After an experiential first day, the second day was a little frustrating because it was all talk. It was all wonderful talk, mind you, and if you know me you know I love to gab about this way-of-Jesus stuff. But previous Solitons spoiled me and I was going bonkers to do, to feel, to draw and dance and sing. It felt odd that we didn’t have a single moment of music-wrapped art-worship.
Regina heads up worship at The Bridge and is one of my favorite worship leaders. But she was due with their second child any day, so it was touch-and-go whether she would even be there or not. Why didn’t they line up another worship leader? I don’t know. A couple neat things came from this lack though. …One is that it emphasized that this journey is more than darkness and candles and such — there are substantial theological shifts taking place. …The other is that I feel like I have copped out by going for my annual Soliton alt-worship fix; I get my drink and I’m mostly fine for another year. I need to get off my butt and start dreaming and engaging my own community.
So even though Day 2 was full of good conversation, I felt kind of bummed… until the San Jose contingent got back to the house and we started talking. Suddenly things began to click, as we dreamed together. I leaned over to Mike and said, “I have reached Soliton.”