I’m getting ready to leave my office on my last day of work at Penn. It feels a little odd, although that’s perhaps because I’m coming back tomorrow to clean up all the mess! I’m such a procrastinator that I can’t even quit on time.
11/11/2005
11/10/2005
a prayer
I was speaking to my co-worker/boss a few days ago about my grandfather, who was recently diagnosed with lung cancer and probably does not have long to live. She mentioned a prayer she had read from a Confederate soldier disabled in the Civil War that she thought I might find helpful. . . .
I asked God for strength, that I might achieve,
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do great things,
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy,
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men,
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life,
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for – but everything I had hoped for.
Almost, despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am, among all men, most richly blessed.
11/9/2005
Christmas deals
I realize, as I title this post, that I have been complaining that Christmas decorations/music/hype should not start immediately after Halloween. In fact, as I was eating lunch yesterday with my friend Kim at Pizza Rustica where they actually had Magic Hat #9 on tap, we were surrounded by Christmas songs. Of course, just as they were getting annoying (Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree), Hark the Herald Angels Sing came on, and who am I to complain when “Mild He lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die” is piping out through the sound system?
That’s my introduction to my suggestion that you might want to pick up a box of Andrew Peterson’s Christmas CDs for gifts for your friends and loved ones. When the CD Behold the Lamb of God came out last fall, I bought 10 copies–one for me and 9 to give away. I may do the same thing this year, since a box of 10 is only $85. Since I heard Behold the Lamb live in 2001, and have travelled to Nashville the past three years to hear it live again, it’s probably not necessary to tell you how highly I recommend the CD. But, if you are looking for a “Christmas” CD that you can listen to all year (and I do), and one that provides a(n)? historical context for the birth of Christ, please check this out.
Or, if you’d like to be on my Christmas list, you could just let me know that.
11/7/2005
doxology
An historical event last evening at my church . . . for the first time to the best of our knowledge, a sermon was preached in a foreign language and translated for the congregation. It was a beautiful testimony to the worldwide body of Christ, as we were exhorted and encouraged by someone who spoke powerfully, although in another tongue. I mentioned to the speaker and the translator later last night that hearing a sermon piece by piece as I waited for the translation allowed the content to soak in more deeply for me. Also, because the sermon was translated, they had to winnow it down to a much shorter version than their original, which meant that no words were wasted. I would not necessarily desire a translated sermon every week, but last night’s sermon, and the entire service was a taste of the life to come where every tribe, tongue, and nation will sing before the Lord.
I also had the thought as I was talking to some friends after the service that so often American pastors or workers go to preach to other nations and use translators (not that there’s anything wrong with that!), but what a privilege to have the nations come to us. And what a privilege to learn from our brothers.
And, yes, I did sing along with the doxology which was the benediction for the service.
10/31/2005
congrats
to my friend Jay and his new wife Monique. They were married on Saturday in St. Louis.
I think the first real conversation I had with Jay was after a Sunday lunch at the guys’ house, where my brother lived for three years during medical school and where I still attend a Bible study on Tuesday nights. Jay lived in the house during his med school years as well. We talked about infant baptism and the covenant on the front porch. We didn’t argue, just discussed. We recognized that we could be friends even if we disagreed.
(correct me if I’m wrong, Jay).
God’s richest blessings on the two of you as you begin your life together under Him.
10/12/2005
on a jet plane
life’s been a little crazy lately, but i’m going to leave the craziness behind for a bit and take a little 10 hour plane ride tomorrow. i highly recommend it.
i need to pack.
10/3/2005
i put over 1500 miles on my car
in one long weekend. I drove from Philly to Carlisle to visit my sister Abby, then straight down I-81 to Johnson City, Tennnessee to visit my brother Mike and his wife Robyn and their new little girl Molly. I split time with them and with my other brother Jon and his wife Emily in Asheville. I fit in an Andrew Peterson and Eric Peters concert on Friday night at the New City Cafe in Knoxville, and a trip to the Asheville Pizza and Brewing Company, where I kept Molly occupied so her parents could enjoy a movie. Here’s a picture Robyn snapped before we went inside:
It was exhausting–especially the drive home–but I wouldn’t have traded the time with the family!
9/19/2005
This is the way, walk in it
So, in the ten minutes before I leave for choir practice, I thought I’d write a quick announcement.
Life as I know it is shortly going to change. I’ve been working for the past (almost) seven years at Penn, where I also spent four years as an undergraduate. In some ways, this campus feels like home. I enjoy my job, I appreciate my colleagues, and I have grown professionally here.
Yet, I’m leaving. I announced to my office co-workers on Friday that I’ll be starting a new position at my church in November. The official title is Missions Coordinator, and I’ll be working closely with the Missions Pastor both in communicating with our workers overseas and educating the congregation about work going on in Philadelphia and around the world. (there are a few other pieces to the job description–but for now, that will do). It’s an exciting opportunity, a huge challenge, and a complete change from my current work.
That’s the brief version. I’ll write more when I don’t have choir practice to run to!
9/12/2005
Pasion!
So, Sharon and I decided on the following restaurant for next week. Here are our menu options:
(I don’t know what half of them are, but I think I’ll enjoy it nonetheless)
¡Pasion!
211 South 15th Street
215.875.9895
Appetizer
(choice of one)
Duo of Soups
Lobster Chupe – Lobster Soup with Corn, Potatoes,
Green Peas, and Hard Boiled Egg
&
Sopa de Calabaza – West Indian Squash, Queso Fresco,
Pepitas, and Austrian Pumpkin Seed Oil
Beef Ceviche
Beef Tenderloin, Seared and Thinly Sliced,
Lime Marinated, Green Papaya Escabeche Salad
Atún a lo Africano
African Adobo Spiced Tuna Tartare, Romaine Salad,
Caesar Dressing and Roasted Garlic Croutons
Entrée
(choice of one)
Salmón de Panela
Seared Panela Cured Salmon, Tamarindo-Coconut
Rice, Pineapple Butter Sauce
Brazilian Xinxim
Venezuelan Crab and Chicken Stew with Sea Scallops,
Lobster Essence, Mushrooms and Basil
Lomo de Puerco
Pork Loin, Jerk Marinated, Roasted and Thinly Sliced,
Spoonbread and Fire Roasted Salsa
Dessert
(choice of one)
Flan Cubano
Vanilla Baked Custard, Caramel Sauce
Arroz con Leche
Valencia and Canela Rice Pudding,
Banana Anglaise
PS Here’s another pic of my gorgeous new niece: 
9/9/2005
Restaurant Week Again

It’s almost time for Center City Restaurant week again. That means sometime from September 18 to 23, I get to try a fun downtown restaurant for a fairly reasonable price–$30 for 3 courses. Of course, looking at my schedule, I’m booked the 18th to the 21st already! I also have stashed away a very nice gift card to any of the Stephen Starr restaurants in Philly, all of which participate in the event. I’m thinking of trying Alma de Cuba.
9/7/2005
a new fitzpatrick
Exciting news from Tennessee! Last night at 7:35, my brother Michael and his wife Robyn became the proud parents of a new baby girl. Molly Regan (a good Irish name!) weighed in at 7 pounds, 9 oz and 20 1/4 inches. She’s healthy and beautiful.

Here she is exercising her lungs with her proud parents:

9/2/2005
notes from abroad
I spoke as part of the short term on Sunday at a luncheon at Tenth. Here are some notes I wrote up from that talk. I’ve edited it for content on a public website, so sorry if areas are vague.
Last year, I was able to go on Tenth’s Journey of Grace to the Middle East with nearly fifty other members of Tenth. During that trip, I saw and learned so much about the nation we visited, I was able to meet and get to know believers, and I knew I wanted to return. But, I wasn’t really sure what to do with all of those things. I did know a few things: I knew that Tenth had made a commitment to focus on that area. I knew that we were part of a group of churches who are partnering with the American workers and the national believers, believing that we can accomplish more together than we can separately. I also knew that relationships were key to the partnership.
In many ways, the JOG prepared the way for this year’s trip. It allowed our brothers and sisters to know that we at Tenth cared for them, that we wanted to be with them, that we loved them. Relationships were developed during last year’s trip that helped make this year’s trip a “success.â€
But, this year’s trip was also vastly different in scope and intent. Our team of fourteen learned a great deal and we are compelled to share what we have learned with Tenth. The team has a term that we became quite familiar with—greeting well. Greeting well was our assignment for this trip. Greeting well involved honoring the culture we entered, observing, listening, spending time, asking questions, but avoiding assumptions, coming into a completely different culture while recognizing our own American-ness. Before we can “do†anything, we have to enter into to a culture and greet the people well. We were really learning a new (for us) approach to missions.
So, going in, we didn’t know what to expect. We weren’t sure what the next day would hold. But, we asked God to help us, to teach us, to give us grace.
How did he answer our prayers? What did he teach us?
He used his Holy Spirit in our lives to change us, to open our eyes, to draw us to Christ. I am using a broad category to encompass what he did—He humbled us.
We were humbled:
 By our mistakes and misinterpretations within the culture. We didn’t always greet well, we were very American at times, and things went completely over our heads at other times. But, God was gracious and allowed us to learn from mistakes (our own and each other’s), so that perhaps by the end of the trip, we were making fewer.
 By learning our great need for grace. We learned that when we tried to make things happen (conversations, interactions), we were often unsuccessful. We had to learn to rely on God’s grace and to know that a good conversation was no more a result of our ability than a bad conversation a result of our inability.
 By our study of the Word. Each day, and sometimes twice a day, we were led to the Scriptures to learn about humility, life in community, grace. This allowed us the proper framework for our daily activities, and gave us immediate application as we went out into the streets.
 By the worship services, where we were conscious of the presence of the Holy Spirit as we worshipped with a multi-ethnic, multi-national church.
 By the faith of our brothers and sisters. We shared meals, nights out, sightseeing, etc with different members of the church and we were encouraged by them. Seeing them hold so tightly to their faith spurred us on in our own faith.
 By the attitudes of the American workers we spent time with. We saw them serving in a very behind the scenes way, putting others first, building relationships, confessing sin, asking for forgiveness. This humility guided us as we then interacted with each other and the people we met.
 By being part of the team. We saw God’s grace as we interacted with each other—we faced some major challenges from the start of our trip, but God used them to draw us to Him and to each other. It was encouraging for me to see the members of the team seek out ways to serve each other, to really keep an eye out for the other team members. We were given a glimpse of real life in the body of Christ.
 By the overwhelming hospitality and friendship of strangers. Certainly we want to be careful not to idolize a culture and to recognize that every culture is fallen, but we were taught by non-Christian strangers how to live hospitably in a more Biblical fashion, as they welcomed us into their homes, lives, and businesses. In coming back to the US, many of us are still wrestling with how to better integrate hospitality into our lives in Philadelphia, as well as how to deepen relationships we already have.
 By recognizing the importance of community and family. We tend to live individualistic lives as American Christians, seeing relationships on a 1 to 1 basis, rather than in the context of community. We could see the potential for Christianity, with the basis of community already in place. We know that we are called to live in community, so it was humbling to see others who do not know the Lord doing this well. But, we also recognized the difficulty that such a community-oriented culture could be for those who turn to the Lord and might be forced to leave that community. We could see the importance then of a strong Christian community for the believers, and also gained an understanding of how our relationship with them could encourage them that they remain part of the community of God.
What are some of the results of this “humbling�
1.We see less of ourselves. We see more of others, and more of Christ.
2.We are put in a receiving position: learning from others, receiving hospitality, instruction, friendship, and a taste of the Lord’s work.
3. We are given a new perspective on the work of the kingdom as a partnership.
4. God is better able to work in our hearts. To let us see new pathways for service, either right where he has already placed us or where he might be moving us.
5. We want to maintain that attitude of humility as we work with the church there. We want to submit to our brothers in the Lord, so that we can grow and be a part of the Lord’s work.
8/30/2005
The Far Country
Today is the release date for Andrew Peterson’s newest album The Far Country. I am hoping that my copies are waiting for me at home when I get there today. He wrote a few thoughts on the release. You can read lyrics and listen to clips here. Take my word for it, you want this album. And, if I have to buy you a copy to prove it, so be it. Buy your own here.
After a week of dealing with sickness and much mental and spiritual wrestling, it is good to be at peace. My blog has been neglected, perhaps because so much is happening in my life. I will try to unfold some of that over the next days and weeks.
8/8/2005
a sign?
Is it a sign of things to come that I am thinking about selling my October U2 tickets so that I can go back to the Middle East? I think Bono would prefer that.
7/29/2005
pictures
I tried to give some commentary, so you can follow along on the journey.
I’m having some difficulty readjusting to life here–America feels lonely to me.
7/27/2005
learning
I sent this email this morning to friends and family . . .
I’m at work, so trying to catch up on emails and a fairly heavy workload,
but I wanted to try to express in a small way how God answered the prayers
of you who were back here praying. His answers were in no way small. In
fact, they are above any expectations I (or anyone else on the team)
had. Our team of 14 truly functioned as a community. We had our devotions
from Colossians 3 and Philippians, and the Word became real as we lived out
our lives together. We learned together a great appreciation and respect
for the culture, and we are all changed. We learned that God is
doing an amazing work in that land and that the potential for the gospel
there is far above what we imagined. And, if others on the team are
anything like me, they are going through some serious withdrawal symptoms
right now (both from the place we visited and from each other).
I am still processing much of what happened, and it may be a little soon to
say, but I do think that some changes will be coming in my life. It was a
week of intense experiences and conversations, especially regarding the
relationship we as Christians in Philadelphia have with the work there and how that
can be built up. I think one of the biggest things we learned was what it
means to be in relationship, what it means to be part of the body of
Christ. We need the body of Christ, whether the members are in the US or
elsewhere. We need to learn from them, to be willing to put aside our own
agenda. I think we began that process on this trip, but we are now facing
the challenge of continuing it.
sorry . .
I realized that half my entry was cut off only after I arrived back in the states. The story gets better, I promise!
I will try to write some more entries as the week goes on, but today is catch up day.
7/22/2005
from abroad
(pardon spelling and punctuation errors–the keyboard is a bit unfamiliar)
My little team is taking a break from the hot sun. we have had an exhausting, excitıng, overwhelming week so far. we knew things were too easy when Philadelphia security let us through in no time flat. in fact ( not to worry you about security risks) i did get through the passport check carrying mark heid’s ticket. our plane was a bit lae out of philly which meant that we arrived in paris with a tiny bit of time to make our connection. we took a bus to a terminal and then to another terminal, and if you’ve ever been to that airport, i recommend planning a long connection time. we missed the flight and stood in the transfer line for two hours. we were booked onto the next flight which meant another 7 hours in the airport. we had vouchers for lunch, and the time we had as a team was, ın retrospect, essential to the rest of our trip. Ari, Kristi, Tim, Maria, and I played a three hour game of spades. neverendıng! just having to hang out with each other during that time prepared us to spend time as a team. The flight was smooth and all was well until we lined up to get visas and Linda couldn’t find her passport. Everything was searched, but nothing was found. Jonathan and I stayed behind with her, while the team went ahead to meet up wıth John, who had brought Brian P. with him. After some time, they headed for the hotel, when it was clear that Linda would not be joining the rest that night. We understood she would have to go back to Paris and perhaps back to the US if the passport was not found. JOnathan eventually sent me on to the hotel, and Maria was asked to go to Paris with Linda if that were necessary. It was. So, for the first three days, our team was really in a state of some upheaval, yet God showed us more of himself then we would have known otherwise. Team members came together and dealt with problems, helped each other out ın amazing ways (you should hear the tales from Paris!), and began to adjust to our new situation. Linada and Maria got back on Monday night thankfully!
I don’t have time to tell all (or even most) of the tales today, but one of my highlights was my team of Amber, George, and Chrıs L. spending a whole afternoon with a family at their carpet shop. We ran into one brother on the street, began asking him questions about carpets, and he asked us to come see his brother a ways away. I probably won’t write again from here, but wanted to touch base.
7/14/2005
off to turkey
tomorrow at 7:25pm, i take off for a long trip again. the trip has come up so quickly that i can hardly believe it. i may get a chance to post something from there, but no promises. we’ve been told that we will be pretty busy the whole time.
7/5/2005
What a great weekend!
Friday evening, I spent time with my mom, dad, and sister in Carlisle. Abby recently moved into a new place with her friend, and has redecorated her room and bathroom with such artistic flair that I can’t believe we’re related. It was fun to get to stay overnight with her and catch up a bit. I also found a great pair of shoes to wear to the wedding I attended the next day. Mine are the pink, flowered heels in this pic: ![]()
Saturday. Since I was missing the Live8 Concert back home in Philly, I better have had a good excuse. I did. I got up early, had a leisurely breakfast with Abs at Panera, and hopped on 81 south to go to Charlottesville, VA. I love driving through the Shenendoah Valley—it’s really one of the most beautiful drives around. And with surprisingly little traffic, I was in C-ville in 3 and a half hours. I was there to attend the wedding of Sarah and Brandon. I first met Sarah nearly four years ago at an Andrew Peterson Christmas show in Lynchburg, VA. We’ve stayed in touch and it was wonderful to get to see her and Brandon begin their new life together. I will post some pictures on my picture site soon.
I ran a few errands, and waited for Dawn and Katey to arrive from North Carolina. They took a detour to Monticello, but found it harder to spot than expected. However, we did get this lovely picture of the three of us there after we changed for the wedding.
We had a fun time, seeing friends from the internet (gasp!) and celebrating!
Up very early the next morning, I left Dawn and Katey and drove back to Philly. Again, no traffic at all, so a relatively quick trip. As you may have read, my car stereo was stolen a while ago and I decided to sing on my own. I was surprised by how many hymns I remembered! All four verses of some—five of Come Ye Sinners. It was a good way to pass the time Sunday morning, especially since I missed the morning service. I got to church at 10:30, in time for the beginning of our 5-6 hours meeting for our trip abroad. One of the workers over there is in the States for a while and spent the day with us, giving us a better sense of what we’ll be doing there. It made the whole trip very real—almost felt like we were on our way. And, in fact, it won’t be long now. We leave next Friday! After our meeting, we went upstairs to grab some leftover cheesesteaks, then headed to La Columbe for some coffee and more hang time (we’re getting good at this spending time together thing!). We stopped back at the park to sit for a few minutes, where I snapped the end of my roll of film from the wedding.
After evening service, I returned my friend Joyce’s cat carrier to her. She is my ever gracious friend, who lets me borrow the carrier on the rare occasion I actually take my cat to the vet! Then, a bunch of us the wandered the streets searching for sustenance. Actually, three of us got ice cream, and everyone else real food, and we reconvened in a circle at Rittenhouse Square. The night was gorgeous, and we just sat and chatted til about 10:15.
Monday, the fourth of July, was my All-American day. Seriously, it was the real deal. Sarah and I joined a bunch of friends for a BBQ at the guy’s house in Germantown, where we ate, and talked, and tossed football, and played street wiffle ball off their front porch. Classic. Then, we caravanned (is that a word?) over to another friend’s house, where we played about six volleyball games before jumping into the pool to cool off. Ate a quick dinner and rushed (seriously—we were like a secret service caravan of cars speeding through the suburbs to catch our train into the city) to the station. We made it to the Parkway by the Art Museum in time to catch the end of the parade (it was ok). At 8:30 the Celebrate Freedom concert began with Bryan Adams. He was followed by Rufus Wainwright, Patti LaBelle, and finally Elton John, who sang the longest version of Rocketman ever. Seriously, he ended the song four times. In general the concert was so-so, but the fun was being there with so many other people. We had fifteen in our group, but we added about 8-10 more throughout the night. Fireworks finally went off at 11pm and were a nice display—I’ve never been that close to the display at the Art Museum—usually I see if from the highway on my way home! We joined the hordes leaving the area, and got to the train station in time to get our train back. We didn’t have to pay either way—the train was too jammed for the conductors to get around. Sarah and I got home at about 12:45—a long day, but so enjoyable. Food, sports, friends, music, fireworks—a great 4th!
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