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Matt Rhyne’s Legacy

Watching the vids Travis Kessler posted while weeping… in this spot  (click link to jump to specific time), Levi Landis was shared our goodbyes to Matt. Then Matt shared his goodbyes with us before moving to Lake Placid.

I missed this night in person. I was away at college by then in the days before Friendster, MySpace, Facebook, and few of us has AIM/ICQ or email. I missed out in person on much of 4th Street years. I’m experiencing Matt’s goodbye for the first time… and a very fitting one.

Our motto was Mars Hill… where you are accepted. Matt taught us how to accept each other as Jesus did. My earliest memory of him was on the first night that I played on the worship team. My fragile heart at that point was terrified that my mandolin didn’t fit in with this crazy ensemble. I’d never played outside of school orchestra. Matt picked out what I added and gave me a look with the thumbs up. I felt him saying that I was accepted, wanted. It was a rare mature fatherly thing for him to do. I was not out of place, I fit right in.

It may be hard to accept all the rough times life has brought… but just 2 months ago I had a rare opportunity to visit with Matt. I just got to enjoy being with him. I saw how proud he was of what those there that day have become.

The song Matt played for us that night “I am accepted by the one who matters most” – speaks volumes to me about Matt right now. He is completely loved, accepted, and now free from the trials of life. He gets to see what an impact that he has left with us.

Many of us found God’s acceptance and love by hanging around Matt. To see so many of us still willing to go to great lengths for each other despite years and distance is a testament to the family and fellowship that we became then and continue in now.

I keep hearing “Let my songs ascend” and “Banqueting Table” (in Levi’s voice of course) on repeat in my head today.

Because Matt was willing to accept so many and so much, it made a way for us. Just look at our lives. Matt, and more importantly Jesus, is proud of us. The banner over us is love.

Let my songs ascend to Thy holy place oh Lord
Let them bring forth great joy on Thy warm tender face oh God
And may the words that I sing just be the fruit of the things
That you have truly worked into my life
Let my songs ascend to Thy holy place oh Lord

For I am my Beloved’s and He is mine
He brought me to His banqueting table and His banner over me is love, sweet love.
His banner over me, His banner over you, His banner over us, is love love love
We can feel the love of God in this place
We believe your goodness
We receive your grace
We delight ourselves at your table oh God
You do all things well
Just look at our lives

I’ve got the nature

We all were grew to accept each other with the Father’s love.  We broke dividing walls.  We lived in one accord, as family.  We still do.


Bring Your Everything

Just 2.5 weeks before WHO Koinonia Spring 2015 began, we lost our third consecutive baby. Still in our grieving phase, it was time to begin preparing for the Koinonia event. I knew because of the state we were in how very important preparation would be.

Preparing My Marriage

Going into a long weekend takes some thinking ahead.  Matt is an introvert.  He recharges in quiet alone time, then brings his energy into gatherings. As a truck driver with the same daily route, I also know he needs his sleep (at least 7 hours) to be safe on the roads.  I have learned to guard his time and obligations before and after such gatherings, and also to clearly communicate as much of what I know may or will happen.  He knows if he’s hit his limits without the recharge time to just tell me. With all that in mind, a bag of snacks, and a hug – we’re set.

It’s taken us a few years to get this far, but he is able to step in and handle all the same things that I do for the live broadcast portion.  It has not always been easy to communicate details with him, like how to move the camera smoothly, what shots I want to send, or other details. For me, it’s like teaching someone how to drive a car… a task that just happens in my head without much thinking… but carries such an importance to do correctly nearly all the time.  For him, it’s like handing him a guitar with no musical background and saying – here… lead us.  It takes time to get the hang of it all combined.  But – he has endured and even taken his own interest in what I do.  He can handle the same things I do, and can communicate that vision and direction to others as needed or float between tasks.  I am so very thankful to have him at my side through every area of life.  I’d never be able to handle this all otherwise.  We are one.

Preparing the Tech

Details with the tech needed to be sorted out. Wires were a mess, ideas for how to combine video & scripture on the screen needed organized and implemented, and testing for bringing someone in remotely over our livestream needed to be tested.

Can I tell you how thankful I am to have the support and help of the a/v crew?  I shared the goals, helped a little, crawled home late one night in exhaustion, and woke up to a message saying that not only had they done what I asked but also added in a way for camera operators to see what video was live at the time.  That’s an added gift right there.  My mind works sequential in some areas. All things related to a/v, I approach linearly.  I ask for this thing, then the next…. and can only really prepare for one thing at a time.  And suddenly – most of the requests were done.

a/v crew teamwork

Travis and Matt F made this happen, and I am so thankful for our team’s heart, growth, and unified vision.   It is a fun learning process. I’ve known these guys since I think before any of us could drive.  I drifted away from them while away at college… the wonders of life before Facebook and cell phones.  But, for the past month we’ve been closer than ever as we each play a part to get ready for this past even.  We are learning each other’s rhythm again.

I am reminded at how we were in our youth.  Dumb little things come up – but we move on.  I was lacking all grace on a few instances around them both.  I kept tripping over my own flip flops while standing on the sanctuary floor.  Really by now I should be capable of walking… but no…. right in front of others for absolutely no good reason… I trip.  eh – whatever.  Then in worship, I come bounding up the stairs to the booth in a hurry.  My last step sounded like –  an elephant.  I heard my lack of grace.  It didn’t matter… I wasn’t taking it as a personal thing laughing at my weight or grace.  I was hurrying, taking steps 2 at a time.  So what if I am foolish around these guys?  They have been like brothers to me in our youth, and again now.  I was a goof… they laugh… it’s fine.  That same freedom carried me on through the weekend as I let go and worshipped.  That same zeal and enthusiasm… the highest highs and lowest lows… that was our every Sunday night at Mars Hill.  Let the good of that era come out in my daily life today.

Then there was the time I mishandled something on Saturday.  It started out so insignificantly – but had bigger consequences.  I had to humble myself, and quickly handle matters because I will not let anything negatively and permanently impact what is happening now.  In retrospect, I failed to communicate vision.  I communicated how-to’s, but not the further details about culture, timing, and more.  I am learning… and I thought I was just quickly sharing details in my head before I forgot them (it was a busy weekend).  In hindsight, it came of all wrong and I had to make matters right during our gathering.  I am thankful that we’ve moved on and to have learned through that experience.

I am so thankful too for the work that Wes and Brian did with the cameras on fairly short notice.  For that, we had a person able to get shots and angles that wouldn’t be possible without an operator.  And I am thankful for the ongoing steadfast always prepared ways that Lamar and Trayer handle their areas.

Preparing the Garden

The garden was also on the list to prepare.  Spring is here, and some tasks simply cannot wait.  Just a week after WHOKoinona, we will be working on getting woodchips into the garden.  The forecast, energy, and schedule aren’t in our favor after such an event, so planning ahead matters.  We aspire to grow as much of our own food here on our property.  It’s a commitment that takes work.  We incur an initial expense and a lot of labor.  But the reward is homegrown organic fruits and veggies.

Some things are planted with an expectation that I’ll reap a reward in less than 2 months (like lettuce – such a staple food) but other things are going to take years to get a good harvest, like my mini-orchard of apples.  Anything that comes in now from those trees will be too sour to enjoy.   There are things that I planted last season that will be ready this harvest – like onions.  They grow through the winter – who knew?  Also making progress are last  year’s potatoes and strawberries.


potato seedlings
potato seedlings


For the berries and fruit trees – that’s a whole lot of digging.  The best time to plant fruit trees is said to be 10 years ago, but the next best time is now… not next year.  The sooner fruit can be planted, the sooner the harvest can happen.  It matters when these things take years to happen.

Peach blossoms
Peach blossoms
Elderberry bush



For the veggie garden, preparation looks a bit different.  Before any harvest can happen, a season of growth must take place during the heat of summer.  Before the growth is the covering (we put in woodchips to retain moisture and deliver vital nutrients to the plants that we benefit from when we eat them).

Before the covering is the burning.  We had vines from last season still lingering.  While last year was a great harvest, that is now in the past and not useful for this coming season.

burning brush
burning brush

Before the burning was the rearranging.  We shouldn’t plant precisely in the same exact location.  Shuffling the pallet trellis even a few inches will help the old soil rest and be restored while the new soil brings forth life.

pallet trellis
pallet trellis

Before the trellises could be moved, we had to weed.  Thanks to woodchip gardening, this was not terribly difficult.  Because of this groundcovering, the soil beneath is black, rich with earthworms, and the covering keeps the weeds away.  Only areas that didn’t  have much covering were full of these weeds and the lawn was trying to encroach again.  So – the soil is ready, the pallets are ready, the seedlings started months ago under grow lights are ready… it’s just about time.

tomato seedlings
tomato seedlings


Do you see Him in this?  Some things we planted and forgot about in previous seasons come to harvest now.  Some things we must learn to wait for the good fruit.  Some things take a lot of thinking ahead to get things to work right.  Some things are planted and harvested at different times and harvest can be staggered out.  Having some cover will help keep the junk away.  Shuffling where we sow matters to get a healthy crop.

Preparing Our Home

In a very practical sense, I wanted every detail at home to be prepared before the event consumed my every moment.  I do this not because I had anyone coming to impress, but because I was thinking about the rest we would need later.

I don’t rest well when the laundry is piled high and Matt’s work clothes are still dirty on Sunday evening.  I don’t enjoy my kitchen with the scent of dirty dishes that are 4 days old.  I don’t like walking across my kitchen floor feeling the crumbs from an epic baking marathon (to feed the a/v crew some moderately healthy snacks) and wondering if the ants will return to help clean.

I hustled on Thursday to get the home ready.  On Sunday, after the final details of the yard were done and ready, we came inside, cleaned ourselves up, and collapsed.

Preparing for Friday Night

As this team builds, no longer do Matt and I have to do everything.  We can be free to have one session off together.  This was a rare treat.

I came in to Friday knowing that the experience I would have would to some extent be determined by what I would make of it.  If I came expecting to need a warm up before breaking free in worship, I would miss my chance.  I only had coverage for Friday night, not for Saturday.  I wanted to run things on Saturday night as well.

WHOKoinonia Spring 2015 Friday Night
WHOKoinonia Spring 2015 Friday Night

I worshipped with all my might that night.  I didn’t care if anyone else was… I just needed to release a lot of things by dancing before Him alone.  It’s been years since that was normal for me.  It used to be how most Sunday mornings were at World Harvest Outreach, or how every Sunday night at Mars Hill was personally and for others.  I had told another to not worry about however God wanted to be revealed through him and to be free to just worship with his everything.  I then realized… that was for me too.  It’s been a season of calling forth the youthful past in what I listen to, in picking up my instruments again, and in how I show up during a worship gathering.  It matters little how others see me, and more how much I give of myself to Him in that time.  So – I danced… I grieved… I was hugged and held… I faceplanted the carpet. I was all in.. and so glad that I gave Him my all.  That must be a current and ongoing revelation.  I must also keep that younger me alive and awake.

So I came into Friday with every preparation I could make done… and brought my heart.  I brought everything in me into that moment.  I say this not to make a scene of myself.  I say this because it took me a lot of work to come prepared.  Today, my body aches in places where my daughter was resting just a few weeks ago.  I am still in the healing process and I had every opportunity to just not go all in for this past weekend.  But – I needed to stand up and reveal what’s been inside all along.  I brought my everything. I will continue daily to bring it all.  Stay sensitive before Him and let what He has in you out for all to experience.  We need you to bring your everything.

His Heart Our Goal, Together We Yield

His Heart, Our Goal, Together We Yield to Him

Have you ever felt left out?  Not part of the cool kids?  Forgotten or overlooked?  I’ve been there.  It wasn’t intentional, but I wasn’t on the radar of those that I wanted to have include me into their lives.

At what point do I need to put myself on their radar, and at what point is it just careless of the other to not even notice that I’m standing right here in front of them?

I grow weary and frustrated, unsure if I should take action or continue lurking in the spotlight waiting for their attention to shift to me.  It is terribly awkward and exhausting to mentally analyze this social dynamics trainwreck happening.

Suddenly everything changes.  It is a mutual shift.  I overcome my fears and awkwardness of being noticed, and their heart shifts to seeing more.

This is what happened for me, and what I have observed in the weeks following WHO Koinonia.

I’ve been touched to watch people who were previously unknown step forward just enough to say “here I am” as the body responds “we see you, we know you”.  It reminds me greatly of a song by Bellarive entitled “I know you”:

It is freeing to be in a group of believers that can see our deepest and truest identity with all our fears, failures, and insecurities laid bare and to know that through it all we, I, am loved, wanted, sought out, appreciated, and honored.  This fuels me to see and treat others in kind.

Several weeks have passed, and the temptation to return to our old nature is still very real. We can so easily slip back into the habit believing we are left out yet again.  We stop sharing our insecurities and accept that we aren’t noticed, or worse yet, we start overlooking each other.  Resist this old way.  Notice where that creeps back in.

We stand tall,
for we are daughters,
we are sons.

We bear the mark of our Creator.
Step straight in to this love.
I feel your heartbeat thump,
I just want to stay here, here where I belong.

Welcome home!
An invitation to a place my soul has known throughout the ages.
Here you alone
Are calling for all of me to take you in.


Hungry, Busy, Paralyzed, Dejected, Surrendered, Complete

Hungry: There have people among us that are so hungry for fellowship from years of being merely an observer rather than an active part of the body that they are ready to dive in full force and show up at everything they are invited to.  This is great.  Involve them.  While they are catching up, be mindful to build lasting relationships.

Busy: There are others who are so full, so busy, that while they want to be at every single possible thing… they need some time to rest.  They are neither overlooking members of the body nor obligated to always be present.  We want them in our midst, but we hold no judgements and apply no pressure about their availability.  Come and go as you can.

Paralyzed: A few have quietly shared that they have nothing to contribute after such a weekend.  They feel as though they should have something profound to share or bad that they haven’t.  The truth here is, you contribute you.  It isn’t words written, songs sung. What we need is your presence with us, no matter the distance. We hold only the expectation that we can experience who God has called you to be.  Nothing more, nothing less.

Dejected: Some other people have felt so neglected and overlooked that they have given up on this local body and sought out other places.  For them, my heart aches.  I was inches from falling off that cliff myself.  Wrongs of the past on either end must be let go and healing must begin.  I want to call them all home.  Yet – maybe they have moved on permanently and are well-fit elsewhere.  This is okay in it’s truest form, but not acceptable to let the past wounds go unhealed.  For those that have not moved on and haven’t found any other group to be in close communion with… it’s time to come out again.

Surrendered: For others, they are so drawn to the family that they are making every opportunity to be together.  They are learning the nuances of administrative organization. To be a true administrator means coordinating events that benefit all, hearing all inputs, and making the best choices.  At times, people may feel that their ideas or contributions are overlooked. That’s hard.  At other times, too many voices just make a bit of a mess of things.  The goal is to make things work for one common good, with no one feeling left out.  To get there, individuals must surrender their will.  We move as one body.  It is beautiful to watch this happen.


Complete: Finally, the global church body and people that will come to know Jesus – they have been left out for so long on what living in a state of koinonia actually means.  We spread this culture as we go and grow. We work together toward the completion of His body.


His Heart, Our Goal, Together We Yield to Him

In this place of truly seeing one another, loving one another, and doing family together, we have just one goal in mind.  We seek His heart.  We learn to yield to one another, to regard each other, and to be sure no one is left out.  We let go of our agendas and embrace His agenda.

I’ll leave you with one more song by Bellarive.  It’s entitled “The Father’s Heart”.  To me, this is a reminder.  We are one big family, one body… and I want everyone joined together in a common union – in communion – with Him. This is koinonia, this is family.

Like a child running wild straight into His arms, we will never be let go. Feel and dance to the rhythm of our Father’s heartbeat.

Whether you feel a part of the group or not is entirely your choice. No longer do we wait for others to make us feel accepted. We receive the invitation to bring all of who we are and be present in the moment. We start by accepting the identity of God in us, and by honoring that in each other.

You decide which experience you will have.

Will you wait to find your acceptance among others, or will you begin by accepting who you are (not just what you can do) and accepting others?

For years I hid in plain sight. I was waiting for others to accept me, want me… seek me out. I wanted to feel accepted… but all along I was hiding from people seeing and knowing what was underneath what I portrayed. I didn’t find acceptance in the way I sought it.

Instead… I chose to start accepting who God says I am, and accepting others into my space. I started accepting and seeking out others… and I’m changed to all else.

You are not the victim to your circumstances. You can make the change. You decide.

WHO Koinonia: Mars Hill, Klemmer, and Adulthood

Leading up to WHO Koinonia:

Preparations for WHO Koinonia were underway months before the event happened.  Hours of research, consulting experienced friends,  and setup went into making sure this monumental gathering had the biggest reach possible.   Yet days before, I was questioning if I would even be able to make it.

Following our second miscarriage and a lot of doctor appointments, my time had come for surgery to remove the septum (extra wall) in my uterus.  This was just a month before our Koinonia event, with a mountain of logistics to still sort out in preparation.  I managed to catch a cold just days before the surgery and felt better the day of, but in the days after that I had to just rest… a cough settled into my lungs.  Coughing so much junk out only exasperated my lungs, and the parts that were healing.  When the junk finally left, I was still battling a tightness just between my lungs and my throat that would not release.  Finally I went to see a doctor about it.

At the same time I was headed to the doctor, Matt was getting help from Les (a father we adopted) to fix the ongoing plumbing saga.  I was quite happy to leave the guys and go to the doctor myself because the house issues really needed to be resolved quickly.  In the moment of need, someone was there and ready to help.

The doctor sent me home with a strong mix of meds, and an order to get an x-ray stat to check for pneumonia.  Thankfully, I didn’t have pneumonia but the situation remained serious.  And, Koinonia was just days away. And all of the new gear was needing attention. And, all of the social media needed attention to keep the momentum growing and people connecting.  And, my house needed to be cleaned. And we needed the staple groceries. And I have a backlog of clients needing me to start their projects…. AND AND AND!

The day before the event I spent a full twelve hours sorting out why the video resolution looked squished and getting the computer we need for the broadcast set up.  I found a way to fix the problem most of the way, but the last few steps simply wouldn’t go away.  The top 10% of the video was looping back around to the bottom of the screen and nothing was working.  I gave up. I went home to sleep.  Then, I came in Friday morning and it just worked.  I don’t know what God was doing while I slept – but clearly things finally worked. YAY!

WHO Koinonia 2014

Koinonia defined:

Koinonia: fellowship, association, community, communion, joint participation, intercourse

  1. the share which one has in anything, participation
  2. intercourse, fellowship, intimacy
    1. the right hand as a sign and pledge of fellowship (in fulfilling the apostolic office)
  3. a gift jointly contributed, a collection, a contribution, as exhibiting an embodiment and proof of fellowship

They were continually devoting themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship (koinonia), to the breaking of bread and to prayer. ~Acts 2:42

During WHO Koinonia:

Throughout the weekend, I was constantly amazed at how each person played their part.  The weekend gathering was not about anyone else creating the program, but each person having an opportunity to do exactly what God had called them to do in that moment.  If they were to share a word, the didn’t hold back.  Singers that often are more bashful were leading out with all of their breath.  Dancers were uninhibited.  People shared words with each other.  Everyone was valued and had a choice to step in and share with each other all of who they are.

Where had I last experienced this?  Oh – right… as a teenager at Mars Hill.

Mars Hill: Where You Are Accepted

Mars Hill:

Mars Hill – something that forever changed the lives of those involved.  Mars Hill is how I got to World Harvest Outreach.  I was on the worship team and we were invited to lead worship while WHO met in a small room at Shalom Christian Academy.  I came in with my mandolin and violin, only to realize that I was a week early, but realized this group was home and came back ever since.


Mars Hill was a youth ministry comprised of the kids that didn’t fit in elsewhere.  We were the punks before punk was cool. Many were kids that wouldn’t step foot in a church or weren’t fitting in with the youth groups that their church offered.

“Mars Hill: Where You Are Accepted”

Our motto was “Mars Hill: Where You Are Accepted”.  Truly it fit our group.  People that visited knew that they were welcome to join in this crazy ADHD-led madness and that they mattered.

The name Mars Hill comes from Acts 17.  Paul went to a place named Mars Hill to share about Jesus.  This location is where people went to honor gods, including one shrine to an unknown God.  Paul couldn’t help but say – let me tell you about this unknown God.  Mars Hill in the late 90s in Chambersburg was a place that youth came and learned about the unknown God.

Our normal schedule was large-group Sunday where worship blew us away and a short message often involved a lot of interaction.  Thursdays was Bible Study and/or small groups, and Friday’s we often had a show.  Bands from all around would come to play.  The Christian music scene was thriving, and we hosted bands that are still huge today. At any point, if people felt led by the Lord they would share what they have.  We took communion with water from the fountain on the square, prayed for each other as soon as the need arose, and most often practiced the singing of psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs to one another.

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When we weren’t at organized events, we would still always be together.  After spending hours and hours together, we couldn’t get enough of each other.  We’d go to the Yeager’s for midnight milkshakes and ziplining, camp with Geoff, visit other venues for their shows (The Cave, Cafe Beracah, and Javacasa were common.)  Not everyone always gelled together, but it wasn’t a dividing factor among the group.  We were a huge family.  We helped each other with whatever we could.  We lived in a state of koinonia for several years.  His banner over us, is love love love…..(a rare recording of us from that season)



Then, we grew up… we drifted.  We went off to college, moved out of this town, decided Jesus wasn’t our priority, questioned our faith, joined in with other fellowship…. koinonia among this group had faded.

Yet – when I run in to friends from that season… there is often an implicit trust.  I still know them, though I may have been out of the loop on the last few years of life.  Should they need help, I’m still here to jump in.

Years before the Frey’s moved back to Chambersburg, their mom’s house burned.  I saw a tweet asking for help moving furniture and jumped in.  I barely knew them at that point… but having known Matt & David closely for years… I knew I needed to be there and help, even if it was just to drive a couch across town.

When Travis resurfaced in my life, I knew I wanted to coordinate with him on WHO a/v gear and that he was trustworthy.

Devin & Denver’s love for some good hard rock was so clearly and beautifully released during Saturday night’s worship. I need to experience more of that.

Seeing the bopping Brookens kids always calls to mind the time when Jason played drums for Carissa’s wedding.

When the Kudasik’s moved back to the area… I was elated to say hi.  It’s still on my radar to do much more than that with these good folks, but I am excited that they are even nearby. When  I see others of us from that season around town, I am just as excited to get a look into their lives now.

The Nance’s, who were the first couple married at the warehouse… came in for just a pivotal moment as we renew our vision for the name “World HARVEST Outreach” and the seeds planted in the early years coming to harvest.  They were such a part at WHO and Mars Hill.  I am so excited for them to have been with us for the event, but also just to have had a few minutes to talk with their awesome little men about the flags around the room.

We are now nearly 15 years past the end of the organization that was Mars Hill, but our lives are still joined together. Those that I wasn’t personally close to are still important to me.  I’d still want to help them in whatever way I can.  This was my koinonia of my carefree youth.

Now – we’ve grown up.  We have a whole different amount of relationships.  I spoke with the Kesslers and Frey’s about this at the Roat’s house about a year ago.  How do we do life like we did then but with adult responsibility?  We do Koinonia together.  We get together just to watch a football game or movies.   We bring meals for people. We make opportunities to be together.  In our times together, we honor what God is doing in and through each other. We see who He has called each person to be and seek out the greatness in them. We make a space for each other to be a part.  We have lots of chances for that in our daily lives, and in the semi-organized happenings at the warehouse.  There’s no stress in saying no, or obligation to always say yes.  It’s a chance to be together. Come join in as and when you can.

Any Mars Hill alum that has wondered where to find that family fellowship… come join in with us.  We are not reliving our past glory days, but are doing life together today. I’ve longed for it since I left for college and feel more alive now than I have since those crazy summer nights of getting kicked out of Taco Bell and Coldbrook Elementary school.

Klemmer & Associates:

About 10 years ago, a group of WHO leaders hosted a few events in Chambersburg related to personal development.  Again, there is a common thread in this.  Those that went through the programs have a deep and common understanding. Years can go by, and with just a subtle reference to something we experienced then can inspire deep insight into a current situation.

I won’t give out too many of the details of what we experienced through The Quickening, Advanced Leadership Seminar, or Heart of the Samurai because I want you to have your own experience.  I will say, the WHO Core gathering where I led an activity was very much a part of that program.  It led up to WHO Koinonia event in helping us see what part we each play in a larger body and that every voice matters.  We know now that we might see something and need to go to great lengths to share that effectively, or sometimes it just comes easily.

I’ve seen a few friends that went through this program resurface in our group lately.  Bold actions they took in the context of personal development workshops came to pass again throughout the Koinonia event, but now carry a context beyond the events themselves. They stepped up and let what has been dormant come to life.  There is an awakening to go all out in our worship to go, no matter how graceful your dance may be.

The mission of Klemmer & Associates Leadership Seminars, Inc is to create bold ethical leaders who will create a world that works for everyone with no one left out.

This leadership program fostered a common sense of experience, trust, and a challenge to let our greatness out.  Think about that… works for everyone… no one left out.

Courtney Engle Robertson during Klemmers Advanced Leadership Seminar

Our Koinonia gathering was an opportunity for each person to have their own experience, but also to participate in something for everyone physically present, joining us online from miles away, or those that are catching it as a replay later.  God was working every detail together for His good purpose.  No one was left out.  People realized they had a choice to stay in this moment and participate or to disconnect with any distraction they may have.  But, it was clear that no one would be left out unless they chose to be.  There was no forcing of a schedule or agenda.  In fact, it was the opposite.  We want to have everyone all in – one family with one heart while we each fit together to make up the whole.  We give and help one another as we see the need.

Post Koinonia Event:

At the end of the weekend, people didn’t want to go home. They wanted to remain all together.  When they finally found their way back to the comfort of their homes, they continued the connection with many text messages sent and a fury of Facebook activity related to still sharing in their experiences from the weekend.

In my own home and in the larger body of believers, we are making a space to do life together more.  We open ourselves to each other, and we jump in to help each other in whatever way is needed.

We are forever changed.  I get to live in a state of koinonia with you all.  This excites me greatly.


When I Feel Overwhelmed

At times I can reach a point of overwhelm.  A large part of my daily “job” involves interacting on social media, and another involves reading the latest news in my industry.  Both have some challenges.

I grow weary on social media at either building relationships with relatively new people, and become downright exhausted at filtering all the noise my “friends” are sharing.

With friends, I like the occasional reshare of an image, or quote that inspired them.  However, when they rely solely upon that, I have little idea what is actually happening in their lives and feel that they have no interest in mine.  They are just slipping into the noise of life that I need a lot less of.  It carries over into the real world.  If a friend only handles their online presence by putting out non-original content, in real life I just don’t try to connect but wait for them to indicate they want to talk.

While I don’t want people revealing their most intimate details all over social media, I also don’t want them being little more than an echo of another.  Show me the real you.

I have made a deliberate effort at showing up in social media with the intent to connect.  I filter out all the nonsense easily from my computer, but am always telling Facebook on mobile to stop showing me whatever “funny” image you reshared from that other page.  I only really want to see things about you.

As for tech news… it’s a slow season of change.  I grow tired of keeping up.  The reality here is that I need to consume less information unless I am intentionally applying it and/or synthesizing that information for my clients.

I’ve been quiet here, and any other online place I frequent.  Perhaps it’s a good thing for a while longer, or perhaps I should just get busy sorting out only the most important things for others to know about me, or know in the news that matters to them.