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.