It's been an interesting couple of days. Yesterday, I took the afternoon off to catch up on sleep, having run at an exhausting pace for the past few days. I felt like Zack Morris the summer after he and the gang worked at Malibu Sands bEach resort. His mom let him skip the first day of school to catch up and reminisce. Slater and Screech joined in, much to the chagrin of Mr. Belding.
Thursday night Brandon & I, along with Rawlings, hit up Louisville for teh Dirty South Tour, featuring Underoath, Norma Jean, Maylene & the Sons of Disaster, and the Glass Ocean. While the show itself was amazing - I could say great things about all the bands - the venue was incredibly frustrating. It was 2/3 the size of the X - and there were about 800 people there, 2/3 of which seemed to be fourteen year olds who 1. couldn't stand in one place for 15 seconds 2. couldn't keep their tongues out of each others mouths. I didn't know that hardcore could make you want to make out, well, in a "hardcore" fashion. But apparently it can. So, if you ever pass by my house and hear Underoath or Norma Jean, don't knock on the door...we won't answer.
I was especially glad to hang with Brandon that night. Mel still doesn't seem to be getting better from whatever she may have caught in jamaica - and even though he doesn't say it, I can't even imagine how worn out he is right now. I feel like I'm not doing enough to help him - I hope making that road trip was a bright spot. Keep praying for him and Mel guys...this is just getting ridiculous. Honestly, there's a little part of me that's hard some arguing with God about this whole thing. I know that sounds shallow and dumb - but how many stupid tourists who have drank themselves into oblivion come back from Jamaica with nothing, you know? I know the biblical rationales for questions such as these, but there are times when I just want to sit down with God and a cup of coffee and let him ramble on about why he allows certain things to go down the way he does. I have a feeling I would come out of that meeting with two conclusions. 1. God makes the best coffee 2. God is a lot smarter than I am .
Friday night was a concert for the Relay for life. While I wasn't entirely satisfied by the numbers of people who came, I was excited about the cause, and the fact that we were able to show our community we care in avery practical way. I doubt any of the bands read my blog, but thanks so much for serving our community in this way guys. I owe each of you another show...
We wrapped the X for high school once again. Easily, it was the best year of programming, and the best year as far as sponsor/student relationships. If you are a high school student or a sponsors that reads this, please post for me your favorite night or memory from the year - so that we can celebrate together.
By the way, the Office was really good the other night. How can you not love this show? You know it's good when a parent in our ministry and I have a 10 minute discussion about when and if Jim and Pam are going to get together.