Preaching at Windy City Comm Church

wcccauditI had a great time in Chicago recently. I got to speak at Windy City Community Church… a church I planted in 1987 and pastored for 16 years. It was so cool to renew old friendships. Thank you to Steve and Denise Story and everybody at WCCC for making me so welcome.  Great worship time… and a chile cookoff and volleyball tournament.  As the guys said during the skit @ church… “Sounds like a gas…”

windy-city-028Afterwards, I got to chat with people and sign books.  Very fun.  If you’re in Chicago, check out this church on the NW side. A great group of people doing phenomenal things for God.

Then, on Sunday afternoon, I joined a small group that’s been working through How to Keep Your Inner Mess from Trashing Your Outer World. A fun and funny group with lots of action and discussion. Hey, host a small group based on the book, invite me, and I just might show up!

Update: I will hopefully hear this week about a second book… more of an apologetics slant… and would appreciate your prayers.  Thanks.

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6 thoughts on “Preaching at Windy City Comm Church

  1. So glad you had a chance to “go back” Bill ~ what a blast.

    Speaking of the “Inner Mess,” I have to include here a description I just read out of a tremendously funny book on writing. The author was describing what happens to her each time she sits down to write, and before I knew it I was reading an eerily familiar description of “the shadowy zoo within.”

    “First there’s the vinegar-lipped Reader Lady, who says primly, ‘Well, that’s not very interesting, is it?’ And there’s the emaciated German male who writes these Orwellian memos detailing your thought crimes. And there are you parents, agonizing over you lack of loyalty and discretion; and there’s William Burroughs, dozing off or shooting up because he finds you as bold and articulate as a houseplant; and so on. And there are also the dogs: let’s not forget the dogs, the dogs in their pen who will surely hurtle and snarl their way out if you ever stop writing, because writing is, for some of us, the latch that keeps the door of the pen closed, keeps those crazy ravenous dogs contained.”

  2. And this is the obviously inadequate (and yet quite funny) ‘exercise’ she employs to deal with ‘the voices’:

    “Close your eyes and get quiet for a minute, until the chatter starts up. Then isolate one of the voices and imagine the person speaking as a mouse. Pick it up by the tail and drop it into a mason jar. Then isolate another voice, pick it up by the tail, drop it in the jar. And so on. Drop in any high-maintenance parental units, drop in any contractrs, lawyers, colleagues, children, anyone who is whining in your head. Then put the lid on, and watch all these mouse people clawing at the glass, jabbering away, trying to make you feel like *(bleep) because you won’t do what they want — won’t give them more money, won’t be more successful, won’t see them more often. Then imagine that there is a volume-control button on the bottle. Turn it all the way up for a minute, and listen to the stream of angry, neglected, guilt-mongering voices. Then turn it all the ways down and watch the frantic mice lunge at the glass, trying to get to you. Leave it down, and get back to your *(bleep) first draft. A writer friend of mine suggests opening the jar and shooting them all in the head. But I think he’s a little angry, and I’m sure nothing like this would ever occur to you.”

  3. Bill,
    Sorry I could not be there as I was flying back from Vegas to Des Moines (working here on a temp basis). I heard your sermon on WCCC’s website. It was great. It sounded like…home.

  4. Bill,
    It was an absolute blast to see you at WCCC. My wife looked at me after you were done preaching, and asked, “So when are we moving to Redding?”

    It was also a treat to see that WCCC is thriving. Great music and worship, terrific drama, and a chili cookoff. Pastor Steve and the leadership have helped sustain a dynamic, grace-centered urban church. Cool, right?

    Anyhow, it was good to see you. My stomach is recovering (you know what I mean).

    God Bless,
    Bob

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