clearly

i was going to type up a long narration leading up to the next statement, but id rather get right to the point: i am job hunting. clearly, working at -- well, actually -- working anywhere other than in a school is clearly against some law of nature deeply inbedded in me. if i work here much longer, one day some un-suspecting church volunteer will round the corner of my clean-cut cubicle and find me wide-eyed and breathless with a pen gauged in my neck that reads "thank you for visiting savannah christian church". i just cant do it anymore. i need to be with teenagers, and it's that simple.

in other news, i am singing with some people opening for da t.r.u.t.h. and mary mary next friday night at overcoming by faith. you should come check it out. fo sho. (emily)

i attended the catalyst conference "for next generation leaders" last week in a-town (that's atlanta, for all you non-krunk people out there). it was pretty good. i struggle with getting a little tired of all the flashy crap they do. it's like they're thinking, "hey, we have this huge arena, let's use every light possible, make the music as loud as possible, and charge a ridiculous amount of money so that people are reassured that christians can be cool." lame. loose the hype. if the conference were stripped down to just the speakers (who were phenominal: andy stanley, louie giglio, malcolm gladwell, erwin mcmannus, leonard sweet, donald miller, and john maxwell) then it would have been simply amazing. why is it that if you get a large group of christians together the automatic mentality is that they have to sell jesus to non-believers? i think it's b/c too many christians only know other christians. get out of your damn box. satan really likes you there. he says it fits you nicely. being a christian is not about programs. it is about a process, a journey with a very real God who doesnt care if you dress like a hipster a bum or clad in kenneth cole . . . a God who someday will share with you that he thinks it's silly that you spend 15 minutes giving your hair that "slightly disheveled" look. a God who knows a lot more than i do about what he likes and dislikes, so im going to stop there.

one of my former students called me from the hospital this week. he had overdosed, but clearly not enough to die. no, no, just enough to practically kill his liver. now hes on medicine to keep his liver from bleeding. great. the world is so broken and i want to be like my Dad and fix it, but i cant . . .

several of my friends are getting engaged or married soon (5 to be exact). where's that pen . . .