The Arrival

To be perfectly honest, the invitation to Morgan's Intensive didn't particularly grab me when it arrived. That had nothing to do with him or any expectation, it was just a particularly busy and financially challenging season - I was distracted. That's not to say I didn't care, I told Morgan I would think and pray about it, and I really did, but looking back I just had other things on my mind and didn't engage at any deep level. On its surface that sounds both shallow...but also pretty typical for the way our over-stressed lives play out. I'm tempted to feel guilty about it, but in hindsight it may have been part of God's plan all along.

My busy, distracted life continued right up until three days before The Intensive. By that time a major deal had finally got off to a good start and I was able to catch my breath. In the weeks preceding most retreats I find God talking to me about what's coming in one way or another. I find myself being prepared or taught or challenged but in this case the only thing I had was a subtle awareness that something big was coming up slowly and from behind. It was if I was calmly kayaking with some massive glacier at my back. Its patient but inevitable motion imperceptible to me until the shadow of the calving iceberg suddenly crosses my bow. That sounds rather threatening and I don't mean to imply any sense of danger, quite the opposite in fact, but it's the best metaphor I can come up with right now.

In the 48 hours prior to camp I did have some long-missed time to decompress, get some writing done, and basically unwind which was good preparation. I smoked my pipe, I read articles in the hotel room and I caught my breath. Driving up to Bear Trap Ranch is in interesting drive. Moving southwest from Colorado Springs you drive up into a pretty fancy neighborhood, past a swanky golf course and the directions are to keep on driving. A gentle slope gives way to a steep hill and the next thing you know a hairpin turn puts you on a dirt road.

The road climbs quickly through 2000 feet of altitude with several ridges and valleys disappearing in your rear-view mirror. At last you dive down into a sharp sided valley and you're at Bear Trap Ranch - a self-contained little village in the cradle of a hidden canyon.

I parked the car and started walking down toward the main camp with a little high-altitude buzz when the first zinger of the weekend came on strong. It was something between a memory and a vision where I 'saw' Boromir getting off his horse as he arrives at the Council of Elrond. The image came out of nowhere really but hit me with significant punch and immediate meaning - somehow this weekend was more than a few dozen guys hanging out. There was gravity here, something serious. Later that night I would share a dream I had about two years ago where I was a knight riding my horse at full speed through dense woods, hell-bent for...somewhere. I was mostly alone but from time to time I could catch  a glimpse of other knights through the trees, all of us traveling in earnest. Once or twice I'd come to a small clearing and a small handful of knights would take just a few moments to greet each other, bang shields, and then take off galloping again. In the end I came to a pavilion set up in a larger clearing and maybe 50 or so knights were gathering here - and that's about how it ended. in some way that I'm still chewing on, The Intensive was a realization of that dream.

This is the first post on a blog that I hope will grow a lot over time so I want to resist the impulse to go crazy and talk about all of it even though I have so much on my mind. For this I just want to convey one thought: that in one way I totally failed to apprehend the power of this event, and yet in some other subconscious or spiritual way I've seen it coming for a long time. As poignant and new as some of the topics were, many of them came as different angles on things God was also speaking to me about for some time. I take that fact to mean that Morgan is tapping into something deeper than a really good analysis of current trends - he's tapping into something that's on the father's mind. In which case, there's much to be discerned here.

On Thursday at 3:45 I was just minding my own business, happy to be in such a beautiful place but oblivious to what was going on. By 4:00 I'd caught a glimpse of what I had been invited into and we were off and running. Unless I'm very wrong, The Intensive will turn out to be as formative, or more, than my first Boot Camp...and that's saying a lot.