| On Life, Churches, and Charlotte (09/10/09 11:26 AM PDT) |
 I attended the Coast Vineyard for nearly six years and I was a worship leader there for four years. It was a beautiful place to grow up. I came into the community following friends from UCSD and InterVarsity. The simple, honest and transparent love in the place refreshed me and made so much healing possible. Powerful experiences of and teaching on the present and arriving kingdom of God and His heart for justice irrevocably shaped me. I gleaned so much about hearing from the Lord, gained so much confidence in leading, and received some huge vision and commissioning for my life. Since High School, God has put a clear passion in me to love people cross-culturally with missions work. As I grew in musical ability and leadership, I felt tremendously led toward ethnomusicology for the sake of worship. God confirmed it in some spectacularly clear ways. I want to see national worship movements birthed and the stage set for international revival. I plan to connect with local churches on the mission field, develop worship leaders and songwriters, and see the Spirit bring forth music and art in the heart language of that people group. On September 5 of 2008, Charlotte Leanna Beck walked into my Starbucks store and changed my life forever. We assured each other things would go slowly, but this last year has been a whirlwind of God's leading, pursuit, patience, fun, and trials. God blessed the season with mutual encouragement, challenging and growth as He began to knit our hearts together. I decided to move on from Coast for the sake of the relationship, so that we could serve together and make moving forward possible. I intended to be an intern at the City Church, more of a mixed bible college and discipleship program than training for a specific job. Months earlier, it seemed clear that Charlotte and I would be able to continue during it, despite the program's crucible of strict guidelines for dating and personal integrity. Instead, God allowed for miscommunication to occur that led to a wonderful testing of our hearts, desires and plans this past weekend. Thankfully, we received preparation, when in May, "Pastor Tami had the image of carefulness in signing a contract, a Joshua 9 kind of a warning" and from my last morning at Coast through some remarkably strong and wise words prayed over us. In the difficult but ultimately life-giving and faith-stirring weekend, He made His priorities clear to us individually. Together, we chose to put off interns for another year, until we are at a different relational place ;) At this point, I plan to work with the Sound department, training and scheduling sound engineers, invest in churches in Tijuana and serve toward an intern scholarship for next year. I get to encourage Charlotte through this heavy year of school and prepare financially for this next season. We are blessed and so excited to see what God wants to do with us. Thank you for your prayers and love, my family and constant friends from past seasons. Thank you and bless you for your investment, gracious send off and support, my unshakable brothers and sisters at Coast (2 Tim 1:4). And thank you for your welcoming and understanding hearts my new friends and family at the City Church San Diego. May His grace, wisdom and truth indelibly mark you. In His service, Daniel/Dan/Dano Joseph Sanchez |
| new gig (04/28/09 5:06 PM PDT) |
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Thanks to Romin, I'm driving a bus for a senior center in Mira Mesa. I pick up elderly Filipinos at their homes, we listen to KWVE sermons on the radio, and I unload them at the center, where I occasionally play worship songs for them. I have a long break, and then we repeat the process in reverse. It's a fairly Kingdom thing, with lots of loving sweet old folks in Jesus' name. One gentleman told me that he enlisted in the US infantry at age 16 and fought in the battle of Okinawa. With lots of gestures, he communicated the story of an officer taking arrows in the shoulders and chest and returning fire with a side arm. He always salutes me as he saunters up to the bus to board, carrying his walker. This morning, another gentleman jokingly insinuated that because his two small dogs bark so viciously at me, I must be a regular consumer of dog meat. At the end of the day as I dropped him off, I asked him "Which one would taste better?" He exclaimed "Black one!" and reminded me of how often Dave Villarete would blurt out something ridiculous. |
| Whole lotta soul (01/29/09 5:23 PM PST) |
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Free Daptone Sampler: http://www.amazon.com/This-is-Daptone-Records/dp/B001IBGJ5K My goodness, this stuff grooves. I think a few samples are going to make it into my current project. |
| Let all those who do justice and love mercy say, "Amen." (01/20/09 11:06 AM PST) |
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Today, I was so excited to see so many beautiful, black faces glow with momentous hope and redemption. Though my knowledge and understanding of the civil rights movement is dim, I cried like I haven't in months as my heart lept at the sight of Dr. Lowery approaching the podium. " God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, Thou who has brought us thus far on the way; Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light, Keep us forever in the path, we pray. Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee, Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee; Shadowed beneath Thy hand, May we forever stand, True to our God, True to our native land. " Oh, Americans, born on every soil and now united here, do Justice, love Mercy, and walk humbly with your God. No matter your political persuasion, can you not celebrate redemption this day and commit this land to the gospel's healing power as you see see these things entrusted to God by our leaders? |
| way over yonder in the minor key (01/15/09 11:58 AM PST) |
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"She said, 'it's hard for me to see How one little boy got so ugly' Yes, my little girly, that might be But there ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me " -Woody Guthrie  Billy Bragg & Wilco - Man in the Sand (The Making of "Mermaid Avenue") is worth watching just for the scene after this song, in which Natalie Merchant pretends to catch bugs in Bragg's hair and eat them. I'm trying hard to put away the ugly: the pride, the secrets, that stuff that makes little of God's name and impatiently discounts His yet to be grasped promises. But I still hope that my voice and music can be unique and uncompromised in this world. And I still pray for persistence of vision. |
| lyrics on status and mining (12/21/08 3:15 PM PST) |
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"I tell you once what I was really coming out to do I'm gonna burn this system to the ground for you Radio and TV shows try to make you play the roles they gonna take you for a ride one more day, to leave it all behind to go where you have never even tried don't you let your inhibitions guide your way baby, won't you look at me but you ain't got the time of day 'cause I ain't got no money yeah but what is money if you ain't got happiness it really don't make sense to me I ain't got no status or a diamond rock but I still got the voice to sing" -RX Bandits, Status "I don't understand about diamonds and why men buy them." What's so impressive about a diamond except the mining?" -Fiona Apple, Red Red Red These lyrics had been running through my head for about a month. Pastor Michelle's sermon gave me a great excuse to post them. Thanks! On diamonds: If you're buying her a ring, make sure your conscience is clear on where the rocks are coming from. It's your responsibility to make sure your wealth isn't fueling injustice. |
| this crime (12/19/08 10:36 AM PST) |
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"Take her arms and hold her down Until she stops screaming Take her arms and hold her down Until she stops breathing And they don't know her But what the... They got nothing else they can do And there's no reason But still they come And I Would have a hard time facing you This crime The shame of what a man can do I would have died From all the hell that you've been through Take the night back All they've stolen All we took from you" -Hold Her Down, Toad the Wet Sprocket My sixth grade teacher, Guy Sturgell, introduced me to this song when he let me take Fear home, but over the past few years in San Diego friends have given me some horrific stories to attach to it. I am not going to share them. They've made me deeply sorry. I remember the sinking sadness in my stomach as I walked through the lowest floor of the Gilman parking structure, just to see a woman put her head down and focus on quickly walking to her car to avoid crossing my path. One late evening I was walking back to the boys' place on Easter Way after class. I was wearing my backpack, walking quickly. Two women in their mid-twenties were jogging, and as they passed behind me, I heard one remark to another, "I always forget to bring my mace." To me, the comedy in it was bitterly dark. What have we been sold, as a society, to see women as anything other than our mothers, sisters, and daughters? Any definition of manhood should provide for the defense of their sanctity. It makes sexual assault at the hands of men so disgustingly backwards. In God Emperor of Dune Frank Herbert made space to work out a discourse on sexuality in society and the military. I may bring it up in a different context later, but for now I want to mention the concept of responsibility in war. He wrote, "Rape was always the payoff in male military conquest." The risk of one's life seems to inspire some of the darkest human behavior. The Jihadists don't get this one right. The Crusaders didn't either. Any sacrifice I make should lead to a gifting of life for others. It should never take it away. Sisters, I hope you find healing and wholeness in God from all the evil we've done to you. |
| way too close to home (12/08/08 3:34 PM PST) |
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A Marine student pilot ditched his F/A-18D on the edge of Rose Canyon, citing mechanical failure . Three people are confirmed dead. This was less than a mile away from our place. Life is pretty fragile, but the human cost could have been a lot higher today. "she pictures the broken glass she pictures the steam she pictures a soul with no leak at the seam nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey nowhere in the suburbs in the cold light of day there in the midst of it so alive and alone words support like bone dreaming of Mercy St. wear your inside out dreaming of mercy in your daddy's arms again" -Peter Gabriel, Mercy Street |
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