Archives for April 2007

Hurry! Before it’s too late.

• FOOD: We ate like kings: the notable taste bud explorations were: marinated teriyaki tri-tip steak and baked potatoes for dinner the first night. Breakfast burritos the next morning. Homemade beef/vegetable stew in bread bowls for dinner the second night. And we capped it off with peach cobbler made in a dutch oven and topped with crushed granola and bagels for our last breakfast. Oh…. that was some good grub.

• CONVERSATIONS: got to have some good talks with a few of these young men. Some good one-on-one times. Some good group discussions. We examined some principles from God’s word and a book by Brennan Manning called “Posers, Fakers, and Wannabes”. It’s a youth version of his previously released book called “Abba’s Child”. It was great. My favorite memory of the weekend was a Saturday night talk in a canyon where we hiked in some wood and then had a discussion on a rocky hillside about being secure in the fact that God likes us and that we don’t need to impress him or one another. We talked about how God we need to be real, secure, and devoted men in 3 key relationships: (1) with God. (2) with ourselves, and (3) with others. It was a great conversation. The Holy Spirit was clearly there.

• EXPLOSIONS: Yes we shot clay pigeons and such. But I’m talking fire explosions. Last year, our students discovered that a can of Axe deodorant makes a really big explosion. Like blow embers and wood from your camp fire a good 30 feet in all directions kinda explosion. So this year, we controlled things with 2 fire zones. One was a “bonfire” zone where you could hang and roast marshmallows and junk, and the other was an adult supervised “bombfire” zone where we set HUGE raging fires lite by gasoline trails. The students brought fire works and tons of axe deodorant. I’ll post a picture of what it does to the can in a future post. My camera is in the shop after this trip. Somehow the LCD screen broke. No, I didn’t shoot it. But, one night we did suspended gallon jugs of fuel over the fire using big boards and rope and then shot them open with a rifle from like 50 yards away. It was tons of fun. It was like a Hollywood set. Made me feel like a kid again.

• EXPERIMENTAL TEAM BUILDING: this year we went out to the desert earlier in the week and hid large pieces of wood that were pre-drilled and cut to make a trebuchet. We hid them in the desert a mile from camp in the rocks in 3 separate directions and groupings. We then divided up the students and gave them a gps unit and told them to go find it and bring it back. It was a good team building exercise. After all the groups were back, we debriefed the experience, assembled the pieces, and then used it to launch 5ish lb rocks some 200 yards. It was pretty amazing. Maybe not as amazing as when we set it on fire and burned it to the ground the last day in an inferno you could only set in the desert, but yeah…. lots and lots of good times here.

• GAIL FORCE WINDS: We had to eventually cut our trip a few hours short due to wind. I didn’t sleep at all on Saturday night. At about 1 am the wind picked up to the point that it would come ripping through the canyon in like 5 minute intervals and you could hear it coming like a distant wave. Then it would arrive and it blew so hard in knocked stoves off tables. It was so intense that at one point, while I was attempting to sleep in my truck bed, I was startled by the fact that the wind actually picked my tailgate up and slammed it down. It was pretty amazing. I’m ok with skipping it in the future however.

• GIRL BONDING: So, we were supposed to get everyone up at 5am to watch the sunrise and have a worship experience on Sunday morning. Well, like I said, it was so ridiculously windy and cold that we decided to call it off. However, like 5 students still wanted to go. So, at like 5:15am they showed up at my truck. I told them, they had 2 options. #1. They could go by themselves to the top of the mountains and watch the sunrise and I’d have breakfast ready when they got back. OR #2. they could go back and get their sleeping bags and watch it from my truck bed and we’d have girl cuddle bonding. Cuz it was freaking cold and windy and I couldn’t sleep and I wasn’t getting out of my sleeping bag. Once presented with these 2 options, one of the students said, “I like option 2. No one else argued.” We then cuddled like girls and watched the sunrise. Next year, I’m bringing foot pajamas, nail polish, and warm coco in a thermos.

I thought you’d enjoy my flower planting shelf in my back yard. Isn’t it lovely. My mom and I went shopping over my birthday weekend and we compiled quite the boquet don’t you think. Plus, I got it all put on my drip system. Oh, how I love spring time planting. I’ll be sure an update you as they bloom and grow to an amazing color explosion.

1. I heard one commentator say that, “Tragically, we hold the corner on this kind of violence. Our national violent acts of this nature are most often carried out on school campuses.” It got me thinking about how culture even defines how and what violence looks like. In Israel, if you get pissed off, you evidently strap a bomb to yourself and enter a bus or a crowded mall. In the US, you go to a school and start shooting. This too is a sad commentary on our society. I’m not sure that it’s related in any way to the Imus debacle, but it’s another indicator that our society is seriously hurting.
2. I have a former fraternity brother who is a pastor in the Seattle area. He linked to a blog he found while surfing the internet. It is a report from a student about his girlfriend who was shot in the hand during a german class this morning. When I looked at that post tonight, it had over 100 comments on it. But peppered through those comments are several requests from ABC, CNN, MTV, and numerous other news/entertainment agencies around the world requesting to contact the writer and his girlfriend for an interview. This says a lot about our culture too. We are hungry to be the ones to break the news on a tragedy. We want to mourn, but we also want to get the latest. We want to cast some blame for this tragedy on someone- anyone- but our own doorstep. No, I don’t think the media created this tragedy. I just don’t think the media can decide what it wants to be… our culture can’t decide what we want them to be. Millions of us evidently want them to produce sexually explicit programming so we can mass consume it. Then we want them to come to the aid of hurting people on our behalf. Then we want them to go back to gathering the latest gossip so we can know how Britney looks today and what kind of underwear she is or is not wearing. Then we want to criticize then for selling us the crap we love to watch. THIS IS ASSININE. (spelled incorrectly on purpose)

SO, I pray: