean sitting back and watching God answer prayers exactly how I imagine them. To <span style="color: #b45f06;"><i>wait expectantly</i> </span>I have learned, is to die to the idea that I know what is best for me and have faith and anticipation for all that God has for me, regardless of what I ask. Waiting expectantly has taught me to loosen my plans for the week, and embrace the unknown with a new found confidence in God’s promises. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">We spend days before the trip reading about our participants, planning spiritual content to best address their group goals, figuring out how far to hike, when the rappel will happen, and which night we will have our “mexi meal.” When I wait expectantly and turn my palms open to all of the uncertainty of guiding at Beyond, I am comforted by the thought of the thousands of other believers who have been standing exactly in my boots. Standing at the crossroads of self preservation and self abandonment into life to the full. </span></div>
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-32454500001923785792015-07-21T11:39:00.002-07:002015-07-21T11:39:46.418-07:00Attempting to Fly<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwCWCFKlDO3L_2R8Xj4oSXAhoV8Y_DJl3_F0PCgidUkybpBXBPHzLg7mwimhfykVLRi959BdQ83t4aF38jOx5gtH_JxY8QDEYC6LLupvgZLzX_n_JFbNqTORahVr_WXIyV6Dc1dX8qQrZ/s1600/IMG_9329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwCWCFKlDO3L_2R8Xj4oSXAhoV8Y_DJl3_F0PCgidUkybpBXBPHzLg7mwimhfykVLRi959BdQ83t4aF38jOx5gtH_JxY8QDEYC6LLupvgZLzX_n_JFbNqTORahVr_WXIyV6Dc1dX8qQrZ/s320/IMG_9329.JPG" /></a>After four training weekends, countless hours of homework, a wilderness first aid course, and a ten-day training (in which we put all our knowledge to use), we were sent off into the mountains for our first trip. I’m the type of person who likes a lot of time to pack and prepare for things long in advance. Despite three months of doing just that, campers arrived and my state of receiving them was similar to that of a bird who had just attempted to fly through a clear glass window. And then, after a hard smack of rejection flutters around stunned on the ground. It took me about three days to get my legs back under me, before I felt like I came to and was tracking where I was and what I was there to do. The majority of my first week out in the mountains, I felt more scattered than any of the campers and I found a constant smattering of my things throughout our campsite- surrounding my pack. At one point I came over to find my co-guide packing my bag for me with a patient smile. Later I was told, “Welcome to being a first year” and to expect to feel this way (one step behind the rest) throughout the summer.
Before we headed out of camp, we asked our campers their fears and expectations. Several of them told us boldly that they expected to have an encounter with God this week- expecting that He had some big things to teach them. What a daunting expectation to be voiced when I wasn’t sure we would ever get out of base camp! I know that as guides we are here to serve the campers and help facilitate their journey into the mountains, to create space for them to experience God through His creation. However, my human tendency was to stress out about what the campers were experiencing… as if I could better their communication with the Creator. The beautiful thing was, that amidst my chaos and human weaknesses, God was hard at work.<br />
The first few days, amongst my flustered state, it was difficult to see any evidence that God was meeting the participants expectations. However, slowly, as life stories unfolded we began to see old, unhealed wounds resurface and participants began to engage in prayer that had been silent at the start. One participant shared about the loss of parent. At the beginning of the trip, she portrayed an independent, self-sufficient, hard exterior. As the final days in the mountains passed, we watched her heart soften and ability to accept love and help grow. It is tough to describe the emotions you experience as you hear stories and deep, previously unspoken, emotions come pouring out of people. When else in life do we take time to dive deep into our hearts to identify and share our joys, passions, pain or sorrow with others?<br />
This first trip awed me. After our final ten day training trip I thought I was prepared for anything. We experienced all types of storms: high winds that shredded our tents in the middle of the night, lightning drills, sideways snow in a whiteout, freezing rain- I thought I was prepared for everything. Then, on the last day of descent with my campers, we hit the alder trees. My frustration hit a boiling point (that I was shocked to discover) and I found myself whacking every branch that snapped at me as if I could get back at it. Branches would slap me in the face, and then snag my pack and yank me backward. I have fully realized that I am on a journey much like the campers and I am definitely not in control. I do know that God is working intricately in a powerful way to meet me in those weaknesses. I have been truly humbled to witness how much work he was able to do as I stumbled along acting as the ‘guide’.<br />
- Hannah GaryBeyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-33800104786852557902015-07-16T11:16:00.001-07:002015-07-16T13:40:58.107-07:00Surprises<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">When I came to Beyond, I expected that being a guide would be spiritually challenging yet refining, exhausting yet life-giving, and emotionally draining yet encouraging. I knew that I came to serve. What I didn’t expect was that I would actually be having fun as well. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Last week I headed out with my guide partner and campers to trek Long Pearkes. It was a grueling first two days. At times I felt like a slave driver as I kept telling the participants that we had to keep going even though they had blisters, tired legs, and were fed up with the branches slapping their faces. We got into camp later than planned and had less time than we wanted for planned spiritual content (Bible studies, quiet times, life stories, etc.). </span></div>
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<span class="s1">In the end, the situation turned out much better than I anticipated. For me, this had been a reoccurring theme associated with Beyond Malibu. God redeemed the situation and blew my mind with His sovereign goodness. The participants were overjoyed at the news of the route change; it meant less hiking and more time to be together and alone with God. This was the day that I started having fun as a mountain guide. I was able to be less task-oriented and more people-oriented. With the route change, our group now had more time to hear everyone’s life stories, pray, laugh, cry, and overall be present with each other in some of God’s most beautiful creation.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">In a few days I leave for my second trip as a guide. I’ll be okay if it’s not as enjoyable as my first trip. But I have a feeling that this whole guiding thing might really continue to be more fun than I imagined. Maybe that’s what God likes to do when we follow His lead into the unknown… surprise us. </span><br />
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-59689135350753137802015-07-08T09:48:00.003-07:002015-07-08T09:48:50.067-07:00A Prayer For Rain<div class="p1">
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<span class="s1"><span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>It has been a very dry season here at Beyond Malibu base camp. Our mountains have been basking in sunlight for a couple of months now… The sun is a radiant source, but now (as we move into our summer season of campers) we need rain! In the minds of modern people, rain is burdensome: soaking our clothes and acting as another element to our daily schedules. However, rain is a true blessing in the workings of our christian community. Rainfall promises plentiful supplies of water in the mountains for our guides and campers.</span></div>
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June 18, 2015 our guides left at 5am for their training endeavors. Six hours later, small rain drops fell from the sky. Praise the Lord! It was a mild drizzle, BUT it was a great reminder. A reminder that God PROVIDES. He is the source of life, for He made day and He made rain. He is faithful to us and our needs…Receiving rain the day the guides left encourages us to remember that it is not our timing that makes the world run, but HIS. When we feel doubt and anxiety, we need to surrender those encroaching feelings to Him, and PRAY. Palms up, eyes closed, and heart open, so that He may fill us with assurance and patience. In His perfect timing rain will sustain our community.</div>
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-26471317811891995732015-07-05T13:44:00.001-07:002015-07-05T13:52:19.231-07:00Shalom<div class="p1">
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uA3aeLN0woM/VZmW5PZ7iwI/AAAAAAAACQk/FiFIYaDbJxs/s1600/IMG_7848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uA3aeLN0woM/VZmW5PZ7iwI/AAAAAAAACQk/FiFIYaDbJxs/s400/IMG_7848.JPG" width="400" /></a><span class="s1">Over the past couple weeks, we at Beyond Malibu have been learning and understanding the importance and meaning of Shalom (a hebrew word). It can be defined as peace, completeness, prosperity, and welfare: universal peace and flourishing. I long for it everyday. I long for peace and completeness. Today, I longed to come to peace with the endless bug bites that dot my legs, feet, and arms. I so often find myself feeling sad because I cannot experience brief moments of shalom as often as I want…Amy, one of our mentors and friends here, says “feeling sad and longing for the things we know we need and want is one of the secrets to experiencing shalom. Feeling sad that shalom doesn’t exist everywhere is important to come to grips with. It is okay to feel sad.” IT IS OKAY TO FEEL SAD. Broken shalom is just one of the many consequences of sin. We are willing to try many different ways to find shalom. Some will go to drastic measures. More often than not, “we settle for cheap imitations of shalom, never really getting a glimpse or taste of what it really is.” However, shalom will come again. It exists and our God “loves it. He created it. It was His idea.” Since coming to Beyond, it has become easier for me to recognize God-given moments and blessings of shalom. </span></div>
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-67413176453670745972014-08-22T19:17:00.001-07:002014-08-22T19:17:37.932-07:00Another Blog on Stillness<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>God continues to surprise us with His incomprehensible love, the love we try to fit in a box and make sense of. He individually pursues us in various forms that often astounds us, sometimes with people and sometimes by putting us back in the places we thought we would never go again. Betsy Floyd was a Beyond participant in 2010. She decided to come back this summer to serve on base camp staff as assistant cook. Little did she know God's pursuit did not stop just at base camp but extended to the mountains as well. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At a recent bible study in basecamp, we
were asked to draw a picture that depicts our relationship with God. In the one
minute I was given for the task, a megaphone sounding off into a slightly “Dumboesque”
ear was pried from my subconscious. My explanation was that God was the ear and
I was the megaphone: loud and jarring, sending crazed, aperiodic sound waves
into space, hoping an ear was out there listening, no sense of peace or
stillness to be found. A few weeks before this drawing, I was summoned to join
a trip up JJ. At the end of the second day of hiking we dragged our sorry
selves to our campsite: the illustrious Sun City. Enclosed in the arms of the
surrounding mountains was a large granite area splitting an aquamarine glacier
pool in two. The sun was merely a willing aid, illuminating the gradient hues
of the pools and its reflection of the peaks. This is one of those sights where
I wondered how few people in this world get to see something as raw and
beautiful as Sun City. Shortly after arriving, I laid down for a nap, letting
the sun warm my chapped face. Obliterated from the hiking, the usual barrage of
my thoughts was absent. No pleading or demanding, no thanking, nothing. The
sun’s rays filtered gold through my eyelids as my body slowly relaxed and
melted into the rock. I began to feel that strange and tangible peace that
comes only from the submission to stillness. I perceive this state as a sacred
realm, intimate and of God. In this realm, God’s message is clear and
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my day-to-day life, I find that what I say and what is understood by others are
often two different things. Not a rare phenomenon by any means, but daily
experiences of not being heard slowly feed into a sense of desperation to feel
understood. This is why I talk <b><i>at</i></b> God so often. The beauty of being
still is that it often leads to a position of listening for God. As one
listens, the desperation begins to slip away. Sitting in stillness on that rock
at Sun City reminded me that only God can truly understand and respond to me in
the uniquely meaningful way my heart desires. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But first I need to stop talking
and be still. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is in this place, I will be open to that which I have been
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-54259565445921207712014-08-14T16:52:00.001-07:002014-08-14T17:03:35.593-07:00Diving into the Depths<div class="MsoNormal">
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is the opportunity to people watch. Not the kind of people watching you would
do at Disneyland or at the mall at Christmas time, but the opportunity to watch
people grow. This summer I was placed in a community of believers in all
different areas of their walk with Christ. Paige Kantor, one of the amazing
Pack Shack ladies, is one of those people I have been blessed to see grow in
her walk with the Lord as she experiences Him in the inlet this summer.</span></b></span></div>
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understand it is like trying to dive down into the depths of the Princess
Louisa inlet that leads to basecamp. I deeply desire to dive into the water,
touch the bottom, and come back up with a rock, proving that the bottom is
there and that I have the ability to grasp its depth. On the way down my ears
begin to hurt; the pressures of the water makes me feel like my brain might
explode. Eventually, I’ll run out of air. When I come up with the prized rock,
I won’t be afraid to show it off. The people close to me will see the proof
that I had the courage to dive down deep enough to find treasure, which is just
a small glimpse of what the bottom actually looks like. This treasure is a
flash of the miles and miles of ocean floor on this planet, yet we are easily
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love for us is incomprehensible. His love stretches on for eternity and <i>beyond
</i>what is imaginable. I cannot fathom the depth of it, yet I will continue to
dive down in hopes of catching a small glimpse of this Love. And after reaching
the bottom I may even be able to share the treasure of His love with a few
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I won’t be at Beyond forever, but God’s
love surrounds me everywhere I go. I am reminded of it as I look into the trees
and the mountains, which seem to go on forever. The waterfalls that rush down
the mountains in a peaceful consistent rhythm are reminiscent of God’s constant
love for us. The birds exemplify how God provides the wind we need to carry us
and the branches we need to find rest on. I enjoy how the sunshine beams down
warming our spirits and how the seals bask in creation. The bioluminescence is
yet another indication of God’s indescribable creativity and that He surprises
us with gifts we don’t deserve. I only have a few days left in the Princess
Louisa inlet, but a lifetime of exploring God’s creation. Thanks be to The
Lord, my Father in Heaven, for reminding me that I am loved deeply and that if
I trust Him, He will bring me to places of peace and reflection. He brings me
to places, like Beyond, that I never imagined to exist. Beyond Malibu is a small
glimpse of God’s love for me, a small treasure I will carry with me forever. It
has felt like a flash of time in which I’ve experienced the depths of His love
and the fluid movements of His Holy Spirit. In the end, I hope to have the
chance to share this experience with a few others, to describe what it has been
like to live in God’s presence. Maybe they too will be eager to experience it
themselves, and will desire to dive deep into the wonder of God and the
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Beyond Malibuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01788871797172828077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576145689249613326.post-44659208427706438142014-08-06T21:33:00.000-07:002014-08-06T21:33:17.130-07:00The Unsuspecting Follower<div class="MsoNormal">
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<o:p><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Forrest, a first year sea kayak guide, enjoys creating poems inspired by his time here at Beyond Malibu. His poem, "The Unsuspecting Follower", is a reflection from his time on the waters and in the mountains.</b></span></o:p><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The Unsuspecting Follower</span></u><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Through a dark broken world</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">That seems too evil, to be prone</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Not knowing who to trust</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We wander lost and alone.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Can we trust in ourselves</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">In our own strength and mind?</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The answer we must learn</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">So we leave to try and find.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We go beyond our own limits</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">To test ourselves there,</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">To a place that is wild,</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Undefiled, bursting with clean air</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">But we find ourselves lacking</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">In need of a Guide</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">And if we simply just ask</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We find a Guide at our side,</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">A Guide that has been there</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Every water, every mountain, every stream,</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">And with our Guide at our side</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The world is different than it would seem.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Yes the world is still broken</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">And we often lose our way</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">But our Guide is with us always</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Our path He helps stay</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">And we wonder why we never</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Noticed Him from the start.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sometimes we must go beyond</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">To find Him in our heart</span><u1:p></u1:p><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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