After yet another overnight spent sleeping on the couches at the Deep Blue sushi bar at JFK Jet Blue terminal (due to a major subway map snafu on my part that caused us to miss our flight), we have finally returned from the two-day Dwell Conference on urban church planting in NYC.

And we are barely recovering.
It was a marathon, for sure, and jam-packed with inspiration and encouragement from the speakers as well as other church planters/pastors. I will now attempt to process everything we heard/did/learned right here on the blog, and I know it will take several installments to accomplish.
Here we go.
Day 1: Shoulder to shoulder with the nations
We arrived early Monday morning to a rainy (and chilly) New York, and ironically (as hardy, outdoorsy, Gore-Tex pajamas-wearing Vermonters), were completely unprepared. Sunday in VT was super-warm and super-sunny, and like a true dude, I made lots of ass-umptions about similar weather in the city.
But not to worry, we were going to be taking the subway anyway, which we did, for nearly two hours thanks to the mad Monday morning rush from Queens to midtown. I didn’t realize that there was such a thing as bumper-to-bumper traffic on the subway, complete with endless starting and stopping and lots of disgruntled passengers. It was definitely an experience.
And the awesomeness continued when we stepped off the E train in midtown (50th St., I think) into a veritable downpour with no other subway stations in sight (must have gotten out on the wrong side of the street or something). Our destination was 94th St. and Broadway, and we had no raingear. Like a true dude, my suggestion was to hoof it until we found a station, and it would probably let up. After 20 minutes of this, we finally bought umbrellas for the last third of the hike, all the way to the hotel. We checked in early, soaked, earning the pity (and mockery) of most in the hotel lobby.
Despite the adversity, we were still smiling. And the experience of peeling off wet clothes and drying off our bodies in the warm room was nearly euphoric. At that point I got a chance to sit down and read Ps. 2, blogging about it here.
I am always impacted by the city. I am impacted by the dense concentration of people, the sheer numbers a giant witness to the crowning glory of God’s creative genius, with art, architecture, and culture echoing a loud Amen. And not just people, but peoples, that is, people groups, nations. I was impacted by this on the subway during rush hour - it was a grand experience of being in the midst of nations. Of dwelling in the middle of it. Perhaps New York is a gospel town in this sense, in the sense that it foreshadows a new earth full of redeemed men and women from every tribe, tongue, people, and nation.
After our dry-off sesh, we headed out for some fun in the city, well prepared with our
giant Manhattan umbrellas. My directional skills started to improve at this point, and we were downtown in Soho checking out Burton and other shops (Burberry was cool, although I didn’t buy any $1,000 scarves), and back to midtown, Times Square area. We ate a giant pastrami/corn beef sandwich for lunch and Patsy’s Italian food for dinner. Along the way we met a homeless guy named Bill and had a quick talk about the Lord after getting him some dinner, too. It was a cool day.
Coming up next will be the DL on the sessions and happenings from day one of the conference. If you can’t wait until next week for the info, check this blog and this one, too. Er, and here.
