I’m headed to the ATL.

Back in college, there was never much doubt after sophomore year that I was going on staff with Campus Crusade.  So, our staff team didn’t go out of their way to recruit me, as I was already pretty much on board.  Consequently, I didn’t ever get invited to our recruiting conference. Six years later, I am still on staff.

This week I finally get to be recruited to join staff with Campus Crusade.

I’m driving 3 students from Western Carolina University down to Atlanta to take part in “Preview Weekend” where they will get a glimpse of how God could use them on staff with CCC, or in ministry in general.  I’m so excited to be going, partially so that I can say I’ve been to a recruiting conference.

Stay tuned to the blog for updates and pictures from the conference.

Oh, I’m also leading worship at the conference, so that will be fun.

Unashamed Cave to Peer Pressure.

If you aren’t on facebook, then you haven’t seen the “25 Random Things” notes that have been going around.  At first I thought it was silly to write a note with 25 things and then “tag” 25 people in that note to write their 25 things.  But as I have been reading others’ notes, I have really enjoyed them.  So, in what feels like betraying the “I’ll never participate in chain letters or sappy email forwards” promise I made to myself very early in life, I give you my 25 things.

  1. I’ve fallen out of a raft in a class 4 rapid on the Arkansas river in Colorado.
  2. I’d like people to think that I can properly load and shoot a muzzle-loading rifle just because I have once.
  3. My wife and I had a fight on the way to staff meeting last week that was resolved via text message.
  4. I very rarely read all of the lesson that I teach on Wednesday nights at church before I am actually teaching it.
  5. I once could recite the entire book of Philippians from memory.
  6. I am frequently interested in making people think that I don’t care what they think about me. That’s right, I hide behind “transparency.”
  7. As a (far more self-absorbed than I’d care to admit) verbal-processing extrovert, I talk so much about myself that I find it difficult to find something to put on these lists that people don’t already know.
  8. My pediatrician once told me I’d be between 6’10” and 7’0″ tall.  I got good at rebounding in basketball.  Then I stopped growing at 6′ 1″ and started focusing on guitar.
  9. I once shared the gospel with a vodka-enhanced former KGB agent who was wearing only tightie-whities.
  10. I have typed at least two things that were not true (or not completely true) while making this list and then deleted them.  A few years ago I probably would have left those things on the list.
  11. I’ve flown east all the way around the world in a summer.
  12. I once wrote a song in an afternoon for my wife (who had gone shopping, I think) that included the line “Still long for the day when we get in a fight // and it turns out that I was right.”
  13. I cry at unimportant things like movies and sermon illustrations, but rarely cry at things like funerals of loved ones.  That may be due in part to the fact that I frequently get asked to speak at those funerals, and nerves keep me from crying.
  14. I like to think of myself as a country boy at heart, but I’ll never move away from the city.
  15. I have an uncanny ability to memorize numbers.  I still remember the phone number from my grandparent’s next-door neighbor when I was around 16 years old, and many of the phone numbers of my childhood friends.  It’s not an automatic thing, in that I have to consciously think “remember this.”  But once I do commit it to memory, I’m pretty stuck with it.
  16. I used to have 20-13 vision.
  17. Before my senior year in college, I had no idea what a 401-K or an IRA was, or that it referred to anything financial.  I’ve never balanced a checkbook.  (and I can’t remember the last time I wrote a paper check, for that matter)
  18. According to my boss in high school, I was the fastest and most efficient weed-eater operator he’d ever seen in 25 years of landscaping experience.  That hasn’t given me any advantage in my adult life, to my knowledge.
  19. I’ve driven more of the coolest classic cars (’64 & ’65 GTO, ’26 Model-T,  ’57 Pontiac, ’67 Buick Riviera, not to mention some modern muscle cars like Corvettes, supercharged Mini-Coopers and Chargers) than most folks, due to my grandfather and father’s collection of them.
  20. I have creative passion, but very little discipline when it comes to giving those passions an outlet.  And I am ashamed of my attempts at art, often.
  21. I didn’t drink my first full alcoholic beverage until I was 22 years old.  At one point since then I tried to make up for lost time.  I am learning moderation.
  22. I quit playing baseball growing up because my big brother quit, and I was on his team first.  That and there was a conflict with Boy Scouts.  I think I could’ve been a decent baseball player.
  23. One of my biggest fears in life is that I would not live out the gospel in such a way that my son grows up with a positive view of Jesus.
  24. I’ve been pick-pocketed on a Roman subway.  They stole my camera.  When I realized I was pick-pocketed I punched a plaster wall in anger and hurt my hand.
  25. I’ve run naked (except for hiking boots) through the snow in the Swiss Alps.  There was tastefully long-distance photographic evidence of that, but it was stolen with my camera in Rome.

Corporate Sins.

Earlier a friend of mine twittered “Later, when you are jumping up and down yelling “we did it!” remember that all you did was sit on a couch feeding corporate America. GO TEAM”

And, being the tweet-first-question-later type I am, I hastily replied “later, when you are watching a movie on your big screen, proud of yourself for not watching the game, you still fed USA Inc.”

And then in the ensuing moments that passed I noted that I was only getting angrier at her tweet.  So, as is my custom, I asked myself why I was mad.  That often leads me to find the idolatry in my life.  Here’s what I found out.

First off, I am not even a football fan except in passing, so it wasn’t her attack of the NFL that got me mad.  It wasn’t her attack on corporate America that got me mad, either.  I am not a fan of how everything has advertising dollars attached to it, to the point that the phrases “Super Bowl” and “March Madness” have been trademarked.

What I eventually came to realize (with the help of the Holy Spirit, I suppose) is that the reason her message offended me so is that it struck very close to my idols.  I am a sports fan.  My drug of choice is college basketball, but I feel inclined to stick up for other fans, especially during the biggest single sports day of the American year.

I am very conscious of my idolatry in that area.  I am prone to trusting in and longing for the verification of my identity that comes from a UNC basketball victory.  I walk a little taller after we beat dook each time.  Conversely, I don’t talk to folks after a Carolina defeat, for at least a few hours.  And God is working on that area, helping me to see that it’s OK to enjoy a game without tying my identity to it.

And her tweet revealed that there is still work to do.

So, I apologize publicly for my offense of firing back when fired upon.  God is still working on me.