The over the last seventeen days that voice has been screaming. Yet, no blogs. I've tried to store some of these thoughts, but I doubt they will resurface.
Here's a quick list of what should have blossomed into posts:
8/16: I'm going on a cruise.
8/17 morning: The Willifords sang in the 8:15 and 10:30 traditional services. They say they were embracing one another so they didn't fall over. I know it's because they love one another.

8/17 evening: My family and I had dinner with my sister and brother-in-law. I love them both dearly. They are amazing people. I'm pretty much a bad brother. We had great Indian food.
8/18: Boarded our cruise. Is it wrong to to want to sleep and not find Isaac and Capt. Stubbing?
8/19: Read Robert B. Parker's "School Days". I love Spenser novels. I hate Jesse Stone and Sunny Randall novels. I refuse to even link to them.
8/19 dinner: Doug's preoccupation with knives has gone too far.

8/20: Arrived in Progresso, Mexico. Rode ATVs on a sisal plantation. American and Mexican standards of industrial safety are different (to be diplomatic).

8/20: Katie shopped with grandparents. I think he's not really a mariachi.
8/21: Arrived in Cozumel. Swam with a dolphin named Ashin. Dolphins are easier to train than humans.
8/22 after dinner: Pictures with the family and Karen. I love this woman.
8/23: Cruises are, for the money, an amazing trip. As I ate, I kept thinking of Cory's vacation blogs. There would have been no way to blog every great meal I had. But there is another side of cruising that disturbed me. First, on a cruise you don't really see a place. You see the characterization of a place and it's people. I'm pretty sure they just see a characterization of visitors also. Although, I can justify how our tourist dollars support the people and the ports of call, it's not just. Our cruise had 100,000 lbs of refuse food at the end of the cruise. Our need to get away and be entertained fuels whole economies. I'm thinking about my next cruise being with Mercy Ships.


8/22: Read "Hundred-Dollar Baby" by Robert B. Parker. Realized Robert Urich played Spenser in the first tv adaptations of Spenser, Spenser: for hire, and Captain Jim Kennedy on Love Boat: the Next Wave (don't waste you time googling it).
8/22 dinner: Baked Alaska should not me made with neapolitan. I'm not a fan of neapolitan ice cream. Read what Todd and Artie think about neapolitan.



8/24: I declare the word "cool" dead in my vocabulary.
8/25: Should have posted ten things I should do before leaving for vacation so I'm not slammed when I get back. School starts. Is she really starting high school?

8/26: I appreciate a well organized meeting. Running one must be harder than I think it should be.
8/27: Wakey Wakey. I love Wakey Wakey. I love youth. I love Chick-fil-A. I love prayer. Wakey Wakey is the perfect combination.
8/28: I hate boxes now. My house is livable but we have no less that 1,652 left to unpack or garage sale.
8/29: Football. Panthers love their football. Panthers beat Robert E. Lee. Katie marched in her first game.
8/30: Jeff Johnson in concert at the church. We are activated as an emergency shelter.
8/31: Todd's last day at the church. I'll miss him. I am proud of him and for him.
9/1: Worked a the shelter. Thanks Ashley, Luiza, Cole and Hunter! Took a great, blog worthy nap.
9/2: Gustav watered my lawn. I drafted the world's crappiest fantasy football team ever. Adrienne started as children's guru and barista to God. I'm excited for her and the church. She'll be amazing (she pretty much already is amazing).
9/3: I'm never amazed at the need for people to be listened to and heard. I'm constantly amazed people's inability to listen.
Anyone know of a worship leader feeling called to a new ministry? I've got one.