Jay Kim Thinks...

I talk. I write. I wonder.

Dear WestGate. Dear Vintage Faith.

Dear WestGate Church. When Jenny and I landed here with you a couple of years ago, we arrived with wobbly legs, uncertain about so much, but eager to learn and grow. We were nervous but the way you received us, loved us, and cared for us immediately put us at ease. And that acceptance, love, and care has not changed during our time. I don't have enough words to tell you how grateful I am. You've seen us through some big life moments. Jenny and I became parents during our time here. We learned to change diapers and survive without sleep here. We first dealt with separation anxiety and checking a baby into the nursery here. We learned to admire and cherish the hundreds of amazing volunteers and staff who create such great environments for kids here. Again, words can't say enough just how grateful we are. To Steve & Dana Clifford, to our elders, to our incredible staff, and especially to every single one of you who call this place home, thank you. Thank you for loving us. Thank you for listening. Thank you for sending us well. We'll miss you, probably more than we even know.

Dear Vintage Faith Church. It's a strange and funny thing that God does sometimes when he intersects two stories. When I started coming over the hill to hang with you about a year and a half ago, I was mostly excited about three things - coffee at the Abbey, fish tacos at Taqueria Vallarta, and the opportunity to teach a community I'd admired from a distance for years. But as my time with you became more regular, my excitement shifted. Vintage started feeling less and less like a place I was visiting and more and more like home. I've come to the realization that this happens whenever we encounter a person or a community of people who share the same ethos. That's what I've discovered in you. There's something embedded in our body and bones, something I don't quite have words for, that frames the way we see the world, the church, and Jesus himself. This isn't to say that we agree on every minute detail of our theologies and philosophies, nor should we. What it does mean is that we seem to be moving at similar paces, in rhythm with one another, likeminded in our desire to see God flood our neighborhoods, schools, and workplaces in fresh new ways. I'm humbled to be coming alongside you, to labor with you in creating a Worshiping Community of Missional Theologians that loves and serves Santa Cruz County and beyond, so that God's kingdom might come and his will might be done on earth as it is in heaven. I can't wait to get started. Let me know if you want to grab a fish taco (or two, or three) sometime.