ARE YOU UP A TREE?!! (also entitled "Have a Glorious Father's Day")
Happy Father's Day! I hope all of you have sufficiently honored your fathers (however many of them you may or may not have, starting with the biological one).
In other news, War Cry was great. It was very different than previous years (sorry George), but there's nothing wrong with that. It was definitely a different experience for me, especially since a lot of what I got out of it was preparation for things to come more than personal breakthroughs, which was cool. It's good to know that I'm being prepared for something. Another thing that sets this War Cry apart was what happened Thursday night back at the dorms. We (the guys) have had some pretty heavy small group meetings at War Cry in the past, but nothing quite like this. What happened was essentially this: the events of the evening meeting and our subsequent small group meeting led to smoe fairly heavy spiritual warfare in our dorm. Some of the guys who had never really had any exposure to the demonic got (quite understandably) really freaked out by what had happened in the meeting and the discussion we had about it, to the point of (from what I gathered, George please correct me if I'm wrong) something ressembling a panic attack. So, I hear the commotion from all of this and come into the room next door to find all the guys from my small group there having a small meeting where George was basically explaining the nature of the demonic to everyone (e.g. "Big God, wee little demons, so let's just give God the glory and forget about the wee little demons) and leading an impromptu prayer and worship session (I guess I threw in a wee bit of leadership too, but George mostly was acting as the authority. I was very proud of you bro. Still am). It was simply awesome. It was one of those rare moments in your life when you look around you and everything in your soul says "This is right. This is how life should be. This is what fellowhip is. This is what being a man means." To see a room full of men on their knees together before their Lord and God, repenting of things they had hidden away for years only to now confess them before Him in the presence of their brothers....that is beauty. That is worship. That is warfare. That is the truth of the God we serve.
Amen.
This just in: if you haven't checked out Terminal yet (the band, not the movie), I would strongly encourage you too. They are one of the newest additions to good ol' Tooth and Nail and I am personally loving them a great deal. They've got some similarities to Third Eye Blind and JEW, but they've definitely got their own unique and diverse flavor, but that's all I'm gonna say. Go and taste them for yourself.
By the way, a week ago yesterday, something beautiful, something extraordinary, something that strikes to the core of everything that is humanity took place....
I GRADUATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ahhhhhhhh...life is beautiful. It really is.
In other news, War Cry was great. It was very different than previous years (sorry George), but there's nothing wrong with that. It was definitely a different experience for me, especially since a lot of what I got out of it was preparation for things to come more than personal breakthroughs, which was cool. It's good to know that I'm being prepared for something. Another thing that sets this War Cry apart was what happened Thursday night back at the dorms. We (the guys) have had some pretty heavy small group meetings at War Cry in the past, but nothing quite like this. What happened was essentially this: the events of the evening meeting and our subsequent small group meeting led to smoe fairly heavy spiritual warfare in our dorm. Some of the guys who had never really had any exposure to the demonic got (quite understandably) really freaked out by what had happened in the meeting and the discussion we had about it, to the point of (from what I gathered, George please correct me if I'm wrong) something ressembling a panic attack. So, I hear the commotion from all of this and come into the room next door to find all the guys from my small group there having a small meeting where George was basically explaining the nature of the demonic to everyone (e.g. "Big God, wee little demons, so let's just give God the glory and forget about the wee little demons) and leading an impromptu prayer and worship session (I guess I threw in a wee bit of leadership too, but George mostly was acting as the authority. I was very proud of you bro. Still am). It was simply awesome. It was one of those rare moments in your life when you look around you and everything in your soul says "This is right. This is how life should be. This is what fellowhip is. This is what being a man means." To see a room full of men on their knees together before their Lord and God, repenting of things they had hidden away for years only to now confess them before Him in the presence of their brothers....that is beauty. That is worship. That is warfare. That is the truth of the God we serve.
Amen.
This just in: if you haven't checked out Terminal yet (the band, not the movie), I would strongly encourage you too. They are one of the newest additions to good ol' Tooth and Nail and I am personally loving them a great deal. They've got some similarities to Third Eye Blind and JEW, but they've definitely got their own unique and diverse flavor, but that's all I'm gonna say. Go and taste them for yourself.
By the way, a week ago yesterday, something beautiful, something extraordinary, something that strikes to the core of everything that is humanity took place....
I GRADUATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ahhhhhhhh...life is beautiful. It really is.