Tonight we celebrated with friends. Ryan and Sarah Williamson have returned to Tennessee! Friends like George and Merritt Rowe, Adrian and Shelly Church, Lance and Juliet Bridgesmith, Darah and David, Ryan's mom and dad, Byron and Beth and all our kids gathered to celebrate their return.

It was fun talking with George. His new album is due out later this year produced by Michael W. Smith. His experience with Rocket Town Records has been great. I love that guy. He has a great way of telling stories. It had been a while since we had gotten to see them.

When I was in 9th grade, I "went out" with Wendy Wray (now Wendy Ogren--married John Ogren from Harding). Wendy is Ryan's first cousin. That was my first introduction to the Williamson clan. Ryan was a junior higher. He and Wendy shared a MaMaw--who I still call MaMaw to this day. Katherine Witherspoon is one of the most beautiful, poised women over 80 you'll ever meet.

Eventually, Ryan came to ACU, pledged Gamma Sigs, and became even more of a friend and brother. When I moved to Dallas and performed at Six Flags, Ryan's parents lived there. Byron was the president of WORD Publishing in Dallas. Their home became one of my homes away from home. Beth was a such an encouragement! A couple of months after I moved to Nashville, WORD moved Byron to Nashville. It was my greatest dream! I had family here! My mom and I spent holidays eating, playing games, laughing and having fun with the Williamsons. They hosted our pre-wedding family gathering at their home, they have loved our kids as they've joined the family, they've been counselors and parents to us on many occasions.

When Ryan and Sarah moved here around 1997, it seemed too good to be true. Then Walt Disney called and they moved to Los Angeles. We were so bummed. In our wedding program I remember having printed a note to Ryan (a groomsman) saying "MOVE BACK!!" It's taken 6 years, but they're baaaaaack! Praise the Lord! We've enjoyed so much our visits with them in Malibu. Sheryl and Sarah's friendship has developed in ways that have been so cool to watch. Ryan and Sarah have both remained the "speed dial" type of friends even after 6 years of cross country distance and tonight we got to celebrate their move to Nashvegas! Their new house is only about 5 minute from us. It couldn't be better! Adrian and Shelley (Ryan's little sister...and mine too) were here as well. They will be Nashvillians by next July, Lord willing. I have often wanted to print the link to Adrian's blog, but haven't yet. It's not for the faint of heart. Adrian is the chief resident at an ER in Kansas City. His blog is of weekly enjoyment to me, but isn't for everyone. If you're brave, check it out... Adrian's blog. There are some stories there that will make you cringe and laugh hysterically.

It was a great night. I just can't believe we are gathering friends and family in Nashville--the Williamsons, my mom! Crazy! Maybe the end is near.

Tonight, I am grateful for friends. As Sheryl is out having desert with Amanda and we have both come off a dinner of such joy filled celebration, it's easy to feel grateful. In the midst of conflict and other stuff going on, the Lord is reminding me of the joys of relationship--true relationship. We are really blessed.

Have a great night, everyone.

BSTmobile lives!

How many praise team members does it take to charge a battery? Apparently more than three. Well, actually, it appears the battery was completely dead and beyond charge. So--happy towing fee to me!

I am just thrilled it's nothing more costly. Watch out Nashville, I'm back on the streets!

Sunday was a very long day. The morning was punctuated by amazing worship and teaching on Jesus calling the 12. Having the college students back makes SUCH a difference! Wow--there was some serious energy Sunday.

ZOE met at our house for much of the afternoon discussing some of the details of the recording and things that went well and not so well. It was one of the most encouraging experiences of recent weeks. God has blessed us so much with family in that group. We've been together now 8 years and there's just something that happens over that length of time. We know each other--our strengths and weaknesses. There's protection, there's accountability, there's grace. It's really something. I was relieved to discover that the things I had been thinking were shared by all. If I'm crazy, at least there are 8 other crazy people standing next to me. I am so grateful for each of them. That's really all I can say. Anyone want some creamed corn?

As ZOE was leaving our house, folks from our Life Group were coming in. We had a lot of people out Sunday night, but there were enough of us there to talk through some of the issues related to our kids and how to try doing things in a new way. Instead of hiring, we're going to have everyone take turns with a partner. It should work out that they only have to do it every 8-10 weeks. When I was a single at the Lake Highlands Church in Dallas, we did that in our home group. I am still very close to the kids in our group--even though many of them are either in college now or about to be. I hope we can find something that works.

Yesterday we spent lunch around the pool. It was fun. Maddie and Ella are really doing well with their swimming. Sheryl is such a great teacher and encourager. Nap time allowed us to watch more of the Olympics. I never mentioned it, but did anyone see the trampoline stuff? I mean, that's just weird. Wow--loved Justin Gatlin's finish in the 100m. Incredible! Paul Hamm...poor guy. He's had a rough week. That crowd last night was really something. Not sure what...just something. Nice job, judges.

I went out to dinner last night with JV and Nathan. It was a great night. I am encouraged by what God is doing in both of their lives. It has been something that has spurred me on these last couple of weeks. As we were about to leave, I got in my Blazer and...prrrrrrrllt. brrrrrlttt......click...click. Creamed Corn!!!! For the love! This is like strike 15 for the dear ol BSTmobile. As I write, my now close friends at the car place are towing it to be fixed. Unbelievable.

This morning we took Maddie to begin her new school year. She was so thrilled! Ella was not. Ella is in the cutest place where she has to do everything Maddie does--even imitating the way she stands. Sheryl has pointed this out and it's just too cute. She'll miss Big Sister while she's at school.

I am trying to get ready to go to San Antonio this week. I am going down to consult with a church who wants to begin a more regular praise team ministry. Pray for wisdom for me as I try and offer some words of experience. It's hard to offer advice or wisdom when you aren't exactly sure of their culture and personalities. One mistake I think churches make is trying the "pattern" approach. I fully believe the Holy Spirit wants to do a unique work in each of our churches. Maybe I can at least help them think through what that might look like for them. I will also get to stay with Jeff and Carol Nelson. I can't wait to see them. Sounds like things are really going strong at Oak Hills. I know Jeff has to be exhausted.

Tomorrow night is Phil Keaggy! If you're close to Nashville, plan to be here. Doors open at 6:30 and it usually fills up quickly.

This has been haunting me this morning from Hebrews 12... "Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith." Great words to remember today.

The 23rd Psalm...in Maddie-ese.

The Lord is my Shepherd
I not want
He makes me lie down in greens paaaastures (lots of drawl)
He leads me beside still "woaters"
He stores my soul.
Even when I walk through the valley...of the shadow...of death
I not be afraid
cause God is WITH me
His rod and His staff they comfort me
He prepares a table..."Daddy, I have a table downstairs" (every single time)
for me in the presence of my enemies
He anoints my head with oil
My cup overflows
Surely goodness...and mercy...will follow me all the days of my life
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for-EVER.
Amen. (pronounced Aye-Meee-in)

Sweet words I get to hear just about every night. When Maddie was born we included on her birth announcement the scripture from the Psalms about how "God has ordained praise from the lips of infants." It's so true. Her prayers, her heart for God, her honesty before the Lord all encourage me greatly.

Thank you, Lord for bringing me to worshiping You through my children. I could never have imagined the beauty.

Good night everyone.

For the second time, our pictorial directory photog had to cancel. This means huge headaches for Holly and Trina who end up having to make lots of calls and field even more questions. Oh well. Thankfully, our Saturday didn't have to be planned around the dreaded pictorial directory.

We went out to see how my mom's house was coming along. We were completely surprised! The walls were all up, windows in, and the roofers were putting on shingles. We walked through it and could just picture where everything would be placed. As we drove into the subdivision I tried to imagine my mom living in there. I can still not even picture it. It will be such an amazing thing to have her here! I just still can't believe it's happening.

I have forced myself not to write about the Olympics over the last few days, but trust me, I've been just as addicted. Wow! That relay race last night was so amazing. Sheryl's last words before the race were, "We're going to sleep right after this race, right?" I think my blood pressure had doubled and any sleepiness that once existed had now been replaced by adrenaline. It was awesome.

I also love track and field. I ran the 400 and mile relay way back when. I was a fast little booger back then, but have slowed as of late. Our male sprinters were really incredible. Great times and great form. Can someone please explain the fingernail thing with Deavers? What in the world. I know it's been her trademark, but that's just a little gross. Sorry to any fingernail lovers out there. I have struggled with biting my fingernails for years. It's like a feast to my eyes. Ok, I just grossed myself out.

This morning we are talking about the calling of the 12. Formative times in the ministry of Jesus. I am looking forward to it. I borrowed this from the Common Book of Prayer to use as a benediction today. I re-worded it a bit to make the language more understandable. I'll close with it.

We ask You, Almighty God, that the words which we have heard this day with our outward ears, may, through Your grace, be so grafted inwardly in our hearts, that they may bring forth in us the fruit of good living, to the honor and praise of Your Name; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Man, this week. All I can say is creamed corn. How's that for using code?

OK, so yesterday a good friend called me and told me he had some free tickets to the Wilson County Fair. I was pumped! I knew it would be a great way to have some fun in a week that's been otherwise. I used to count the days when I was a kid til the West Texas Fair happened in Abilene. Man, I still can remember getting sick as a dog on the Octopus ride. Gag.

So, we decided we'd get an early start and leave at 5pm. Hmmm, what else happens at 5pm? Anyone? Yes, rush hour. We sat in the car for what felt like hours while Maddie and Ella watched Sleeping Beauty. Maddie calls her "Sleeping Booty" which adequately described parts of me by the time we got there. It was all worth the wait! We had a blast. Carsen, Maddie, and Ella all were able to sit together on most of the rides. It was hilarious! My favorite was the rollercoaster where they all just had open mouths and Maddie raised her hands in the air and screamed.

There were also lots of animals for the kids to see and pet. Our girls really loved the baby pig. Sweet ol' pig. Someday I'll share some pig stories with you. That was a former life.

A couple of observations from the Wilson County Fair:

*The mullet is alive and well. (I tried to provide a link so you could see what a mullet is, if you've missed out on this very fashionable statement--but there were none clean enough.)

*If one were to capture the scent of the Wilson County Fair and bottle it--like the "new car scent", it could only be called "Fair Foul". I beseech you, if any of you have not invested in this nifty invention called DEODORANT, please, ask your local pharmacist.

*After 30+ years, a Fair diet consisting of only cotton candy, shaved ice, and a bloomin' onion will still leave you feeling nasty.

*Carnies. Enough said.

*A well intentioned female vocalist was completely murdering "I Can Only Imagine". She took the Reba approach. Bless.

*Somehow, Fair fun has made this weird transformation from actually enjoying a ride yourself to now enjoying it vicariously through your children. There really are few things better than watching your kids have the time of their lives.

*Rabbits, chickens, sheep, pigs, cows, and turkeys stink. There's really no getting around it. Wait, maybe that was the B.O.

*In case anyone wonders, they still have those fish bowls where you try and throw a ball in and if you get it in the bowl, you win the fish. What they neglect to tell you and what most young children come to discover after county fairs, those fish have a life expectancy of maybe 48 hours. At best.

*There's something about the lights, the games staff crying out for players, the sound of the rides operating, and the smell of corn on the cob that just breeds a childlike joy.

*That familiar ride home from the fair--exhausted, dirty, thankful, chatty, and ready for bed.

I recommend a visit to your local county fair. It's really fun and it will be something your kids won't forget. This weekend we have pictures for our Church pictorial directory. I have already heard stories. Maybe there'll be some good blog fodder coming in a day or so.

Have a great weekend, blog family!

This morning was Snoopy Day for Maddie at school. (Parent/child orientation) It was great! Dele Wilcher and Diana Reed will be her teachers. I love them so much and can't believe we have the gift of their love and teaching this year for Maddie.

I found this in the Common Book of Prayer today. I thought it was so great. I'll try and post more later if my day gets any less hectic.

For Church Musicians and Artists

O God, whom saints and angels delight to worship in heaven: Be ever present with your servants who seek through art and music to perfect the praises offered by your people on earth; and grant to them even now glimpses of your beauty, and make them worthy at length to behold it unveiled for evermore; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen

Wow--what an amazing relay swimming race last night! Incredible! Did I mention I am a junkie?

I began blogging about 5 months ago. I was in the middle of some pretty difficult stuff at OC during that time and while things have gotten better relationally, the year seems to have held that same kind of feel. It's probably been the hardest year of my adult life and definitely the hardest year ever with regards to work, ministry, etc. I look back and wonder if it might have been the Lord pushing me towards blogging through the use of several influential voices. I wonder if He knew I'd need a place of safety (well, some days!) to sort out all the stuff going on around me. I wonder if he knew I would come to rely on this blog community for wisdom and strength on hard days. It's a cool thing. I am thankful for you all and for your encouragement on the journey. Thanks for allowing me to use this method to vent and to express things that might not always be pleasant to read. Thank you for giving me extra measures of grace along the way. I have to believe that, somehow, God is using these blogs to allow us to talk about the deeper things of life and to encourage each other. I am always amazed as I search the net and read other blogs of friends like Donny, Stephanie, Chris Lockhart, Clarissa, Mike, Greg, Ty and others. The things being discussed are deep truths, sometimes struggles, always inspirational. It's not because any of us proclaim ourselves to be writers or authors--well, except for Mike and GT. I think the reason all these blogs (and there are many more than what I have listed here) are so awesome is because we get a peek inside regular lives on a journey with the Lord. Hopefully, the hard questions we all ask will be softened as Jesus says, "Come learn of me!" "My yoke is easy, my burden is light." "Come find rest for your souls."

We are siblings on a journey. Some days it's easier to blog about creamed corn than it is the harder issues that seem to cover me like a prickly blanket. I think that's ok. Creamed corn is just as much a part of the journey. It's mundane and wonderful. It's family, it's fellowship. Without the creamed corn type of blogs, I'd go insane.

Yesterday I had one of my major meetings that I have been dreading this week. It went pretty well. There was much to process last night. Sheryl amazes me. I mean, she is really incredible. She loves me more than I deserve. Her empathy and words of wisdom and understanding were so soothing last night. She is a treasure.

I have a lot on my heart to write regarding the meeting yesterday, but again, not blog appropriate. So, back to creamed corn. But seriously.

Tonight we are talking about holiness during our Retreat to the Creek time. I look forward to what Tim has to say. Next week we finish out the summer as we have for years with Phil Keaggy, a very wonderful man of God and a freak on the guitar. I always enjoy talking with Phil. There's a quiet presence of the Lord in Him. He is one of those guys who is amazingly gifted and yet seems to breed calm in those around him. That seems to be such a rare quality. I love his story. I love his wife, Bernadette. I am so thankful for his ministry and love of OC. If you're near Nashville and can make it next Wednesday, please come. 7pm!

I have rambled some today. Hope that's ok. God is good. That is something unchanging and something that anchors us all. We can count on it.

I am an Olympics junkie. There, I've confessed it. I can't get enough. My stomach muscles are sore from the anxiety each event brings. Men's gymnastics about sent me over the edge. What an amazing show by the Japanese! I just can't wait for Track and Field. If I could, I'd hermit myself off and just watch them all day. It's ridiculous.

I have been feeling extremely exhausted with regards to ministry. My friend and mentor Don Finto tells me that when I begin feeling that way it means I am doing things in my own strength and not in the Lord's. That is a constant battle for me. I go to the point of burn out and then gripe about being in burn out. When will I learn? (That's a rhetorical question, by the way!)

My friend, Jen Lemen writes about some of her struggle with church today. I related to much of what she was saying. I know it may sound crazy, but it's true. I have felt the need to push the "reset" button a lot lately. What that will look like for me is undetermined, but surely necessary.

There's so much talk out there about the church and what's good about it and what stinks. Several comments have been meaningful. Jen said something about wrestling with a love-hate relationship. I love the Church! When I first entered ministry, I had big dreams and bold initiatives to make some changes that seemed important. Perhaps they were. However, I remember one Sunday looking out at someone whose face was completely empty until we sang an old hymn. I had this epiphany that day. My role is a layered role. While it's good to challenge and boldly lead, it's better to love. If I am truly a music pastor that means that I must be sensitive to the needs of the flock. Is my most critical role to teach new songs? Is it to help churches start praise teams? Is it to stand up against the complacency that so infects our churches? Is it to bring the most creative special music, drama, or art to the table? I mean--the thought of all that exhausts me today. No--my role is to lift up the name of Jesus. Yes--all those things are helpful in doing that in certain ways. However, sometimes, the things take spotlight over Jesus.

I believe God loves the church. I believe in the power of community and witness. I believe in sharing in the hurts and victories of fellow followers of the Way. But, I am not convinced that our current method of doing things is the only way--or even the most God honoring way. In the end, whether I believe it or not, I am called to love. Love above all else. Love the idiosyncrasies, love the diversity, love the "progressives", love the "heel draggers", love the people who agree with my views and love those who don't. (As if my views were any kind of reference anyway!) The concept of love transcends modernity, post-modernity, and whatever will come after that. It truly is the stuff of Jesus. Now, the struggle comes in putting thoughts into action.

A couple of weeks ago our friend, Deanna Carney, brought us a bag full of goodies...fresh basil, rosemary, mint, and other great things for cooking. There was fresh blueberry-lime jelly and fresh corn off the cob from a Mennonite farm in Tennessee. We've been enjoying all of it, but tonight we had the corn. It was so great! It took me back to my great aunt Ruby's house in Groesbeck, TX. She would pick her corn from the garden and make creamed corn for dinner in a black skillet. It was unbelievable. This was every bit as good. THANK YOU, DEANNA!

I miss my aunt Ruby and the days of spending the 4th of July in Groesbeck hearing stories of urban legends and going out to the cemetery (yes, I'm serious) after dark just to get a good scare. This cemetery is where most of my paternal relatives dating back to my great grandparents are buried. It's very, very old, and has huge trees. The ultimate scary cemetery! One night my cousins and I begged my dad to drive us out there after dark so he put us all in the back of his pick up and away we went. Little did we know that my aunt Dot and uncle Sam were already out there hiding behind tombstones. Into the cemetery we drove...the fright was so thick you could cut it with a knife! My cousins and I huddled in the back of the truck laughing at ourselves and loving every second. All of a sudden my father slowed the truck and we were hearing these weird noises. These two large figures came out from behind a tombstone with sheets on. We screamed so loudly I am positive we woke several other dead people. My father had already locked the doors and we were screaming and beating on the roof of the truck cab. It was horrifying. And exhilarating! (This tells you something about my sick personality as a kid!) I don't think my dad ever got the dents out of his roof. I'm not even sure he totally wanted to. It was evidence of a scare well planned and executed.

In Aunt Ruby's back yard stood an old barn that looked at least 100 years old. It too provided many scary moments. We'd play hide-and-go-seek with my father. It was always all the kids against my dad and we were still outwitted. As we crept back to the barn we were all filled with complete terror from every story we'd heard about the things that "happened" there. (let's just say some colorful fibbing going on) It never failed that there would either be someone out there waiting for us or a really scary dummy dressed as a mean old man waiting around the corner. Some of my favorite memories were made visiting Groesbeck.

We've had a great day playing in the pool with the kids and just hanging out. Tomorrow I go back to the office and a very full day. I am so thankful for these few days to rest and enjoy the things that are most important to me.

Thank you, Lord, for my family. Thank you for such a rich heritage and so many wonderful memories. Thank you for my mom and dad who taught me to enjoy life. Thank you for my dad who played with me constantly growing up. Thank you that Maddie is asking about him. Thank you for Sheryl--for the joy she brings me and for the way she is a kid at heart too. Thank you for the way she loves the girls and me. Thank you for the way your love is poured out in our lives, Jesus. We need you and we are dependent on you. Have your way in our lives.

Two words...va-cation.

It's been so nice being out of our normal routine. Sheryl and I had a great weekend together. We stayed in Cool Springs at the Embassy Suites and saw a couple of movies and just had a great relaxing weekend together. This morning we went to Harpeth Community Church which was birthed out of Otter Creek 7 years ago. It is doing quite well. It was fun seeing old friends there. The worshp time was very meaningful and Chad Harrington, who was 10 when they left Otter Creek, led the communion thoughts this morning. I was so blessed by what he said. Chad leaves for Harding tomorrow. That just can't be possible.

Tonight we came back to Otter for the Children's Musical, "Holy Moses". The kids did a great job! Maddie and Ella enjoyed watching them. Julianne Cox and Annie Grace Netterville blew me away with their solos! What talent!

I have a week of conflict resolution coming my way. I'd really appreciate prayers for wisdom and discernment as I dive in head first this week. It's really not appropriate to blog about, but there are at least 3 different situations. What's the common denominator in all of them? ME. Hmmm...maybe this should tell me something.

One of the difficult things about blogging is that I really want to provide an honest approach to ministry, but what I am realizing is that most of what makes ministry difficult are the problems and issues behind the scenes--none of which are ever appropriate for public discussion. Those of you in ministry feel me on this. We are imperfect people walking a treacherous road of ministering to imperfect people. It can be a recipe for disaster. I think that's why Paul was so open about his own failings in Romans. How comforting to know that God's mercy covers all of us. As if we did any good without the entire glory and honor belonging to the Father. As if we ever have the right things to say without the help of the Holy Spirit. As if we can offer much of anything worthwhile in our own strength and effort apart from God. Such important things to remember as we all walk the road together.

I hope your weekend was enjoyable too. May God bless your Monday and be with those kids out there starting school. On that note, please be in prayer for Sarah Woodroof (Tim's daughter). Her roommate at ACU (I think her name is Sheralyn Halbert?) was killed in an automobile accident last night. Such a difficult loss for that family and for Sarah. We can't take anything for granted. Every day is a gift. I'm grateful for the sweet gift of time with Sheryl this weekend and with our girls today. God is good.

Great day off today. We went to the completely overwhelming Opry Mills Mall ( or as Sheryl calls it, Shopryland).

Last night we stayed up way too late visiting with Jeff and Anna Berry. Some friends are just so close it's as if no time has passed when you've been away for months at a time. What sweet fellowship we had! What a great night of worship last night! We were blessed by Jeff's leading.

We went to a new little hot spot over in east Nashville tonight where we find ourselves becoming repeat customers. It's called the Rose Pepper Cantina. Any of you Nashvegas types out there would love this place. Live jazz, outdoor seating, amazing Mexican food, and cool surroundings. Thanks to Lea Brown for turning us on to Rose Pepper!

Our 6th wedding anniversary is this weekend (15th). We decided a while back to go somewhere without kids for the weekend and we have been really looking forward to it. As the time grew closer, we grew less and less excited about any kind of road trip and equally depressed at the thought of airfare. So, in keeping with our original agreement to go out of town, we are driving 15 miles down the road to Franklin. HA! We are so excited about it. People keep asking us where we're spending our anniversary. We just reply... "Cool Springs". (or as people in Tennessee say it... "Coo(no L) Sprangs". We can't wait to have just a fun weekend to sleep in, watch movies, swim, and enjoy being together. I'm a blessed man. I remember the very first time I heard the voice of Sheryl Rathbun. I was traveling with a group from ACU and she was traveling with a group from Rochester College (MCC back then). We were in Nashville, of all places. I heard her singing a solo and about dropped my teeth. Unreal. I married that girl. The Lord's hand was definitely in that one. She transferred to ACU as I was leaving. She moved to Nashville before I even lived here. We didn't even live in the same city until 1995. What a plan we see in retrospect. We've been through some really hard things and are stronger for them. I admire my wife. I love my wife. I can't believe how beautiful she is. She is a woman to be honored. She is such an amazing mother to our children. She hurts when people hurt. She laughs with all her might--even when I'm not so funny. She has more creative juice in her pinky finger than I have in my entire being. I am one blessed dude.

I won't blog again till the weekend sometime. I hope you all have a great week. One last thing, Maddie has been cracking me up using this phrase lately-- "When you get little..." She hears us say, "When you get bigger, blah blah blah". So now she's begun saying things like "Daddy, when you get little you can sleep in my bed if you want" or "Mommy, when you get little you can wear my dress". What a great perspective! She's fine with where she is--she's in no hurry. In fact, she's inviting us to stop acting like getting bigger is some great deal.

So, here's what I want when I get little. I want my go cart back and I want to spend every Saturday riding in the neighbors' yards (what was I thinking??!!). I want to crawl back up in my dad's lap and have him scratch my back one last time. I want to sit at my beloved Aunt Dot's bright red player piano singing Rubber Ducky with all my favorite cousins. I want to be in my Christmas pajamas huddled around the fire on Christmas Eve with my father dramatically reading "Twas the Night Before Christmas". I want to have nothing better to do than to be 3 years old in our front yard with my mom petting our dog and picking flowers. I want to spend the night in the tree house in our back yard out in the country. That's what I'm planning to do "when I get little".

Today will be a great day. I am declaring it! There is much to celebrate today.

1. I had vocal therapy this morning and it went very well. (I'm working mainly on my speaking voice)
2. Tonight we have Jeff Berry in a wonderful night of worship! His whole band couldn't make it, but Jeff Giddens (an Otter Creeker who is now at ACU) is playing with him this summer on the road and will be here to play guitar with JB on keyboards. It's a highlight for us. I think this might be the 7th summer we've had him. It's a treat! Jeff and Anna are staying with us so we'll have plenty of visit time. We go waaaaay back. Jeff's sister, Kristen, and I stayed at the same babysitter's house when we were 4. We have known each other a long time...even though he is MUCH older than me. Kidding. Jeff and I even worked at the famed Jeffory's Village Peddler together back in those college days. Jeff was at Baylor and would work holidays. We had probably too much fun. I am really proud of what he has done with his life and talents. He started the huge Grace Bible study in Abilene combining students from all three major Universities. There are around 2000 kids from all different denominations who worship together with Jeff and his band every Tuesday night. He tours through the summers and a good bit of the year. His lovely wife, Anna, is also an Abilene girl and a friend from way back. I am excited that they'll be with us tonight. Jeff is a GIFTED worship leader. If you don't have any of his worship CDs--check out his website. They are some of my very favorite worship CDs.
3. This morning I think Maddie got confused between the words "too" and "two". I told her I loved her too and she started telling me she "loved me twice." I kinda like that!
4. I am eating lunch at Baja Burrito--a trendy California Burrito style place where you're sure to see all manner of people and interesting sights (my second very favorite Nashville restaurant)-- with the staff to honor all our summer interns.
5. I am getting a much needed hair cut.
6. Today is like Friday for me since I am off the rest of the week to celebrate our anniversary!

I wrote the top part of this before lunch and hair cut and didn't have time to finish. I must add a section here about getting said hair cut. Last time I went, I had recently gotten a certain addition to my left ear in the upper cartilage. I have neglected to blog about said addition for fear of being excommunicated by Leviticus loving brethren. Anyway--if you can even keep reading after that shocking announcement, the last time I was in there this very weathered, older, African American woman was new on the job back in the hair washing dept. She literally tried to murder my ear. I am not making this up. I honestly let out a yelp that was completely involuntary after she seemed to try and pull said addition out of my ear (because she was being rough and even after asking her to please be careful on that side--forgot). I was determined as I went in today to get one of the other nice ladies who have washed my hair a thousand times before. I walked into the back room and they were all washing hair except for...you guessed it...Ear Murderer. She approached me (I wish I could underscore this with music). There were two basic choices. Either I run, or I take one for the team. Since I fancy myself a team player at times, I decide to go with that. I also didn't want to offend the nice ear murderer. I sat down and she began her work. Sure enough..about 5 seconds in, YANK..."YEEEOOOWW!"..."I'm so sorry, I saw that and forgot it was there." (now that just doesn't make sense)

The other "technique" used by Ear Murderer is what I call the scrub-til-every-hair-is-gone plan. The woman appears to be small and somewhat fragile. Not so. She went at my head like you would take an SOS pad to a pan caked with cheese and tomato sauce. I wanted to say, "Excuse me, Ear Murderer, have you noticed that I am in need of every last hair I have left??!!" But, I didn't. I thanked her, tipped her and went on my painful journey to Billy's chair to get my the cut. He and I laughed about it, but I just know that I will be dreading my next trip. I can already see it in my mind...walking this dream-like narrow hall to the hair washing place and seeing Ear Murderer there with soapy hands in the air laughing in an evil manner..."Waaa-Haaa-Haaa!!"

Have a great Wednesday! I wish you could all be with us tonight as we raise the roof in worship. We should plan a blog reunion sometime. Maybe Stephanie should plan that...and invite the kids.

Clearly, I am an idiot. It comes as little surprise to anyone who knows me well. :) In venting yesterday about my current state of mind regarding our kids and how to have any meaningful time in a small group setting, I fear my words might have been misunderstood. I just want to say publicly, in no way was I making light of any desire or idea to do something meaningful in those small group times. In fact, what I was trying to say is how much I agonize over the fact that it seems impossible to do such things. It was a Calgon Take Me Away moment that seems to have backfired a bit. I enjoyed reading all of your comments. Good words and good advice. I am sure there will be more blog-worthy stuff in the coming weeks about the direction we'll take with these things.

This morning I am doing the staff devotional on the first chapter of Proverbs. It's been good to read. The importance of seeking wisdom is critical to our spiritual health. The words in Proverbs the first chapter are pretty pointed, actually. Knowledge, in and of itself, is useful to a point. However, Proverbs tells us that the beginning of knowledge--first and foremost--is the fear and honor of the Lord. It's only through that relationship that knowledge will really take the transforming power it's meant to have in our lives. "Fools despise knowledge and discipline." I think when we get it aligned under relationship, knowledge and discipline fall in line a whole lot easier. There's a desire to know God, to know how to live how He wants. There's a stronger urge to discipline ourselves to spend time with Him, to re-shape our lives according to His will and purpose. The book of Proverbs is about worship in action. Making wise decisions. Following God with intention. It's the Holy Spirit who draws us in and helps us make those changes. It's by His voice that we are taught, soothed, comforted, prodded, and nurtured. As we embrace the Holy Spirit, the Word comes to life in new and exciting ways! Here's a verse from William How (1823-1897) that I would like to close with this morning.

O Word of God incarnate
O Wisdom from on high,
O Truth unchanged, unchanging,
O Light of our dark sky;
We praise You for the radiance
That from the hallowed page,
A lantern to our footsteps,
Sines on from age to age.

I have some new pics of the kids and such. These were taken over the weekend at home and at the park where we celebrated Nathan Fite's New foot. Click here

Life Group last night was interesting. We had several who couldn't make it, but we were still almost outnumbered by kids. We've tried a bunch of different methods. We went through an agency to hire sitters for a while, but they charge a fee for placement and then the rates per child are rather expensive. It got to where not everyone wanted to leave their children because it was costly and then Sheryl and I ended up paying the bill. That happened several weeks in a row and we decided to nix the college baby sitter. It's weird. This agency is run through Lipscomb and employs a lot of the college students we know. The trick is, they can't work outside the agency--so we end up having to put up with the fees and red tape. It's the babysitting Mafia.

We've tried switching adults in watching the kids. Again, it's too much. I think everyone is so ready to be there and enjoy that it's difficult to commit to that.

Then there are the children. If these kids were a little older, they might be more easily corralled. It's virtually impossible for them to want to sit through the worship time. Here's why--we have Kit (5), Maddie (3), Mack (3), Anna Kate (2), Ella (1), Christian (1), Lettie Jane (1), and Champ (9mo). These ages aren't the best for sitting and worshiping. At one point last night, it was as though the cry fairy had dropped her poisonous dust on every small child in our house...especially Ella who must have been dealing with some teething issues or something. The dogs in the neighborhood were even howling (well, maybe not, but I wouldn't have been surprised!) Maybe we can look for someone who would be willing to come keep our kids upstairs in the play room while we do our thing. We just haven't had any luck in finding that person.

There have been times on this journey where I have been frustrated at this stage of life...like when Maddie was on the verge of talking for what seemed like 35 months and could only say, "uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" over and over and over! (That's where Ella presently finds herself) You've read many posts from me saying how awesome and fun these years are. They are! I don't want to miss a second with my children. But--the challenges of finding small group intimacy are real and ever present in those times too. It's all worth it, I just needed to vent a bit.

Some of the singles in our group have made some great suggestions for things to do in our worship time--like turn the lights off, have some candles and go through a series of intimate worship disciplines. Great ideas...but I just had to laugh at the thought. It's like that Hallmark commercial where the romantic music swells and the nice couple sits at dinner gazing into one another's' eyes when all of a sudden a big pile of spinach or something is catapulted onto one of their noses and you realize the kids are there and the romantic music dies and we're able to hear the real sounds of the chaos in the room.

The approach I have taken with this is that our kids are a part of us. We spent a year out of life group before this because there was no where to go with our kids. We've told people as they've come to our group that we embrace all ages. So--when the screaming or crying begins we'll smile and keep singing--or just stop and laugh at the chaos. That's been good for a while, but it's time for a change. Either it's time for a change or I need to readjust my expectations for those times. The trouble is...the mom's usually get the hardest job. I usually lead the group so Sheryl is stuck with the kids. There have been times we've switched, but it's never easy.

Ok--thanks for letting me vent a little today. I don't like sounding so negative, but then again, I am reminding myself that when I decided to start this blog thingy, I wanted to be as honest as possible. As my good pal D says- "Life's not always rainbows and lollipops, Brandon." True dat.

Thanks for reading. Feel free to advise. (Laughing to myself--as if any of us in the blog community need permission to advise!)

Have a great Monday!

Praise God for steam cleaners! My mom got us a Bissell for Christmas and we have loved it! This morning, months worth of dirty foot prints, Bear hair, dropped candy, spilled coke and juice, and who knows what else was miraculously lifted from the carpet by this wonderful contraption. It's amazing how a little thing like clean carpet puts everyone in a great mood! I'm so glad Sheryl took the initiative to take the thing out of the garage today!

We went to the pool this afternoon. It was so fun! Sheryl is the pro at packing everyone up and getting all 900 neccessary things from home to the pool. Maddie and Ella made some buddies and I got to play Shark Attack with them. Has anyone seen the previews for that new movie where the tourist scuba divers get left in the middle of the ocean? Completely freaks me out to even think about it.

This afternoon after the girls arise from their beauty and anti-monster naps, we plan to go to the park to celebrate Nathan Fite's new foot. Nathan, as you may recall, lost his foot in a horrible accident when his dad accidentally backed over him with a lawn mower. It was such a difficult thing, but such a testament to real community how their life group and many from our church came to their sides. Nathan is so pumped about his new foot and loves showing it off! His parents are throwing a party today for everyone to come and celebrate. Isn't that a great way to handle things? I love parties.

Last night our friend Kyle Rigsby ended up eating dinner with us and playing cards. It's so cool to have a life group of mixed demographics. Kyle is a mid 30's single-again guy who is a part of our home group. We have several singles, some close to marriage, some married folks without kids, and some who are old pros now at raising kids. It's neat to see everyone together. Our girls adore Kyle, Amanda, Eve, Aunt Kiki, Reco, and Trayce. There's something about their singleness that affords them time and energy and our girls love it. Of course, Paul and Jill, Jeff and Christy, Rick and Jane Ann, Jason and Alisha, and Jody and Stephanie also rate high marks with them. When everyone comes over, Mack and Maddie usually hit their routine of chasing each other in circles. What is it about running in circles that is so exciting? And...Ella attacks Christian McInturff. Bless him.

We've had a couple of weeks off from Life Group and tomorrow night we'll be back together. I think we are going to start trying to share some communion together in those times. It seems really close to what the Church is supposed to be--breaking bread together, sharing lives, laughter, tears, struggles, remembering Christ, and worshiping the Father. I'm more convinced that those settings are closer to what we're supposed to do than anything else. No one thinks twice when Trayce prays over someone. No one blinks when we pull out the guitar and I play piano and we worship. No one is interested in out dressing anyone else. There is openness for new comers. Seekers are more than welcome and would, hopefully, be made to feel very at home. There is fertile ground for sharing heartache--without an invitation song. The Word is shared and lives are touched. Relationships happen. Community happens. I really like it. I'd love to hear about some of your small groups and what's working well.

Have a great weekend. I'll be thinking about all of you in the morning as we join in celebrating the Lord--wherever we may meet.

We are enjoying somewhat of a weird cooling trend here in Nashville this weekend. It will only be in the mid 70s today and shouldn't get above 81 all weekend. It makes me think about my days in Dallas when it would get so hot there were ozone warnings. Seriously.

My mom sent some fun books for Maddie and Ella yesterday. She has been a children's Literature specialist for many years--which is so nice for our kids. Her work with the National Center for Children's Illustrated Literature has been such a blessing for her and for them. Authors and illustrators from all over come and showcase their work. We have so many really cool autographed books for the girls as a result of her work there. The latest care package we got yesterday had several Berenstain Bears books. Maddie and Ella loved them!

Perspective. In the grand scheme, There are things that call me to what's important to me. It can even be little things like laughing at Maddie calling a jump rope a "jumper-loop". Or, as she did last night, telling me that I had "stinky feet". Listening to Sheryl talk on the phone with grave concern over someone dear to her and seeing her agonize over their current state of being. Talking to my long time roommate and best man on the phone as he and his wife wait on the Lord and try to put their hearts at rest with regard to expanding their family. Walking through the door and hearing Ella screaming "DAH DAH!!". Watching people hurt all around me. It brings one to consider the things most important.

I listen to people talking about election, bantering non-stop with each opinion obviously trumping the other.

I listen to people dismiss the importance of connecting with this future generation calling it a "phase" or a "bump in the road".

I hear close friends talk about church related things with increasingly more angst and cynicism...and often times, rightly so.

I see more and more people hungering for deeper faith and deeper truth. And I see more and more people content with status quo.

There is a struggle going on. Is it any different than what's been happening for centuries? Maybe. These are new times. We are getting to a point where we are no longer a Judeo Christian culture. The things we have taken for granted can no longer be assumed.

If you've ever seen the Igniter Video's we use in many of the ZOE conferences and worship times, you need to check out volume 2 that's recently been produced. An old ACU buddy, Rob Thomas, is creating great things with this. Volume 2 has a classic--CLASSIC--clip on there called Christians of Genius. Check it out. It's a hilarious look at how we use our dumb Christian-ese. I think you can even watch a bit of it on the Zoe site.

OK--enough from me today. Have a great Friday everyone!

My Mom had a cool posting on her blog today. She talked about school supplies. It really took me back.

My weakness in school supplies was always the cool lunch boxes. It still is. I think I bought one for Maddie when she was 1 1/2. She marched off to school last year with her very sweet Madeline lunch pail. I was tempted to buy her a new one when we were at Six Flags a few weekends ago. But, our budget for that trip kept me from it.

What was your favorite lunch pail back in Elementary School? Maybe it was a cool Star Wars lunch box. I think I had one or two of those. Maybe for you girls out there it was a Wonder Woman lunch box. Or Maybe for those children of the late 70's /early 80's it was a Muppets lunch box. I know I had one.

Ahhh. Back to school. Memories of fall. Football games, new uncomfortable school clothes, locker combinations. Any stories to share?

Feeling a little better this morning. Slowly but surely. Being back at work this morning reminds me of those awful days in school where you'd get sick and then even the thought of homework piling up made you want to die a quick death.

It's hard to believe summer is almost over. Maddie starts school in another week and a half. The college students will soon be filling our pews again. Every commercial on TV reminds us that it's time to shop for school supplies. By the way...anyone else notice that JC Penny has gone totally ghetto this year? What's the deal?

I was reading a section of Brian McLaren and Tony Compolo's book Adventures in Missing the Point. Brian writes that we Christians often choose to either be completely of the culture or completely isolated from culture. Both are equally damaging in our witness to the the world. Brian says, "Jesus invites us to remember our identity and mission. He wants us to join him in entering the world to enjoy and celebrate all that's good--and to seek to transform all that's not."

I'll close with one section that I thought was especially powerful.

Consider Jesus:
*He was sent into the world as a seeker of lost treasures, a doctor to sick
people, a friend to the friendless. Do we share his mission?

*He was an expression of God's love for the world. Could we be called the
same?

*He wants to redeem and save the cultures of the world. Do we similarly
respect and love the world's diverse cultures?

*He attended parties and so was accused of being drunk and a glutton,
companion on tax collectors and other sinners. Are we too isolated to be
similarly accused?

Still feeling awful today. I finally bit the bullet and went to the doctor. Once the medicine takes effect, I should be good to go.

Have you ever written an email in haste and sent it only seconds later wishing you could reach through cyber space to retrieve it? Email comes with all sorts of downsides. You can't read voice inflection. Sarcasm is difficult to determine. You can react in a knee-jerk moment and have it recorded for all time.

Well, I was the recipient of an email that I am hoping was written under that kind of influence. It was extremely generalizing in nature and used some pretty pointed words.
I am hoping that once feelings are put to words, the tension will dissipate some. But, either way, it will be better handled in person than through email.

Communication can be so challenging. It's so much easier to settle for communicating through voice mail or email--especially in challenging situations. I've been guilty of it myself. Just because it's easier does not mean it's best. This is a lesson I need to keep learning--and that I am learning from the opposite end this time.

On a lighter note, potty training stinks. Pardon the pun. We stopped about every 10 minutes last night in the van because Maddie kept telling us she needed to go. We'd get her out of the seat and let her sit on her little potty. FINALLY, she went. Too bad this type of thing isn't instantaneous!

Our dear friends, Ryan and Sarah Williamson, are moving back to TN. The Williamsons have been an adopted family for many years. Sheryl and I are thrilled that we will be in the same city again. I know it's a loss for Pepperdine, but we are thankful!

As I look ahead to the next 6 months I realize that my mom will be here, the Williamsons will be here, and...AND...we will FINALLY have a Blue Bell Creamery here. It has been a long 9 years in a dry and weary land without my dear ol' Texas Blue Bell ice cream. It truly is "the best ice cream in the country"! (My friends at Purity Dairies hopefully aren't reading this.)

What more could a guy ask for? If everyone had Blue Bell, there'd be no nasty email messages, no war, no drugs, no crime. It's really not an overstatement.

Have a happy and HEALTHY Wednesday.

I am feeling awful. I came up for staff meeting but I am about to head back home and go back to bed. I just wanted to share this recent BST moment with you. (anyone who knows me well knows what a BST moment is...not unlike a "senior moment")

Setting: sharing a meal with two close friends at Las Palmas in Nashville. Enter a very nice couple from Otter Creek who I have known for years.

Brandon: Hi guys! How's it goin?
couple: great--so glad to see you.
Brandon: I want you to meet my friends. This is Daniel Green and Brian Hoppes. Perhaps you've met them--they also go to Otter Creek.
couple: yes, we've seen you before. Nice to meet you!
Brandon: guys, this is Dennis and Brenda Haer.
Marcus (aka Dennis): Um, that's Marcus
Brandon: How embarrassing! I am so sorry--of course that's your name. What was I thinking? I don't even know a Dennis.
Daniel: Um, except for my dad (who I definitely know)--his name is Dennis.

enter awkward silence.

Moments like these can't be bought. Geez. I could blame it on the fact that I was sick. I could tell you I never make those kinds of mistakes. But, the reality is, dumb things come out of my mouth pretty much all the time. There are more stories--enough to fill a book. This would rate waaaaaaaay down the list as most embarrassing. However, it's most recent, so I thought I would share. Anyone else have a recent embarrassing moment to share?

Three things tonight to add...

One very important. Our Maddie, who has always gone about things in her own fashion and at her own speed, decided today was the day to "put the pee-pee in the potty". Can I get a hallelujah??

Second, a great quote I heard yesterday from Eve Clevenger that I must incorporate. Eve told us her mom would always say, "If you're going to laugh about something eventually, you might as well laugh about it now." I love that.

Sheryl is out with friends at a movie. I got to read and pray with the girls tonight. Maddie read me The Mommy Book, The Daddy Book, and Brown Bear. She did a great job! Ella and Maddie both sat on my lap and we prayed together. I may sound like a broken record, but it's those types of moments I pray will stay etched in my mind. Precious.

Now, I'm off to bed with my friends--Sudafed Cold and Tylenol PM. Nite nite.

We had a great day in Birmingham. What a great group of people! It was so fun to see old friends too. Lynn Anderson has been a father figure for many many years...back to childhood days. His son and I competed against each other in High School track, he was the preacher at Highland for many years, then at Preston Rd. where I attended some in the mid nineties, and has remained a dear friend ever since. It was great seeing him and other Abilene buds like David Wray, Joey Cope and Charlie Siburt. I also got to visit some with Greg Miles and Kip Long, two worship leaders I really love.

The worship time was powerful--not because of anything we did. It was evident that people had come with a sense of holy expectancy. The Spirit of God was in that place. It made me think this morning about how different all of our churches would be if we came like that every single week. With a sense of anticipation wondering what God will do in our midst today. Too often Sunday mornings are more like a programmed response.

I couldn't resist kissing Maddie this week and have, in turn, come down with her cold. Last night I had the whole chill, snotty, overall yucky sensation. This morning will be interesting. I have a great team today and plan on relying on them a lot.

I am thankful for a safe trip yesterday, but more thankful that we experienced such a blessing from God in worshiping with our extended family in Birmingham. Blessings to all of you. It was so cool to finally meet TL,and DJG who often comment. It's weird how this blog community feels so much like home. It was great seeing Ed Harrell and Craig Kelley and others who were such an encouragement in visiting afterwards. I am grateful to the Lord for all of you!

Have a great Sunday!

Birmingham here we come!

Please pray for our safety today. The Lord bless your weekend!

BST

Things I've learned in the past 24 hours:

1. Prayers really make a difference. There's been a major break through it seems with Aaron and Laney in Phoenix. As John Kerry would say (insert shiver here), "Help is on the way!"

2. There's no way to make a hard day better like eating at P. F. Chang's. I admit, I am in a stage right now where I don't like taking our kids to restaurants. Period. However, there's something about Chang's--maybe the dim lighting, maybe the sedative we give them before hand, not sure. It was awesome last night. Mmmmm. Lettuce wraps and Chang's spicey chicken!

3. I am a closeted reality show junkie. However, there's no show any more dumb than Big Brother or Fear Factor. Please.

4. Having a potential Vice President with a bundle of personality and a John Ritter face does not make John Kerry's sweating and foaming at the mouth any more appealing. Has anyone seen the old movie, Broadcast News? It made me think of that. I also used to have a professor in college (no names to protect the innocent foamers) who had that nasty foamy stuff gather in the corners of his mouth. Eventually, it would slide toward the front and end up stringing from top to bottom lip with every phrase. My gag reflex was in full bloom. You're welcome.

5. The best thing I heard out of Kerry's mouth last night went something like this..."we as Americans need to not think of God being on OUR side, but we need to try to be on GOD'S side."  He had some other good things to say, foamy as it may have been.

6. Why does every politician think the thumbs-up wave is the best way to go? I mean, couldn't someone try something new...maybe like the Wiggles? A little point and cheesy wiggle might do some good. You never know.

7. When cracking an egg in preparation for scrambling, be sure not to  A: crack too hard or B: not be wearing socks. Because in my case A+B= egg yolk running between the toes. You're welcome again.

8. When planning a date night for you and your spouse, be sure to go to the CORRECT restaurant this time where the gift card will actually work. We're giving it one more shot tonight after carefully studying the gift card!

9. When my Ella takes her passy out to kiss Bear (our very lovable dog) and then offers those same lips to me for a kiss...always take it. Also, as Maddie very plainly points out, "Bear's not a bear, she's a dog."

10. I am a man in desperate need of God's filling and guidance. I will never cease in needing that.

Have a great weekend, everyone! Please pray for us as we travel to Birmingham. I am excited about that time. I'm using some of my buddy, Rob Thomas's, awesome--AWESOME--DVDs. They are incredibly impactful. If you're a worship minister or any minister, for that matter, you need to check these out. ZOE Worship and Igniter Videos. Love on your family this weekend. Treasure the time together.

I sat yesterday with a couple I married not even two years ago. I love both of them deeply. We were there to witness them talking through their impending divorce. It was heart breaking. I kept thinking back to their wedding and how they had  7 couples on stage surrounding them as witnesses who would hold them accountable. Did we? Have we gone the extra mile to really walk with them through difficulties? Have we said the hard things that needed to be said? I think the answer is mostly yes. But it gave me great sadness to sit at that table and think back on their beautiful wedding night. I've married 6-7 couples and this was the first time I had experienced this.

Last night went well. We talked about honoring your parents and spouse--even in times when they aren't acting honorable. Some great stuff there. Julie Woodroof spoke about her father and how difficult it was to read those passages in Ephesians when here father didn't seem like an honorable man. He is now a Christian and loves the Lord, but it was good to hear that from Julie. I know many people are in that place.

I am busily preparing for Birmingham this weekend. ZOE is going out to sing at The National Shepherd's Conference. Not the sheep kind. :) I am looking forward to worshiping with them and everyone else from the Birmingham area. I'm also looking forward to the van trip. Those are always hilarious.

I got the finished mastered copy of the CD yesterday. I am mostly pleased. There are some things that are really bugging me, but it's always that way. I love jamming out to Blessed Be the Name of the Lord. Sheryl sounds absolutely incredible on the East Mountain South song--gracious, am I married to her??!! I have a lot to do in regards to folio and getting that ready. Whew--seems like the deadlines never end.

The replies on the cell phone posting were great! Jon--you cracked me up! Stay tuned, for one day I plan to write another post about email forwards. Basically, if your email tells me at some point that my spiritual health will be endangered unless I pass it on to 350 of my closest friends... "delete"!!! Or...as one I got yesterday stated,

For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us....go ahead and delete this. For the rest of us.....pass this on.

Need I say more? Please! We all live with enough guilt trips as it is! Have a nice day. And if you really want to have a nice day, you'll tell 139 people about this blog and ZOE. Otherwise, good luck.  
 

Yesterday my buddy, Jen Lemen who writes a lot about emerging culture and faith, posted a great quote that I thought I would share with you.

"Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face." George Eliot

I have such a great relationship with my mom. I also enjoyed a wonderful relationship with my dad who has now been gone almost 13 years. There are many who don't. I am grateful for their desire to be intentional in their love and guidance.

My  mom wrote a cool blog yesterday reflecting on my growing up years and all the friends who came in and out of our house. While I may not have had any blood siblings, I had a lot of friends who stuck closer than brothers. I am blessed!

This month at Retreat to the Creek we are talking about family. Tonight we will be in Ephesians considering Paul's admonition to honor our parents, husbands, and wives. We'll have some cool stations set up to help people think through this and even write out a prayer honoring their mate or parent.

My mother is a Spirit-filled woman of God. She is a gifted speaker, pray-er, and minister...not to mention an amazing cook! She loves to read God's Word. She loves to love on people. She gives beyond her means. She loves music. She is incredibly affirming. She treasures her family.

My father was a man with a heart larger than he could handle. He loved people--sometimes to a fault. He mentored people. He had compassion. He was fair. He loved me and gave a lot of his time for me. He was a gifted teacher, administrator, artist, storyteller, and Elder. He loved music. He was an amazing affirming presence in my life. He treasured his family.

My wife is a woman whose beauty outside is only surpassed by her inner beauty. She is a compassionate woman of God. She is attentive to the Holy Spirit. She is forgiving and loving. She loves truth. She is a gifted artist, singer, worship leader, mother, seamstress, cook...the list goes on and on. She loves me. She loves our kids. She is protective and cautious in all the best ways. She is spontaneous and extravagant in all the best ways. She treasures her family.

If you have a moment, leave a comment here and honor your mother, father, or spouse.

I would like to bring up the subject of cell phone etiquette. I know...it's a sensitive subject. Anyone who knows me knows that I will probably have a tumor in my ear from all the cell phone usage. Honestly, it's what helps me juggle two full time gigs and keep up with people in my ministry at the same time. However, there are certain things about cell phone usage I feel compelled to call into question.

First, why do people need to have their cell phones on during church? OK--let me re-phrase that. In the event that someone is deathly ill, a wife is extremely pregnant, or the world is coming to an end, there's this thing I like to call "vibrate". Some phones may have a "silence" function. Either way, can we all agree to turn our phones off for one little hour on Sunday mornings, or at the very least, turn it on silence?? How many Sundays have we endured sitting and listening to some phone go off for what seems like minutes playing either some classical tune or some loud obnoxious ring? In St. Louis at the ZOE conference, during one of the main sessions, a phone rang. and rang. and rang. I prefer to think that the person was so lost in worship that they didn't notice...either that or they thought it was someone else's.

When we did the live recording at OC, phones and babies were in abundance (as were a couple of folks who seized the opportunity to sing a solo into an audience mic). So, when we did the RE-recording in Abilene at the Paramount Theatre, John Mays, my co-producer went out on stage and went through this hilarious routine about cell phones. He took his out and held it up and had everyone hold theirs up and together turn them off. Guess what we heard half way through the night? Yep...ring-a-ling-a-ling! Unbelievable.

Secondly, when at lunch with someone, leave your cell phone in the car, OR on silence. Am I the only one who feels dumb sitting at a table with someone jabbering away on their cell phone? I admit, I usually have mine with me and usually only Sheryl can get through. But even at that, when I answer, I'll tell her I am at lunch with someone and she knows what that means. We have a pretty good system worked out there. She knows she can almost always get through to me, but she's also great about respecting that time.

Thirdly, when on your cell phone in public...grocery store, airport, mall, restaurant, etc...remember that you are only talking to the person on the other line. How many of us have encountered the "loud talkers" out there who like everyone to know that they indeed are talking on a cell phone. It's nothing short of a one act play...peels of laughter, dramatic "NO's!", etc.

Finally, when in a meeting, all of the above applies. This scenario is what prompted me writing about this today. (Sorry for the soap box!) I went to a meeting yesterday with my mom's real estate agent, the contractor of the subdivision and the builder of her new house. It was one of those tedious meetings where we had to go over plans to make sure all the specs had made it into the floor plan and electrical plan. Both the contractor and the builder got calls about every 5 minutes...and took them. The builder had one of those completely annoying phones--the walkie-talkie kind. After about the 8th call, and that's no overstatement, Jerry (Mom's agent) and I looked at each other and just shook our heads and laughed. It was ridiculous. It was about 45 minutes into the meeting before we even got to doing what we were there to do.

Yes, cells phones are amazing. I am personally thankful for mine and for the way it helps me stay in touch and get things done along the way. I am thankful that if anything happens to Sheryl or the kids or my mom that I can be found and can rush to help. However, cell phones have taken multi-tasking to an all new annoying level. It's ridiculous to have to make announcements or power point slides in church begging people to silence or turn off cell phones. It's insane to sit at a lunch with someone jabbering away to someone else on his or her cell phone. It's rude to be called to a meeting where 70% of the time is spent waiting while others answer and talk on cell phones.

My plea is for simple common sense and courtesy. While this blog is written with a little tongue in cheek sarcasm, I'm sure you can agree with me about the need for some cell phone sensitivity and courtesy out there. And, if you see me doing any of these things, please slap me.

Thank you all for your encouragement. Today is a new day.

Maddie, Ella, Sheryl and I played a while this morning before Maddie and I went to the office for a bit so I could listen to an mp3 of the last song to be mixed. Afterwards, we played at McDonalds for a while. I must say that I have had this love/hate relationship with the golden arches. Their french fries used to rock, until we all found out they killed people at the age of 25. Now, after the documentary, SUPERSIZE ME, came out I can hardly stand to eat there. However, recently I discovered their most excellent grilled chicken sandwich and apples. Go Mickey D's!

Maddie is a funny girl. Karin Hensley handed down this very nice red corduroy Christmas dress with Christmas trees and things stitched on the front. For some reason a few days ago Maddie found it and refuses to take it off. She sleeps in it--CORDUROY--plays in it, puts her Disney costumes on OVER it...it's ridiculous.

There are some folks very dear to me going through some difficult things in their marriages. Three couples I care deeply about are on the verge of divorce. I hate it when things like this hit all at once...and to people we love. Tim said some great things yesterday about habits. We are creatures of habit. We get in the habit of saying certain things or nothing at all to our spouse. We can, if we're not careful, slowly let the flame flicker. Who knew back in our 20's that it would be so easy to allow that to happen? Watching some of what is happening around me has made me so grateful again to be married to Sheryl. We have our faults and issues, for sure, like everyone. But, God has given us so much and we are trying to remember that as we love each other every day. Maybe we should all commit today to telling our mate exactly what we feel--without letting them assume we love them or adore them. Let's tell them and show them! Some of us just need to start the conversation and see what happens. Satan is the great deceiver. He would love for us all to blow off times like that thinking it's too cheesy or unnecessary.

What ways are you finding that work in expressing your love and devotion to your spouse?

Sunday-continued

I came to the office this morning to find an email from what I like to call a "spiritual terrorist". Guys who write for trash mags like Contending for the Faith and Spiritual Sword and things like that. Over time, I have made a pledge to the Lord that I would not waste time reading any of that mess. It's sinful and divisive...not to mention gossipy. If I want that, I'd much rather read something like People. But seriously.

I don't want to mention any names, but there is one writer in particular who seems to have made ZOE and me his pet project. Basically, the guy is really out there somewhere. He writes paragraph upon paragraph about ZOE and how it relates (in his mind) to Greek gods of fertility, the Beast, and all other manner of wackiness. Today he wrote me and it was more of the same. I do confess to all of you that I stopped by the website about concerned members or something (in direct rebellion from my pledge) because someone had told me there were a lot of things on there about ZOE and OC. I was wrong to look and was wrong to email the writer. I know better.

I know those of you in ministry understand those days. You get a "you're going down to the bad place" type letter and then have to be about your work of ministry to people. Ministry is hard. It's an exercise in making yourself vulnerable almost daily. Some ministers out there gave up on that a long time ago. I can understand why. But, I really attempted to not give this guy any satisfaction by letting it affect me this morning.

In rehearsal, I found myself struggling to maintain good humor. Things that normally roll off hit harder and more personally today. After sound check I had the team spread out through the sanctuary and pray for those coming--to get our minds around what we were there to do. Frankly, I needed it the most. That was a great exercise.

The sermon was great--based on our vision statement and full of scripture reminding us what we are to be. This is such a difficult calling...to be Christ's love to a dying world. There are certain obstacles that threaten to trip us or even destroy, there are road blocks, there are language barriers, there's human pride and stubborn will. Through it all God still promises to use us if we let Him. I just wanted to share with my blog community some of this in hopes that you will not feel alone if you're walking that road and that there is hope beyond our current paradigm. The Church is the Lord's and He will have His way. I am thankful that He allows me to serve Him in ministry--weakness and all.

Reflections from a day spent at Kentucky Kingdom...

Yesterday we took a short family trip to Louisville, KY to Six Flags Kentucky Kingdom. It wasn't far and was well worth the trip. Our kids had the time of their lives! Ella, who was really too young to remember much of Disney World last January really got into it this time! She rode her first roller coaster. It amazes me how these two girls love the thrill of the rides. They really don't seem to have any fear.

Out of the big balloon ride, the carousel, the Flying Dutchman, the swings, the airplanes, and the trucks, I'd have to say my favorite was the junior roller coaster. (we didn't make it to any of the big boy rides.) When we asked Maddie, however, what her favorite ride was from the day, she answered as her father's daughter... "The shows". We saw the Rock n Roll show twice. Lots of live music, dancing, etc. It was a really good theme park show. I've seen a million and was pretty impressed. More on that in a minute.

Now, it must be said, I have never smelled so much b.o. in all my life. At one point, I was sitting on this ride and the man in front of me had his hands up and I literally thought I was going to pass out. Hello?? Deodorant, people?! This is Kentucky, not Europe. Wait, what am I saying? Of course! It's Kentucky.

We've been trying to loosely follow the South Beach diet which, yesterday, turned into more of a Gulf Shores diet. Nasty corndogs, french fries, cotton candy, coke, whoppers, etc. I'm sure that's on a diet somewhere.

Now, back to the show. I have to admit that it brought back so many memories. Mostly good. I spent a year performing at Six Flags Over Texas. It was back in the day of Six Flags Show Productions which was the production company that did all the Six Flags shows for 20 years. (There's a new one these days.) I remember growing up watching those shows as we went to Six Flags and thinking how fun it would be to do one. It's not easy to be cast. I remember the audition process. The dancing--humiliating. I remember my first job there in the Crazy Horse Saloon. I did a live country show with 3 other people. It was a blast. The music was all really fun and hip. It was the dawn of the "new country" era. Steve Wariner, Little Texas, Marty Stuart, Wynona, etc. It was a great show to be a part of. I remember moving to the Southern Palace. I remember how intimidated I was by the theater at first. I remember how it felt to finally have dressings rooms that were a little more private (geez). I remember the endless rehearsals for that show. I'm telling you--we earned every penny we made. With doing 4-5 shows a day all week, it was a tough schedule. I remember the show that closed the park. We danced and sang outside at the front of the park on these huge 3 story boxes wrapped like Christmas presents. Being afraid of heights, I just kept praying that I wouldn't fall off. I remember the "groupies". Yes...there was this sad group of people who would buy season passes and some to every single show. Every day. They would write us letters, buy us things, stalk us. It was plain ol' weird.

Seeing the show yesterday reminded me of a really difficult time in my life when I was finding my way, going from wanting desperately to be a witness in a dark world to doubting even my own faith. Those were important times in my 20's. Maybe the most intense was performing for Norwegian Cruise Line and being stuck out in the ocean for almost a year questioning, feeling lonely, finding God all over again. (The Experiencing God Bible Study had just come out and a dear friend sent it to me. I mark the reading of that with my journey back to the heart of God.) I made some great friends. I got to see parts of this world I never would have seen. It was an incredible professional performing experience. It was a time of growing up and discovering what was important to me, spiritually and professionally.

It's weird how a day at Kentucky Kingdom can bring about such feelings and emotions. Maddie wanted to go up and meet the performers after the show. They were children. Am I that old now? Good grief! Overall, it was a day of fun for everyone. Sheryl and I agreed that the most fun was watching our kids have fun. Those smiles--if I could bottle them, I would. How precious! These days are to be savored and enjoyed--making the most of every minute.

This morning we are talking about vision. I've got a great team. I am looking forward to leading. I pray your day is full of joy and love. May the Lord bless your time this morning

OK--after writing about stuff and Ariel yesterday several things happened.

One, Sheryl tried to explain to me that Ariel wasn't after stuff. The "more" she was singing about was love. She wanted the deeper things in life. I would refer everyone to both Donny Vaughn's  and Julie Danley's comments yesterday for some extra fun there. Enough said.

Two, I belong to a non-public blog that my life long friend, Kyle Dickson, started for 4 of us who were close friends and want to stay in touch. It's a great idea for those of you who want to try it with your own family or friends. Each of the 4 of us has the ability to post on that blog and comment with each other. It's a private blog where we can discuss and share and pray for each other--as well as harass and tease. What more could you want?

Anyway--Kyle and his family are moving to a new house in Abilene this week. He was writing about what makes home "home". He asked us to respond to a couple of questions and it made me realize how much I love a few particular "thing-a-ma-bobs". I want to copy some of what I wrote and ask you the same questions and see what you have to say.
 
Kyle wrote this about my home growing up in part of his posting. It really made me homesick.

I know we all share memories of Sam and Judy's house on Weatherman Lane that seem almost sacred--home as holy ground--whether packed with Christmas-sweater-wearing coeds or a few lucky friends. The gifts that BST has taken with him to Nashville of caring attentiveness were born of days and nights spent watching his home transformed into a mission, a way-station, or an inn.

That made me feel nostalgic and got me to thinking about some of the things that cause me to feel that sense of "home". Here was my response:

It's hard to answer the question about memories and "home". I guess I might have to admit that there are certain material things that cause me to feel that such as the antique dresser and mirror that sat in our hall growing up and now sits in my mom's entry way. Thinking of all the people dating back to my great-great grandparents who stood to look in that mirror, I've often wondered what kinds of things they thought. Did my skinny little great grandmother think she looked fat? Did my great grandfather who served in the House of Representatives ever look at himself and wonder how he got where he was? Did my dad's father ever look at himself and feel guilty for the way he was living and treating his family? Did my own dad ever stop to look and promise himself he would be different and make the world a better place? It's like a little piece of history...stretching back miles and miles.

There's the clock my father made for me on the wall at my mom's house. There's the "grandmother" clock my mom bought for my then future family sitting in her living room as if waiting to be handed down over and over again.

There are priceless pictures. Pictures of relatives long gone, pictures of my dad with his wicked little grin, pictures of childhood. It was the environment of fun, energy, love, humor, and acceptance that defined home for me in Abilene.

At our house in Nashville, there's a big leather couch on which we've slept, laid, jumped, vomited, comforted 2 children, socialized with friends, watched a million repetitions of Beauty and the Beast and the Wiggles, and more. It's sacred.

In our den are two important pictures on the wall. Both are large black and white Gordon Trice photos. One is of Sheryl in her wedding dress in a plantation in Nashville peering down a winding staircase as Gordon stood below to take the picture. The other is of   Sam Thomas Elementary School (named after my dad). My mom commissioned Gordon to take it. At the bottom of this piece is another little window where Pam Trice enlarged and copied a selection from my father's personal journal where he talks about wanting to become a teacher. Priceless to me.

But, still, the most important parts of home are the people who are there, whether resident or guest. Maybe it was being an only child that did it. Not sure. Most likely it was seeing that heart for people modeled in real ways by my own parents. I always wanted people to come over as a kid and then into adulthood. We have a dear community that meets at our house on Sunday nights --our home church. Maddie gets so excited about their arrival, she stands at the door and looks out for at least 20 minutes prior.

These are things that say "home" to me. I'll ask you the same question Kyle asked me...

- What images, objects, scenes, memories, or ----- do you associate with home?
- What do these connections suggest about your view of your home past or present?

It has been one nutty day. I don't have much time to blog, but wanted to share a couple of thoughts quickly.

This morning I met with Melissa who will be doing some vocal therapy with me. It relieved me and helped me not worry so much. I know it's what I need. I just want the INSTANT fix.

I spent about 45 minutes on the phone with  Jen Lemen today.  Jen was such an encouragement. We've played phone tag for weeks. She is involved in the Emergent Women's Leadership group and is just a kindred spirit in wanting to get to the heart of following Jesus. I would love for her to come speak at a ZOE conference sometime.

I went out to The Factory in Franklin.  I had our HUGE Jesus picture that the Maxwell's did for us at Easter framed. Any guesses how much that thing cost? Sheesh. It will be worth it though. It looks great in the sanctuary.

I am headed out to Paragon Studios in a sec to finish up some mixing with Fred Paragano and John Mays. Every time I am in that studio I just can't help but gawk. It's truly unreal.

Tonight we're spending time at the most awesome outdoor pool at our YMCA. They have all sorts of great things for kids and loud music playing (usually Elvis or Beach Boys) and hot dogs and stuff. It should be fun.

One last thing. As I was listening to Maddie's video of Little Mermaid today (for the 15,000th time) something hit me. That song that starts.."Look at this stuff..." kills me in places. I mean come on...the girl's got gadgets and gizmos a plenty. She's got whozits and whatzits galore. She's even got 20 thing-a-ma-bobs. But she isn't satisfied with any of it. She says... "But who cares? No big deal! I want MORE!!!" It just hit me how true that is for so many of us. Not that I am spiritualizing Ariel, but geez, people! That could be most of North America's theme song! Help us, Lord!

Loved the comments yesterday! Thanks, everyone.

We had a good night last night. It was nice to retreat to our home where people were smiling and laughing. We went to eat at Royal Thai...another place we love. After we got home and had pajama time and prayers with the girls, it was time for a serious game of "13". Aunt Kiki won. We are all pretty sure she cheated.

Sheryl's folks leave today. It's been nice having them here. I get this great feeling we are entering a really wonderful time in our lives with our parents. My mom moving here, Sheryl's parents staying in Arkansas--not too far away...all potentially wonderful for family experiences and for our girls to know their grandparents.

I know I mentioned finishing Emerging Worship last week. It is so good. I want to start a book club type of thing with our staff and meet someplace like Fido's (a trendy, wacky little coffee shop) each week to talk through a chapter at a time. I want to meet there so that as we talk about it we can be in the environment of the people we're discussing. Sometimes it seems like we have all these talks about the lost within our own safe walls and it's easy to forget those folks really do exist. Anyway--I highly recommend this book.

Tonight we will resume our Retreat to the Creek  gathering. 

I hope you all have a great Wednesday. The Lord is near.

 

I am still recovering from the weekend. It was a powerful time. They were very receptive and encouraging. We had a wonderful time with everyone at McKnight Rd. We also had a good trip home. Jason got us back in one piece.
 
My in-laws have been here since Sunday. Sheryl and I have a very rare gift. We both have parents who are easy to be with and who like to live in a "no-stress" zone. When I hear "mother-in-law" stories I always think they are funny, but I can't relate. It's been a great couple of days with Bob and Ernestine. In fact, they have really helped me think through some issues we are going through with some close friends right now. It's so difficult to know how to help people, especially when they don't want help. Then the Lord whispers, "trust me with all your heart and don't count on your own understanding. Give it up to Me and I will show you the easiest, straightest path."
 
Being with my girls the last two days has been just a delight. I know it's impossible for them to grow so much in 4 days, but it seems they have. Ella has a new giggle. Maddie is just so sweet. I am one blessed dad!
 
This morning I have staff meeting and then some planning for the next couple of months. I'll be taking the group back on the road in two weeks when we go to Alabama for the National Shepherding Conference. For some weird reason, that title makes me think of my best friend, Stephen, our senior year at ACU. We both got so tired of the SAME question everyone would ask... "So, what are you going to do?" (which ironically, now in adulthood, has become... "So, what do you DO??") Stephen began to answer... "Become a shepherd". And he meant the sheep kind. Something so hilarious about that to me that is totally lost in this translation.
 
August is filled with other activities. Our anniversary is the 15th and we are planning a silly get away for the two of us to an amusement park in Kentucky. That may sound pitiful to some, but we're actually looking forward to it! I will be traveling to San Antonio to consult with a church there as well as doing the kick off for the fall term at Middle Tennessee State University's Christian Students' Center. It's always a huge highlight.
 
I pray you all have a great day today. There is peace in Christ. In times when friends are falling away, marriages are breaking up, wars rage on, and America's Spiritual health is down the chute, there is peace. In Christ. St. Patrick's prayer states it best...
 
Christ be with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ at my right, Christ at my left, Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks to me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me.
 
Amen!
 
 
 
 
 

I feel like a truck ran over me. I am exhausted from the weekend...but what a powerful weekend it was! More on that later.

Sheryl's parents are here and we are spending the day in fun together. We are so blessed to have such great families.

Please continue to pray for the McKnight Rd. Church. May the Lord bless and grow their family. I pray that what happened this weekend would deepen and further their Kingdom work.

Please continue to pray for The church in Phoenix. Still much heartache. Satan goes around like a roaring lion--seeking to devour and destroy. We will not allow him to have his way. Let's stand in prayer against the spiritual forces at work trying to undermine and destroy the work of Christ. Let's put on our spiritual armor and intercede on their behalf. He is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine.

I like to sleep with "white noise". We are a family of fans. We have fans in every bedroom of our house--even the guest room. It's gotten to where I can't sleep without one running. Guess what I forgot on the trip to St. Louis? Yep. So, as I laid in bed last night, eyes wide open hearing every step in the corridor, every car on the street, my heart beating, my lungs expanding, my eyes blinking...(ok, maybe not to that degree, but you get the mental picture) I tried to think of something to use instead of the fan. There was no bathroom fan--that usually works. There was no control to just run the fan on the air conditioner. I finally discovered that I could turn on the TV to channel 112 and have the white noise of TV "snow" and cover it with a black T-shirt to still keep it dark. This...THIS, my friends, is called OCD. It aint pretty.
 
Great day today. We had a wonderful turnout for the leadership track of the conference. There were some great discussions in our worship leaders' track about Emerging culture and worship as well as worship ministry as opposed to simply being a song leader.
 
The McKnight church in St. Louis knows how to feed people. Not only do they have an amazing hospitality room set up (including a massage chair and a professional to work on us), but we had prime rib for dinner. Watch out, Fresno, they're giving you serious competition!
 
Tonight we did our first big worship session. It was awesome. Mike was completely on. He's always funny and inspirational in deeply Spiritual ways, but tonight seemed better than his usual perfection.
 
I am exhausted. Teaching all day and singing for a 2 1/2 hour worship session does not work well with me. My voice is really tired...not just from the day or week, but from the last 6 months. I have to admit, I am concerned. Please pray for vocal health for me if you will.
 
I was excited to see Sheryl. She sounded great tonight. I always love ministering with my ZOE family. It's like an old glove. It just fits and feels like home. The fact, though, that I get to minister side by side with my wife is one of the best blessings I know.
 
Thank you, Lord, for answered prayers today. Please continue to fuel us this weekend. Speak, sing, and minister to your people through us this weekend. You receive all the glory.
 

The drive to St. Louis was pleasant. David and Jackie England are good people. Even if at one point they did speak of David's chest hair and then tell a story about when their kitchen caught fire and David ran outside naked. But, I digress. A nice mental image there for ya. You're welcome, David.
 
It's going to be a full three days. The nice people at McKnight Rd are busily preparing for the bustle of the weekend. Brian Magnuson is driving back and forth from the airport. Families are preparing to drive down tomorrow. I have a stack of papers on my bed to organize before tomorrow. Instead, I am blogging and watching "Catch Me If You Can".
 
Wait...listen. Can you hear it? Listen....ahhhh,  silence. While I will be heartsick for my family tonight (although Sheryl will come up with the rest of the group tomorrow), I will enjoy an evening of reading, relaxing and preparing for the leadership track. Please pray for Aunt Kiki who will be Maddie and Ella's buddy all weekend while we're gone. She'll need the prayers!
 
I know the Lord will be present here. Even if we fall on our faces. I believe He will honor our desires for Him and our efforts to build His Kingdom. It truly is about HIM. I finished Dan Kimball's Emerging Worship on the trip. What a fantastic book. It is a must read. However, it only reinforced so much of what I know to be true about my/our current approach to ministry. I can't help but think that our ZOE ministry must morph and grow and incorporate these ideas. It really is so exciting and terrifying at the same time.
 
Meanwhile, I will longingly look forward to the squeals of delight I will hear from my girls on Sunday when we return home. There is no better feeling. It is one of the best rewards of being a daddy or mommy.
 
Thanks for your prayers this weekend.
 

It's 9pm. The night was a huge success. The jumpy things are all jumped out. The snow cone stand is torn down. The left overs have been given away. The 30 bags of chips I bought today at Sam's are devoured. (Have you ever seen a shopping cart with 30 bags of chips?) All the sweaty kids are either on their way home or already in bed. The most excellent Holly McCloud (my admin assistant) is breathing a sigh of relief. Gray Nowers is probably off somewhere throwing up from the 250 snow cones he ate. The grill is cooled off. I am exhausted.

I am sitting here looking at the boxes of stuff that need to go to St. Louis tomorrow wondering how I will get them home tonight when I don't even want to lift my hand to type.

I'm not sure I'll have a chance to blog while I am there. Thank you for your prayers about the weekend. Please continue to pray for us as we minister.

Nite nite.