Everyone loves the inside scoop when families go on outings… Thank goodness I have a FlipVideo Camera.
I probably should have written this perspective about 3 months ago. However, it’s different now than it was 3 months ago and in 3 months it will yet again be different.
I love how life works that way.
So here’s the skinny:
Since I left SpringHill Camps, I have relocated to Clarksville, TN just north of Nashville. I started my own business, Cr8iv Productions and have picked up writing fiction.
Cr8iv Productions has provided a way for me to combine what I’m good at and continue to help ministries and businesses move forward or try something new and different. So far, I’ve been able to partner with a church starting a capital campaign, a Pro-Life Organization create a commercial, helped the marketing department of a camp get their head above water again, and have had the privilege of working alongside a couple of bands. The month of June has me in New Zealand with KC and the Glowworms and then stage managing at the Big Ticket Festival in Gaylord, MI.
The journey is just beginning and I can honestly tell you I have no idea what is next, but what I do know is that this journey is a faith journey and it’s been awesome. Scary? Yes. Awesome? Yes.
So here’s to a life of adventure! Documented, here.
Rather Watch the video? Me too!
I had thought about a different way of tell all of you, but the
Rockettes wouldn’t come to Evart.
With a great deal of peace and excitement, I’d like you to know that my
journey in this crazy life is taking me in a new direction. Over the
last six months or so, I’ve had a sense that Jesus was preparing me for
a life outside of SpringHill. The time has come. My time at SpringHill
has been a leg of the journey that has matured me, grown me, encouraged
me, stretched me, and help define who I was in Jesus in many ways. You
all have had such an integral part in my life, it will be impossible in
limited human language to express my heart felt love and gratitude that
you have shown me, but mostly in the sacrifice of your service and work
on behalf of Christ and Kids.
Top 5 Questions I anticipate:
5. What will you do next?
I have no idea…. While many opportunities are before me, I have not
chosen a definite direction, and am even looking forward to taking time
away to consider many of the things that have caught my attention and
interest. What does a weekend off look like? The opportunities range
from joining other youth oriented ministries to tour managing some
bands… but don’t worry the Girls Gone Wild Cougar Edition has fallen
4. Do you realize this is the craziest month in time to quit your job?
Yeppers. The peace however that is in me is overwhelming. God’s got
something and I can’t wait to see what it is.
3. Will you miss me?
Yes, specifically you. But don’t worry, I will continue to Facebook,
email, text, and use my phone. Don’t be offended if I don’t call you
back… I don’t call people back now…
2. Are you moving?
Yes. By the end of the month, I will be out of my house and into my Kia.
Current plans are Nashville, but may change to Indy or wherever…
1. Is this goodbye forever?
Once someplace is your home, there is no goodbye forever. It’s a “see
you later” for now, with a hint of definite paths crossing, topped with
the SpringHill Compound in Heaven.
These are the days I really love my job:
I have more to post, but this picture makes me laugh the most… My sophomore year (in college) I committed 34 errors at 3rd base. I think the ONLY reason I stayed in the lineup, is because I can hit… or I could hit… or something. ANYWAY, this picture just proves that some things never change.
See the ball? See my hands? Yep, Number 35.
On our continued Golf Tour of Nashville, Glenn (my bro) and I went for 18 holes on Good Friday. It was pretty busy that day so we were paired up with two other guys. We get out to the course and the small talk begins and I was listening to the other two guys talking about how “there’s no support on the cross. I have to prop myself up the entire time,”
I turned around and asked, “Are you Jesus in a Passion Play?” Perry, aka Jesus, laughed and replied, “Yeah.”
“You mean, we’re playing Golf with Jesus?!” – Me
“I knew we were doing something spiritual on Good Friday – how much better can it get playing Golf with Jesus!” – Glenn
The jokes (of course) just flowed from there:
“Listen, I may say your name a few times – so if you could just listen and put my ball where it’s supposed to go – that would be great.” – Me
“Who’s name does Jesus say when he gets mad?” – Glenn
“You guys aren’t betting 30 pieces of silver on this hole are you?” – Me
“You should have asked Jesus to part the water so you didn’t lose your ball.” – Glenn
So after our round – Perry and Les ask us if we want to come to the passion play. Granted they invited us like “we’re supposed to do this, but we don’t expect you to come.”
Well, much to their surprise (and soon to be ours) we came. The play was at Victory Baptist Church – a shoutin’, jumpin, hanky-waving, African-American church. I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
Now, the production itself – ahh, it was okay. The Music was FRICKIN’ AWESOME, the writing was great, the acting was good, the technical stuff left something to be desired. Favorite quotes from or during the play itself:
“I feel like I’m the middle of an oreo cookie.” – Glenn.
“Masta, what’s wrong wit choo?!” – John the disciple to Jesus – I may or may not have wet my pants on that one
“I think I might have just said S*(& in church.” – Glenn
When the guards beat Jesus – they would forearm “high five” each other.
“My face hurts. I’ve been smiling for 2 1/2 hours.” – Me
“Everybody needs a Judas in their life. Jesus was able to show God’s greatness because of Judas’ deception.” – Preacher
“Stuff in the right hands makes things happen. If you give me a golf driver we’ll play a rousing game of putt-putt. But you put a driver in the hands of Tiger Woods – you get a Master’s Championship. You put a tennis racket in my hands – I give you an oversized fly swatter. Put it in the hands of Serena or Venus Williams – you have a Wimbeldon trophy. You put nails in my hands and I give you a birdhouse. You put nails in Jesus’ hands and he’ll give you freedom.” – Preacher
“Oh, sit down . . .” – The lady next to me every time the preacher made a bad joke. (She said it a lot)
Yep. BEST GOOD FRIDAY EVER. I want to go back on Sunday. I can only imagine when the church is in full throttle.
The most random thing in the whole world happened to me on Friday:
I’m driving to a friends house for dinner and out of the hood of my car pops a mouse. Yes, a MOUSE. It ran from one side of my hood (across the windshield) to the other side. I was waiting for the stupid thing to over the wipers so I could launch it, but then I realized that my windshield wipers don’t work. So instead, I try swerving to no avail. I get to my friends house, open the hood and the mouse is chilling down by the engine so we poked it out with a stick and then it ran towards my friend’s house.