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You might be interested in this article by James Hall (Academy Fellow, Class of 2010) from the Trinity Forum Academy's online newsletter CONVERSATIONS. The text is below. See the link below for a formatted version or to make a comment: http://www.ttf.org/index/conversations/detail/how-much-improv/ ---------- How Much Was Improv? A Reflection on Integrity Weekend 2010: Responsible to Risk I was squeezed into Integrity Weekend at the last minute. It was kind of like calling home to say I’d show up for Thanksgiving after all, and finding out all the couches had already been claimed, so I would have to sleep under the kitchen table. It’s my own fault for deciding to attend at the last minute. I live in Boston. After being swept away by the celebratory spirit of December, the sugar plums dissipated, and I realized it wasn’t dried fruit dancing above my head, it was icicles. What I needed was a trip south. Anyhow, in true Academy form, a nice bed was conjured up, squeezing was accomplished, and I jumped on a flight out of town, only to be greeted by a record amount of Maryland snow. Despite the New England-worthy weather, my January doldrums began to dissipate from the very first meal. I get paid to cook every day, and I work alone. Working alone means falling into ruts; it is quite difficult to drag oneself out of ruts. Fellow Laura Ruth Venable was in charge of culinary operations for the weekend, and I jumped in the kitchen that first meal to lend my moderate knife skills. The ruts were all smoothed over in one fell swoop. “I’m making an upscale chicken pot pie,” she explained. It involved an assortment of fresh-looking veggies and an elaborately presented puff pastry. Elizabeth LeRoy was busy working on ‘seven minute frosting’ which took a heck of a lot longer than seven minutes and turned out to be the most deliciously light frosting I’ve ever tasted. My gastronomically attuned neurons were firing faster than a third-grader with a rubber band gun.  After lingering at dinner for a while, we moved in to hear the first session by Michael Lindsay. He discussed ten ways which people use power. Power is a terribly abstract word, but he grounded every point with a concrete example, which lent an incredible amount of clarity. (Dr. Lindsay uses enough concrete examples to build a military base.) All of his stories were incredibly helpful as they gave us very practical ways of viewing our lives and interactions with others in view of the implicit power we all have. I don’t think I truly appreciated the way Integrity Weekend is set up while I was a Fellow. As a participant, you sit through some very thought-provoking sessions and then you have a break in which you inevitably begin talking about the thoughts that were provoked with whatever random stranger has the misfortune to be standing next to you. It’s small enough that no one is really random and there are few strangers left after the day. Most places when thrown into a group like this, you aren’t also thrown fodder for conversation. The next morning we heard the keynote session from Andy Crouch. He discussed our discomfort with discussions of power – we tend to refer to it with more positive names such as “leadership” and “influence,” but in the end, we all have power and we all must find a way to manage it. You cannot possess power without it possessing you, to a certain extent. But power is not inherently evil. God has the power to create, power to be fruitful – the world starts off with power that is thoroughly positive, the power to be fruitful is shared with all of creation. We can confront the problems of power by allowing it to be transparent, surrounding ourselves with others who will speak truth, and through worship. As Andy reminded us, we do not have the power to raise the dead. We broke into discussion groups that afternoon, and a panel discussion in the evening gave us additional time to work through questions of power. But they are too big for one weekend – I’m still mulling them over. I suppose we all will be in various states of mulling for the rest of our lives, as power continues to appear in new forms. The power of conversation and community was both the form and content of the weekend. In all of our discussions lay the implicit belief that power, and knowledge of power, are neither implicitly good nor evil. We can imagine a world where power is not flaunted, hoarded or otherwise abused, a world where power is used only creatively and never destructively. But we can only maintain a balanced, constructive power when surrounded by others. And that, for me is what the Trinity Forum Academy is all about – re-imagining the world through the power of community. everal months into our year at the Trinity Forum Academy, the Fellows have more or less adjusted to the rhythm of life at Osprey Point.  Receiving crash courses in commercial cooking and cleaning, meeting our three faculty members, and adjusting to our household duties at Windrush, we are moving around the Point as people who know what they’re doing (or at least think they do).  As we meet the challenges of a reorganized curriculum, which combines adjusted staff roles with unprecedented collaboration from visiting faculty, a guiding principle for the Fellows has been improvisation: the spur-of-the-moment integration of numerous stimuli into a meaningful whole. To those of us hailing from the world’s cultural capitals, Osprey Point can truly seem to be, as the Germans put it, am Ende der Welt (that is, the End of the World).  Though each of us will be steeped in literature and culture this year through ambitious reading assignments, opportunities to experience performing arts of an equally high caliber will be few and far between.  Hence our excitement in discovering that Monty Alexander, the world-renowned Jamaican jazz pianist and professing believer, would be performing at the Avalon Theatre in Easton, just a half-hour drive from our new home.  Thanks to the generosity of a Friend of the Academy, the Fellows of the class of 2010 were able to attend. The Avalon Theatre, a one-time cinema that still bears the Art Deco facelift it received in 1934, seats only 380.  Jazz music is meant for an intimacy which cannot be experienced in the cavernous halls and sprawling amphitheaters defining much of the summer music festival experience.  Fortunately, The Avalon possesses the right mixture of size and acoustical warmth to keep the listening experience authentic. I heard Alexander perform in 2006 at Vienna’s Porgy & Bess with the German HR Big Band—a barely memorable performance that tried too hard to compose around Alexander’s improvisations.  Consequently, my hopes for the concert at the Avalon were modest.  Given these expectations, it is no exaggeration when I say that Alexander’s trio blew me away.  Alexander expressed himself in a fluent blend of stride, blues, and bebop languages, quoting themes from the jazz canon with the frequency and conviction that characterizes the most experienced giants of the idiom.  The highlight of the concert, however, was not the virtuosity of any one musician, nor the group’s seamless interaction, but the overwhelming sense of shalom emanating from Alexander’s presence on stage.  One couldn’t help but feel empathy for the emotion displayed on his face and the passion that he coaxed, pushed, and sometimes pounded out of the piano. As Alexander progressed through the program of jazz standards and original compositions, I realized that this was probably the most Christian jazz concert I had ever attended.  The further he got into the program, the more deeply the influence of Gospel seeped into his playing.  By the end of the concert, Alexander was throwing in renditions of such songs as Duke Ellington’s Come Sunday and Julia Ward Howe’s The Battle Hymn of the Republic.  The centerpiece of the event was Alexander’s original composition, Hope, a ballad of surprising harmonic crunch that makes a gradual thematic shift from despair to hope over 10 minutes of composed and improvised material. The nature of Christian leadership in this type of music is thought provoking; by moving fluidly in and out of Gospel styles, Alexander included his trio members, who are likely not religiously inclined, in creating hymns of praise and thanksgiving.  Imagine setting a Bible before an unbeliever and not only hearing him read with fluency, but with deep conviction and love for the language.  This is one of the joys of the Christian jazz band leader:  to set a stylistic trajectory that moves collaborator and audience member alike toward the beauty of the Gospel. For those of us grappling with the incorporation of seemingly disparate elements of theology, philosophy, and applied disciplines, there is much to be learned from Monty Alexander.  Throughout the night at the Avalon, he deftly blended jazz languages, unified the diverse voices of fellow musicians into cohesive musical statements, and displayed a palpable joy, effortlessness, and gratitude.  At the end of the concert, the question on many audience members’ minds was, “How much of that was improvised?”  Indeed, Alexander’s passion seemed too genuine to be premeditated, yet too excellent and structured to be improvised.  This spontaneous, exuberant precision is a posture to which any Christian leader can aspire. ----------