ello, ello, ello

[Stage Notes:: Chillin on the couch]
[TV:: Ottawa vs. New Jersey | Round 2 Playoff Hockey]

........*slowly tiptoes into the room*.......*crrrRREEAAAAK!*

...[Gives Dear in Headlights look]....[Blinks]....[Blinks again].....

Um...Hi--No, I didn't forget about you--Look, I'll tell you, but you must put down those tomatoes--Whatta you mean, WHY?--Because they will ruin your computer--I most certainly will not pay to clean it--Ok, now you are just wasting time so shush--:oP [pbthbbbbbbb]

For all of you who are a little more mature that all that, stop kidding yourself because if you were that mature you wouldn't be here in the first place!

This weekend was, in a word, odd. I felt a tad like a duck out of water at the ACE retreat, though I am not sure if that is a result of not being a ND student, having different beliefs that pretty much everyone, being bombarded by massive amounts of information, or because it takes me a while to warm up to people.

I met Bill and Elizabeth who will be two of my house mates in Atlanta, and also met several people from the schools including the principle. As things stand right now, I will be the middle school math department. Yup, you read that right. I will have a sixth grade, a seventh grade, a seventh and eighth grade pre-algebra, and an algebra class. That however only makes up 4 classes which means I will probably have to teach two or three others that have not yet been determined.

The weekend was pretty much what you would expect for an orientation, just with more catered food and slightly fewer ice breakers. Spent a lot of time talking with the Atlantians about why we were there and where we are from.

It was nice to be back in the college environment though. Friday night a few of us went to a bar to have a drink and talk. Saturday we hung out at someones apartment, and though we were supposed to head to a house party, we ended up having an impromptu party ourselves and just never left. All in all it was a pretty good weekend. Though for some reason, Sunday seemed very anti-climactic. After breakfast people just started to leave for the airport or for the homework waiting in the dorms. Oh well. Now it begins...

54 Days

[Stage Notes:: Hockeyhockeyhockeyhockeyhockery...hockey!!!]
[TV:: Dallas at Vancouver; Game 7 | Hockey Night in Canada]

I love hockey. Especially playoff hockey.

I love being able to tune into a Canadian TV station during playoff hockey. During the playoffs, every night is hockey night in Canada.

Just thought that needed to be mentioned.

Go Wings!!! Oh, and in case you didn't know, the Wings won last night in double over time at Calgary! What an awesome game. There really is no more exciting sport that I have seen. Though I still have not seen a game of Jai Alai which I imagine is just insane. Maybe it is just because playoff hockey is so nerve racking. The only other really nerve racking sport in my mind is Soccer. Especially World Cup soccer. And shortly behind that is March Madness college basketball.

Ok, that said, this post is really about the 54 days mentioned in the title.

7 Weeks; 5 Days.

June 17th (or if you are lucky it can be June 16th) is the start of Camp.

Camp is my life blood. It is what I live for because it has year in and year out changed my life. It is a week of waking up with passion, and falling asleep because you have been running on Adrenalin and passion for 18 hours. Then you do it again. And you laugh and cry and hug at the end, but you don't really say much because there just aren't words. That is camp.

Honestly, camp has almost taken on it's own meaning. One of the actual definitions is:

A place in the country that offers simple group accommodations and organized recreation or instruction, as for vacationing children

HEHEHEHE. Not even close to an explanation for camp. I don't really feel like I can explain it right now so I think I will post the essay I wrote about it for the ACE application.

Enjoy, and think about what you would say if someone asked you to tell what is most important to you...in less than 300 words. I have to go work on my camp application because there is a planning meeting tomorrow(or today for most people that will read this)

What is Most Important to You? (300 Words Max.)

How does a person decide if what is most important is an event, some words of wisdom, an individual who touched his life, or a simple tradition? For me, it is a combination of these things that begins on Father’s Day when I join 130 of my closest friends for a week at Muscular Dystrophy Summer Camp.

We have our own reasons for returning year after year. Campers want a week where wheelchairs and leg braces are commonplace. I go to put the other fifty-one weeks into perspective. Every day of the year, I face situations that require humility, willingness to ask for help, sacrifice, and a desire to overcome. At camp my friends demonstrate how to answer yes through the examples they live out.

Throughout daily activities at camp I am reminded that the biggest barrier for people is the assumptions we make about them. Campers teach me how to recognize when I need help and more importantly how to accept it with grace, dignity, and occasionally a sense of humor. My friends whose diseases have no name show how to face uncertainty with courage. Volunteers challenge the conventional meaning of words like value and trust when I see how we must rely on each other to get through the week. Together, our physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional strength is taken to the breaking point, and as a result each of us grows stronger and wiser.

When the week ends, it is impossible to walk away unchanged. I leave with a refined definition of who I am, and what people are capable of. The memories and mementos of camp are my daily reminders of not only how to define words like strength, ability, and dignity, but also how to live them out every moment of every day.

ACE High

[Stage Notes:: Mentally I am already gone, physically I am at work]
[iTunes:: You Are My Joy | David Crowder Band]

Two days before I left for Mexico, I got a phone call that I wasn't expecting. In fact when the number came up, I read the area code to be 517 which while I did not recognize the number, the odds where that it was someone from mid-michigan and most likely MSU.

When I answered the call, I discovered that the area code as most definately not 517 because the call was coming from Indiana. Specifically south bend, the home of the University of Notre Dame. Notre Dame is the home of the Alliance for Catholic Education (ACE) program that I applied for and got waitlisted for.

I am no longer on the waiting list, I am now officially a member of the ACE program. I will spend the next two school years teaching 6th through 8th grade math in Atlanta!

For some of you, this is the first you are going to hear about it, and I am sorry I couldn't tell you in person, but this is the best way for me to get information out there. This blog will also be the best way for you to know what I am doing as everything unfolds.

Google Goodness

[Stage Notes:: Purple]
[iTunes:: Anthem | Souljahz]

Every once in a while someone comes up with a fun Google search that will make you smile. This latest one isn't the best I have seen, but it will still make you chuckle.

1. Go to http://maps.google.com
2. Click on 'Get Directions'
3. Type 'New York' in the from box
4. Type 'London' in the to box
5. Click on 'Get Directions'
6. Read step 24

Enjoy.

P.S. Thanks Lis :)

Well that's strange....

[Stage Notes:: Confuseled]
[iTunes:: Dead Wrong | The Fray]

At the moment, the Sheriff's department has blocked off both driveways into the work parking lot and are not letting anyone in...not even the shuttle that goes between the buildings. There are two sheriffs at one entrance, and three at the other. They are only letting people out of one entrance. Very peculiar.

** Update **
Apparently both of our buildings had been blocked off. The sheriffs just left, but we still do not know what that was all about. Here's to hoping that we find out soon...

Sure, why not :)

[Stage Notes:: Suddenly Smiling]
[iTunes:: Marvelous Light | Passion Worship Band]

I did not know what I was going to write about, but I knew it was time to write. Then the song changed.

'Marvelous Light' is definitely one of my favorite new praise songs! Unfortunately, the first few times it was played during chapel in Mexico, the words were not being displayed. In fact, if I am not mistaken, the first time it was played was just after the power blew one night at camp. I am not sure if we blew the circuit breaker or if one of the generators decided it wanted to rest. Regardless it is a very energetic song that just makes me smile and want to start jumping around. If I wasn't at work right now, I would probably be doing just exactly that...or trying to jam along on the guitar. Keyword; trying.

I am always amazed by the way music can speak to us. Several years ago, there was a song that Riverview used to play called 'Unashamed Love' and I loved it. It is a very simple song that has surprisingly powerful words. Over the years, I have found myself singing it in various situations. When I was nervous and worried about things in Florida, I sang it to myself. When life was getting crazy at State, i sang it to myself. When I realized things were out of my control, I sang it to myself.

With everything that has been happening in the last few weeks, I was hoping that my time in Mexico would be a reprieve. I was hoping it could be a time where I would be walking closely with God again and the worries of everything would just fade away. I was hoping that a week and a half without technology would help me separate. Then it happened almost without warning. These words popped into my head...

You call on me to lay aside the worries of my day;
To quiet down my busy mind and find a hiding place.
Worthy, you are worthy...
Worthy, you are worthy...

Open up my heart and let my spirit worship you;
Open up my mouth and let a song of praise come forth.
Worthy, you are worthy...
Worthy, you are worthy...

of a child-like faith,
and of my honest praise,
and of my unashamed love.

of a holy life,
and of my sacrifice,
and of my unashamed love.

I nearly broke down a few nights later when the band out of no where, in the middle of a high energy set, started to play those same words I knew so well. I am always astounded at the variety of ways God can speak.

Coming Down the Mountain

[Stage Notes:: Just finished lunch; wondering]
[iTunes:: On the Road to Beautiful | Charlie Hall]

Have you ever hiked to the top of a mountain? I have been at the top of a couple of them and the hike is always brutal. When we hiked to the top of El Yunque in Puerto Rico, there were sections that had no trail and you had to hold onto various things to keep from sliding down the side of it. There was also this wonderful stuff called Razor Grass that kept the agony going when the trail was visible. The reality is that getting to the top of any mountain is tough, but then it happens. You round a corner, and climb up a few rocks, and......everything parts, and you have reached the peak. The view is breathtaking, and everything that it took to get there is worth it. You don't dare exhale because you are still trying to breathe in every ounce of the moment. The colors, the smells, and the breeze waft over you in a moment that lasts indefinitely. I took this picture at the top of El Yunque. If you can find the horizon, let me know.

Unfortunately, we eventually have to come back down from the mountain. We have to take our pictures, and drink in the last of the experience and move forward.

There are also figurative mountaintops in life. Some are spiritual, some are relational, and some are just seasons in life that we survived. Sometimes we don't even realize we are climbing a mountain, we just know that things are rough and as far as we can remember they always have been. That is of course until we suddenly find ourselves in a clearing and are knocked off of our feet by the grandness of what we are enduring.

Mexicali is for my probably one of the rarest types of mountains in my life. It is a spiritual, relational, and seasonal peak all wrapped in one. It will forever mark a turning point in my life, be it for better or worse I won't know for a little while yet. Just like any mountain top for me, I find myself walking back down with a brain full of questions and very few answers. Ultimately, it is the question 'why?'

Every morning in Mexico I woke up with purpose. At 6:00 in the morning, I had energy and desire to be awake. For once it was my body trying to tell me to sleep and my mind was crying out that we needed to be awake because there was much to do. My body ached from giving piggy back rides the day before and sleeping on the hard ground all night, and I couldn't wait to do it all over again. People opened their lives and their hearts to me and I did the same with them. I did not want to go to bed because it meant that whoever I was talking with had to stop telling me stories about who they are and why they were there. Every day I saw God move in huge ways.

Why can't every day be that way? A lot of people will just simply say, 'Well it just can't.' I say that we can no longer accept that response. I know there are people out there that wake up every day with purpose. I am fairly certain that Mother Theresa did! One thing I was reminded of this week is that we as Americans are not always right. We do not always have the best solution to everything. To believe otherwise is just plain ignorant.

Now I am starting to get angry and frustrated which means it is time to wrap this up. Unfortunately, during some of my travels in Europe, I came to realize that seeing the problems and questioning them does not change anything. Finding a solution to the questions is when things can be changed.

The theme of the week was "Do not conform any longer!" What happens when what we are conforming to is much bigger than we ever imagined?

Gloria a Dios!!

[Stage Notes:: Head is spinning trying to get everything done]
[iTunes:: Landmine | Train]

I am back. Actually, I got back on Saturday, but I have simple not had the energy to do anything. Despite having time together with everyone on Saturday morning for the sole purpose of reflecting on the trip, I cannot even begin to put into words how incredible the trip was. I saw God do some amazing things for our teams and in a few young people's lives. I had the most amazing Easter of my entire life by a long shot. I met so many new people and now feel like I have family in Mexicali. Bear with me as I try to figure out the best way to tell you everything that happened and share the pictures I took. I missed you all and look forward to catching up on what has happened in my absence :)

Dios le bendiga!!

Testimony Tuesday

[Stage Notes:: Almost done...]
[Music:: Energy | Skillet]

Last week, one of the pastors of my previous church, drew my attention to a challenge by another blog to call today Testimony Tuesday, and post our testimony's in our blogs and encourage others to do the same regardless of their faith. Simply give testimony to what you believe and why. Since many people have heard bits and pieces, but few have heard the whole story, I thought it would be a good time. Not to mention, I am leaving for a week and a half so it will give you ample time to read through what will no doubt be a long post. Here goes, and please feel free to do the same in the comments or on your own blog, but please let me know you are doing it so I can read it when I get back.

I was born into a Catholic family. Catholic Church on Sundays (even on vacation), and Catholic school all the way through high school. However, we were really just Sunday Catholics. It seemed that everyone loathed getting up on Sunday to go to church so we would go to the noon mass. The only incentive to going to 10:00 was the kids service which was more like story time and the donuts afterwards. Saturday night was far better though because it was a little more casual and meant I did not have to go on Sunday. As I grew up, I was involved in cub scouts and other such programs that got me interested in volunteer work. I was an honor roll student. I was probably referred to as a goody goody on more than one occasion.

Despite that, God was little more to me than a genie that rarely granted my wishes. I often told God that if he wanted me to believe in him then I wanted this or that. I was a rather smart kid so I thought I could stack the game in my favor.

I was always an overweight kid so when you combined that with the goody two shoes, I was a prime target for being picked on. By the end of eight grade it was merciless to the point of my parents almost transferring me to a different school months before graduation. It was then that my eighth grade religion teacher gave me a pocket rosary. Basically a metal disk with 10 bead-like protrusions around it and a cross used for saying the rosary. That rosary spent months in my pockets and when things were going bad, I would grab onto it and pray to the God I wasn't sure existed, but it still made me feel better.

While I was questioning God's existence, and the general distaste most Catholics had for their 'faith' I began to question the whole way of doing church. I figured that the God I heard about on Sundays would prefer we spent the one hour a week out doing work at a soup kitchen or something to that extent. He did not seem like he would be thrilled with a half empty building of barely awake people that were just punching the God clock. He could not be happy with the hypocrisy I saw everywhere among my friends. Naturally I also figured that if this God existed then the plethora of good stuff I was doing would be enough to keep him from being angry with me.

Then it happened.

On a Sunday morning, when I was in high school, Fr. Mike was giving the homily and he said I couldn't get to heaven by only doing good works. He said I also had to go to church. Then and there I was mentally done with the Catholic Church.

I say mentally because I kept going. I was even entirely certain that my higher education was going to be done at the Catholic University of Notre Dame. That is until the rejection letter came. With my options at MSU and Purdue, I opted to stay in state and go to the only campus where the people seemed genuinely friendly; Michigan State University.

Even when I went to college and there weren't parents breathing down my neck to make me go, I went to church. I would get up on Sunday morning when the dorms were still quiet with freshmen sleeping off hangovers, and walk 15 minutes to church. I would sit in agony until the service would be over and walk home as quickly as possible. Finally one Sunday I told myself how silly it was to keep going because my good works were still more than most Catholics I knew and therefore I was just fine.

A few weeks later, I was hanging out with my friend K.H. and she was telling my friend G.Q. about this house church thing she was going to on Sunday nights. Now, K.H. was the first Christian I encountered that read the bible for herself and seemed to know a different kind of God than I had heard about even though we knew a lot of the same stories. When she described house church she made it seem like a laid back place where college kids were hanging out, having fun, singing, and eating homemade food that someone prepared for free. Free food and K.H. (whom I kinda liked) there sounded like good enough reasons to go, especially since the dorms did not server dinner on Sundays!

This is the part in the story where I am supposed to say that I got saved and cried and sung songs with my new friends. That's not how it happened. I was freaked out by these people! The food and hanging out was great, then the singing started. Song sheets were passed out and the guitar player started strumming. I didn't know the song so I tried to figure it out, then I saw The Hands. People swaying back and forth with their hands in the air. The comfort zone was officially gone and I had no idea what I got myself into.

Once the discussion started things normalized again and I noticed the honesty with which these people shared and what was even crazier was that they were showing how they really felt. When things were good they were smiling and when things were bad they were crying. They did not hide it. I wondered what they believed and thought so I kept going. And I also started attending this crazy church called Riverview that met at 10:01 across the street in the Kellogg center, and I could wear jeans.

After the first sermon, I knew these guys were different. The person speaking actually knew the bible. Really knew it. The sermon could be applied directly to life. The music was rocking. This was what I didn't know I had been looking for. The hard part was trying to stay anonymous. Between house church and the small size of this church, you were instantly picked out as a new person. Once that happened, you were introduced to a dozen college students and swept off to have breakfast with a quarter of the church in the Brody Cafe. It was like being welcomed into a very bizarre, friendly, caring family.

After several weeks of this, Rob, the pastor that hosted house church, asked me to grab a Coke at the International Center. Honestly I did not really want to go, but since it was Rob's house and he was a 6 foot plus former hockey player, I didn't exactly know how to say no.

The day of 'The Coke' came and I found Rob waiting for me at the IC. We got some food and sat down. Rob started asking me about my background and what I thought about God. Then he asked me "If you were to die right now, do you think you would go to heaven?" I responded with "I don't know, I think so." Then said, "If you were at the gates and Jesus asked 'Why should I let you into my heaven?', what would you say?". Dumbfounded I told him that I was a pretty good person and hadn't really done a lot of bad stuff. Completely straight faced, Rob flat out told me, No!

No?!?!?!

What??? I was stunned to say the least. He then proceeded to tell me that I could actually know if I was going to heaven and he shared the gospel with me using something called the bridge diagram. He started connecting a bunch of random information that had been floating around in my head. I knew most of what he was saying, but it was suddenly starting to click. At the end of it all, he asked me if I wanted to pray to be saved. I was still very much in shock and a little weirded out so I told him I needed to think about it.

The next few years I kept going to Riverview and faded in and out of house church. I kept going through a cycle of thinking I was a Christian, then learning something knew that made me realize I had no idea what it meant to be a Christian. I would pray to be saved again and think I was certainly now a Christian, and the cycle would continue.

The summer after junior year, I found myself studying in Germany. I also found myself to be the only person claiming to be Christian in a group of 9 guys. Towards the end of my stay, I felt this burning need to go to church, so I got up early on Sunday and walked to the church I knew was Catholic and sat in the back for the whole service. Afterwards I walked around the city by myself praying and talking to God and for the first time really heard him start to speak back.

When the next school year started, God had laid it on my heart to move from being and attender to being involved in my church which at this point had nearly tripled in size and was meeting at 9:30ish and 11:30ish. I decided I needed a bible that I could actually read and highlight and underline in so I asked my friend C.L. Wynn to take my bible shopping. As the year progressed, I found myself in leadership positions in a bible study and a house church. In February I went to a conference called Ignite where I heard about this crazy summer program in Florida called Leadership Training or LT for short. From what I heard, the LT actually stood for lots of trials, but no one could officially confirm that information. Needless to say I said there was absolutely no friggen way I was going to spend a summer in Florida. I hate the heat.

At the end of may I found myself in Cowboy's car driving to Florida for LT.

When I got there, I met D.G. and the rest of the Texas A&M Aggies. There were six of us Spartans that spent our summer with the Aggies. I was also living with Two guys from Illinois, another guy from WVU and this off the wall Native American, Christian Pastor, from West Virginia that looked like a California surfer, name Billy.

Up to this point, I knew all of the answers to the questions of Christianity. I knew the stories inside out because I had heard them my entire life. I knew what the programmed responses were supposed to be, and my life really did not dramatically contradict the faith I was claiming I had. The first half of the summer was a battle between my head and my heart. What did I 'know' verses what did I actually believe. What was I actually willing to base my life on? Then I read Matthew 7:21-23 which says, ""Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles?' Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!'"

Things started to snap into focus. I realized that my problem with many of the Catholics I encountered had been living a life avoiding hell instead of living for heaven. These new Christians I met in college, on the other hand, where so in love with God that they were living for the heaven they knew they were going go. I started to understand the difference between having a religion and having an actual relationship with God. The God of the universe wanted to have a relationship with me."

I more or less equate those college year to spending a life building a house on a weak foundation. Then I discovered that the foundation was completely wrong and I had to build an new foundation and move the built house on top of it. The house itself creaked and groaned and took a long time to settle back into being a sturdy building.

Since then, a great many people have spoken into my life and taught me how to adopt Riverview's mission statement of "building sacrificial followers, who build sacrificial followers, who go.

Going Live

[Stage Notes:: Stir Crazy and anxious to go home]
[Music:: Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own | U2 ]

Since I am going to be gone for a while, I am going to start posting things for the few reader's I have to do while I am gone. First, check out the Mexicali Trip Blog. This will be updated ever day or two while we are in Mexico, and for your information, my team name is Asi-Asi Seis.

Second, over the past few months I have been doing some photography work for Epic. Most of the work has been for the new website as well as some rather large banners that have been made and scattered around the church when you walk in. Well, all that work is finally coming to fruition because the new Epic website will be launched on Easter Sunday! Sadly, you will all get to see it a week before I can so I do not know the extent to which the pictures have been used, but I am still hopeful! The new site is http://epicchurch.com.

That's all I can think of for now :)

Humina--What Now?

[Stage Notes:: Dazed, Not functioning correctly]
[Music:: Alien Youth | Skillet]

I am not very good at making decisions quick decisions. There, I said it. Whew.

[Sound of Crickets]

What? Aren't you shocked? NO!?!?! Here I thought this was an earth shattering revelation.

Fine then. Honestly I think it runs in my blood because my dad is the same way. Last Friday he showed me a drum set he was thinking of buying to replace his current set, and it was a fantastic deal. None the less, he wanted to take some time to think it over and get some input from the seller. I talked to him again Saturday morning and he had decided he was just going to buy them.

The drums were gone.

I am the same way. There was a bag I wanted to buy for the upcoming trip, but I was not entirely decided. By the time I went to buy it, the price went up twenty percent.

The problem is that I like to do my research before hand and understand all the pros and cons of each side of the decision. Granted this means that decisions drag out for a while, but in the long run, when I do the research I need, I am usually completely confident in the decision and rarely look back to consider the other option.

What does this have to do with anything? I got a phone call about an hour ago. I have 24 hours to make a decision. I am nervous and excited. I was so shocked that I could barely put a sentence together on the phone, and forgot the person's name by the end of the call.