I’ve been away at church camp this week, and I guess it went pretty well. Maybe I was too busy helping to run it, or maybe I’m not so young anymore — the happenings were often overwhelming, yet at the end of it all I found my experience somewhat underwhelming. FM was engaging and insightful as always, and it was great seeing some of the younger ones learn and share, so maybe I just don’t get the same kick out of the fun and games. Oh dear God I’m becoming a boring old man.
The tee got some nice compliments when we were out running about town, and it’s another testament to God’s favour. I certainly don’t think everything I touch turns to gold but sometimes it’s easy to pretend it does, and He’s the only way I want to resolve my internal struggle with giftedness and elitism and the weight of my own expectations, so if I ever get the slightest bit arrogant please hit me.
I kinda enjoyed being away from the Internet for a couple of days, too, but now I’ve got bugs to fix and more bugs to create.
but I keep having this feeling that something is missing. Ing ing ing ing ing. Or wrong. Is the bit to the left of the R too straight. I think that may be it but no not photoshop again no i just want to watch the latest episode of chuck nooo
Finally an excuse to use Pointy :P
Twenty-one of us, the current youth worship team and all our apprentices, spent a long weekend in church, a sort of culmination of the past months of teaching and learning and joy and frustration. Up till Saturday I had serious doubts about our ability to put a new team together. At half past midnight on Sunday we pretty much had three bands jamming the heck out of My Redeemer Lives and Touching Heaven, Changing Earth. It’s like they all suddenly decided they weren’t beginners anymore and were going to Just Play The Song Already. Bloody amazing kids and it makes me proud and excited and tired and old all at the same time.
As has become the norm with such occasions I’ll be asked several times why I walk around barefooted and I’ll say why not? If I could I’d walk everywhere barefooted. You haven’t walked if you haven’t felt earth and grass and marble and wood and gravel and concrete under your feet. Sand gets kinda icky though. And carpet — carpet always feels vaguely welcoming at first but then you realise how thoroughly dead and boring it is.
