last thought, i promise.
my good buddy jason is a new dad, and is awesome. little carson in so cool that he makes anyone want to have a kid.
here he is...
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
i keep forgetting
last thought, i promise.
my good buddy jason is a new dad, and is awesome. little carson in so cool that he makes anyone want to have a kid.
here he is...
happy birfday
also- the love of my life, lane, is turning 24 tomorrow.
how cool is it that i am blessed with the most amazing woman alive.
how cool is it that i am blessed with the most amazing woman alive.
what's up with that
our new series kicks off tomorrow night. called: what's up with that? 4 burning questions that MS students ask...
just a thought, but i wonder if sometimes we are asking junior high questions that we want to know or are they asking really impressive questions. i'll be updating throughout the month.
just a thought, but i wonder if sometimes we are asking junior high questions that we want to know or are they asking really impressive questions. i'll be updating throughout the month.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
creative team-work
i love getting together with the creative team to tackle a new idea. last night we got together at cafe stella (cool vibes man!) and planned out the rest of the year's sermon series. it feels so good to share the weight and brunt of the creative end of the ministry. many props to everyone for letting their creative juices flow!
Saturday, June 9, 2007
those 23 and older...thank your lucky stars..
check out this e-mail i just got from a friend on my birthday...
People over 23 should be dead. According to today’s regulators and
bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, probably shouldn’t have survived.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took
hitchhiking.)
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it,
but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one
actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. Unthinkable!
We did not have Play stations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at
all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal
cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.
We had friends! We went outside and found them.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were
no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame
but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned
to get over it.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and
although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did
the worms live inside us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s home and knocked on the door, or
rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who
didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren’t as smart as others, so they failed a grade and
were held back to repeat the same grade. Tests were not adjusted for any
reason.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers and inventors, ever.
The past 30 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all. And you’re one of them!
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors?
People over 23 should be dead. According to today’s regulators and
bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, probably shouldn’t have survived.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took
hitchhiking.)
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it,
but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one
actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. Unthinkable!
We did not have Play stations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at
all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal
cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.
We had friends! We went outside and found them.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were
no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame
but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned
to get over it.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and
although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did
the worms live inside us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s home and knocked on the door, or
rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who
didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren’t as smart as others, so they failed a grade and
were held back to repeat the same grade. Tests were not adjusted for any
reason.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers and inventors, ever.
The past 30 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all. And you’re one of them!
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors?
back and black (and blue)
got back from camp last night. amazing!! it is always cool and refreshing for me to spend a week just with my ms kids. always amazed to see what they can do when they let God unleash in their lives. saw some great life decisions made and had the privelige of walking through the plan of salvation and seeing some students come to Christ. Chase was a great experience...even though i didn't have cell phone or internet for a week. (man, am i addicted) my favorite part of camp is always seeing the quiet kids become the ones who just will not shut up...ever. hahaha. anyway, i am so proud to be called to ministry. there is not a better job in the whole stinkin' world. just had a great birthday day with my wife. she is my fav. all that to say glad that the brusing is over and that i have time to let my now older body heal.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Camp Crazy
Years ago I did a camp for a church out in Memphis that was a Junior High Camp. They called it Camp Crazy. Now I think I understand why they did this...not because the camp was crazy for the kids, but crazy planning in the part of the youth ministers. That being said, i am so psyched about going to camp next week. Tomorrow we will go up to set up our stage and all that other gooey stuff and then we leave after church on Sunday. Can't stinkin wait.
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