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Hey everyone!

We need your help. The Tapestry Church’s Reserve has been selected for
an amazing fundraiser. Squidoo web site will donate $2 for EVERY VOTE
you give us!!!!!

So go to this link http://www.squidoo.com/squidoo-charity-giveaway and
choose ‘”Tapestry Reserve” and we get a chunk of money. This really
works because Squidoo has been sending us sponsorship for the last year.

SO GO NOW!!!!

Blessings!
pd

Dustin Hedrick
the Tapestry Church and Reserve

Hey Charity Partner!

*wave*

Most of you know Squidoo as that place where lensmasters can make money
for their favorite charity. Right now, we’re doing something super
special where your supporters don’t even have to make a lens to support
you. That’s right. A simple click of the mouse can get you a chunk of
$80,000.

Here’s how it works: we’ve been saving 5% of our total income since we
got started. It’s part of our mission to do so, and now we’re asking for
your help in giving some of it away. All you need to do is go to
http://www.squidoo.com/squidoo-charity-giveaway and click on the charity
of your choice. For each vote a charity gets, we’ll donate $2 up to
$80,000 or through October 15th.

No joke, no gimmick. Just a few quick rules:

1. Feel free to invite as many people as you can to vote.
2. It’s entirely possible that one non-profit could get the lion’s share
of the donations. It’s all up to you.
3. Yes, it’s ok to blog about this. In fact, tell everyone. Think
website announcement, email list, press releases, etc. The more word
you get out, the more potential donations you’ll receive.
4. Of course, we hope you’ll still encourage your friends and volunteers
to sign up with Squidoo and make a few lenses. After all, 5% of what
they earn will continue to go towards helpful causes, and you’ll receive
a passive stream of donations month in and month out.

(And just for the record, everyone gets one vote only. We’ll delete
votes from duplicate accounts, and block the accounts.)

Don’t delay! Remember, this only runs through the first 40,000 votes or
October 15th. And while you’re there, be sure to get in on our debate
about the future of fundraising online.

http://www.squidoo.com/squidoo-charity-giveaway

Make it an awesome week!

~Kimberly
Your Community and Charity Organizer on Squidoo
http://www.squidoo.com

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Friday night DC lights October 3 8:00 pm- You must RSVP for this event.
This Friday night event will be in DC.
We will be touring the monuments this Friday night. It’s beautiful, beautiful at night, quiet and calm. Meet around 200 Constitution Ave corner of 3rd and Constitution Ave NW at 8:00pm, you should not have a problem street parking. We need everyone to be on time to this event so we don’t freeze waiting for you. To RSVP email Su at su@tapestrychurch.org or 703-989-1931.

Butlers Orchard- October 4
We will meet at 11:30 in front of the hay rides and hang out till 2:00 but you are always welcome to stay longer.It is $10 a person and that includes the hayrides, straw maze, wildcat run slide, tube slide, rubber ducky derby, pumpkin coach, jump in the hayloft, visits to the barnyard buddies, pumpkinland, twisted pumpkin corn maze, pedal tractors and the inflatable farm train. 22200 Davis Mill Road Germantown, MD 20876 301.972.3299
for more info contact lori hedrick at lorihedrick@tapestrychurch.org or 301-529-8164

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Hi Dustin, hope all is well with you and your family! The Lord gave me a dream the other night and it was a message to you and your church. It came as a parable. I will call it “The Coffeehouse of Hope” – the simple theme is summed up in four words – Press-in and Press-on…

The Parable…

Once there was a Barista that loved his profession and took great care and pride in the coffee he brewed, so much so that he said to himself, “I am going to build me a café that serves up the finest coffee in all the world. In fact, my café is going to be so warm and welcoming that all who come in will taste of my cup and their lives will be filled with comfort and joy. It will be a place where people will gather and find rest for their souls.”

Well, as any good businessman would do, he surveyed the competition and assessed the needs of the marketplace. He was struck by the indifference of the people, how they would run into any coffeehouse, and drink no matter the quality or how water down it was. Some were running after instant coffee. Others wanted the sweeter varieties…, like a caramel macchiato or vanilla latte, that were so diluted all flavor was lost. And the beans…, well no one knew the quality of a good beans…, or the care it takes to produce the perfect cup, so he said to himself, “I am going to change things. My coffee house will not be like this, for in my house – I will serve only the finest of beans…., and I will pour only the finest cup.” This desire to serve burned deep with-in his soul.

So he bought some land and built himself a coffeehouse. And when it was done the Barista stood back and marveled at the beauty, warmth, and simplicity of his new café…, it was wonderful. He was now ready to open the doors to his new café…. There was one problem…, he had no coffee. Now this trouble the café owner, “How can I sell the finest cup and not have the finest bean?”So he looked to the bean traders to see what they offered, but did not care for the quality, they beans were either picked too early, or the wrong variety. For this Barista only the high mountain Arabica beans would do. Other beans either low-mountain beans and often over roasted or burnt and lost all the essential oils, flavor, and aroma. So, he said to himself, “I will head out myself and gather the beans I need.”So he closed the doors to his café and went on a journey in search for the finest of beans.

The Barista traveled to a far away land whose landscape was mountainous and the terrain dangerous. In fact this land was made up with some of the highest mountain ranges in the world and many were volcanic and active. The Barista knew that the best beans grew in regions such as this, so he picked the tallest volcanic mountain he could find and set out on his journey in search for the finest beans. After several days of hiking through the thickest of forests he finely reached the summit. He searched and searched but found no beans, only ash and hardened lava, remnant for its last eruption. Then, as he circled the peak of the mountain, he came across a path that led him to a small luscious valley. On the edge of the valley was a single Arabica bush, but the bush had no life for it had been scorched in the heat of the eruption. He stood disheartened. Then, as if by fate, he glanced down at the base of the tree and saw nestled in the ashes, five little beans. “I know what I will do,” he said, “I will plant the beans and wait for them to grow.” So he gathered the beans in the palm of his hand, and took some soil mingled with ash and journeyed to the center of the valley where he found a cluster of tall shade trees. There he planted his beans under the shade and safety of the trees.

For seven years he waited for his trees to grow. Through rain, and wind, and cold, and heat he camped at the side of his bushes looking for the fruit he so longed to see. Then one day, as the sun was breaking through the mist that had covered the mountain top he saw it…, his trees began to blossom. They were covered with the most incredible white flowers he had ever seen. And the aroma…, like jasmine, filling the mountainside. But after four days the flowers were gone, leaving behind them perfect dark green berries.

“Alas,” the barista said, “the berries I so long to see,” and he knelt down and thanked the God of Heaven for yielding a harvest. But he knew that if he wanted to create the perfect cup he must not pick them to soon or they will produce a bitter cup, not fit for drinking. So he waited until they began to ripen, at first to yellow…, then light red and finally darkening to a glossy deep red. Now it was time. He laid gunnysack at the base of the bush and vigorously he shook the tree until all the ripe berries had fallen onto his gunnysack. Likewise he did to all five trees. After gathering his berries he knelt down and sorted the good from the bad. Then placing the good berries into massive bags he tied them off and threw them over his shoulder and carried them down the mountain heading home with a wonderful harvest.

When our Barista arrived at his café his eagerness to open his doors and serve his first cup was overwhelming, but he had to slow down, the time was not ready. He had to prepare the berries for roasting. First, he had to remove the flesh of the berry revealing the seeds or beans as we call them. Then he fermented them to remove the slimy film still present on the bean. When the fermentation was finished, he washed them with fresh water and laid them out to dry. But the work of the Barista was not done for the cup he desired to pour had to have a rich dark and aromatic flavor. To get to this level of excellence the beans needed to be roasted.

The roasting process was crucial as it developed the caramelization, color, nuttiness, and most of all…, to bring out the essential aromatic oils which give the coffee its true flavor and aroma. Our Barista knew for the perfect cup, he did not want to over roast it but still wanted a deep smooth cup with a subtle sugary flavor. Alas the coffee was ready for cooling. Once cooled, he packed his beans in an airtight container till it was time for brewing.

Now, it was time. Now he could open the doors to his café and begin serving that perfect cup. So he went over to his espresso machine and placed his beans in the grinder. After grinding the beans he placed ground beans into the hopper and with a tamping device he pressed the ground very tightly forming a puck and locked it into place on the espresso machine and hit the brew button causing very hot water…, under extreme pressure…, to press its way through the grounds.

Thus producing a rich, almost syrupy beverage extracting and emulsifying the oils in the ground coffee. He looked down at his little demitasse cup and said, “perfect! Just what I was looking for, a well balanced cup with a reddish-brown crema. – know I can open my doors.”

The story and its interpretation…

My dear children, listen to this story and understand. Do you not know that I would climb the highest mountain for you? Do you not know that I would search for you and bring you unto myself? Yes, I have called you unto myself. I found you and pulled you out of the ashes and placed you in the palm of my hands. I held on to you, as my own, and planted you under the shadow of my wings…, and have protected you. I nourished you and watched as you grew I was there on the day you blossomed. Your faith in me has been a sweet aroma in my temple. Your love for one another has been as jasmine…, an aroma of adornment. I know the shacking you have endured, but I have gathered you up as a fine treasure and carried you upon my back, and brought you to this place inside of me.

Do not fear nor be dismayed. I have come that you might have life – and that more abundantly. But I want you to know that my presence and work in your life did not stop on the day you bloomed. Nor, did it stop when I saw the fruit of your love. No, it is because of your love and desire to draw closer to me that I have pressed into your lives.

The work that I do calls for deep preparation. The value of the cup that I desire to pour is far richer than instant eX-presso. My gift for you is built upon perseverance. My desire for you is beyond anything you can imagine. Do you not know that everyone is seasoned with fire, and the fire you have experienced is the fire of purity? I, myself, have brought you to the roaster. I am the one that called you to that place. For though you walk through the flames of trial, the stench of the smoke shall not harm you. For what I am doing is for your benefit. For it is through this fire that the flesh is dried out…, so that the oil of my presence within you would be drawn to the surface, yes, it is that oil that brings the flavor and fragrance of my kingdom to others. I am preparing you. My desire is to pour you out upon the nations…, so press in, and press on, know that in the end you shall be called blessed of my Father.

I know that many of do not understand this grinding process. Yet it is by this process that you…, become we… for it is the rock of my presence that has brought you to this place. I have called you to cast all your cares upon me – yes even your very lives…. And when you fall upon this rock you will be broken, but out of your brokenness will arise a heart set apart for me, so press in, and press on, to that place that I have called you.

The pressure is on. You have been pressed on many sides, this I know, and this I understand. But please understand me when I tell you, it is by this pressure and by this tamping, that my cup is created. Do not fear and do not worry, cast your cares upon me and let patience do its perfect work. Trust me my child, you shall come through this time and you shall be a cup of blessing, for I have brought you unto myself, and the cup I desire to pour – is a cup of blessing. This, my beloved, is the heart of the matter…, press-in my love, press-on my beloved…, for soon you will see the doors of my café open. My cup is full, and your cup shall surly overflow. Its’ espresso time my children. Press-in, and press-on.

Thank you and God Bless

Fred Raynaud

Archived Vineyard Teachings
Date | 1995
Speaker | John Wimber
Title | The Age We Live In

This is an old cassette tape that we remastered and decided to place online since it is so vital to our genetic code as a body of Christ. Expect to see more where this came from.

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