Back in the MKE

That was just about the most exhausting week I can remember. Not much sleep. Overly energetic daughter. Made it home last night after: drive 1 1/2 hours stop at St.arbucks climb on chairs... drive 1 1/2 hours lunch with my sis, Teri play at the park drive to airport turn in car bus to terminal security checkpoint lose Maui Jim's wait entertain Amelia wait run after Amelia wait... flight to MKE See Regina waiting in the terminal nest to St.arbucks (didn't get anything to drink) Regina took off work today to spend some time with the daughter she's been missing. Hopefully, Amelia will be back to normal tomorrow. She's still a little wound up.

Derby #2

Regina's parents pulled into town on Friday. So, Saturday we went for a walk down the street to a little park. And here was the big excitement...

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It was deinitely big fun in the big Derb.

After a long day Amelia went to bed early and I'm debating about a late movie at Warren Old Town. I have about 20 minutes to decide.

Sleep? or 21 with stadium seating and service at my seat? Who knows which will happen...

First night in Derby

Made it to Kansas with little problem. Somehow, I didn't hear the announcement at the airport for early boarding if you've got kids and the like. So, here I am. Amelia in her car seat on wheels, diaper bag over my shoulder, and Taylor 614ce in hard case, walking down the ramp to get on the plane. I get to the door and the stewardess looks at me like I'm trying to part the red sea while juggling sharp objects. Probably not far off the mark. I've gotta say that the Midwest folks were very helpful. Not only did they help me get the car seat installed right, they loaded my guitar into the overhead for me and asked no questions. If you've ever tried to fly with an acoustic, you know just how amazing this truly is. Anyway, we got into KC, got luggage and had to get on a bus to the rental car facility. Me, Amelia (in her rolling car seat), my guitar, one small suitcase, and one large one - trying to get onto a bus and then rent a car. It had to be quite comical. We finally made it to the car and it was smooth sailing from there. Pulled into Derby and met with Jeff at PBC to work out the service for this weekend. I'll be filling in while he's in Portugal on a mission trip of sorts. Aparently, the set we have planned will be pushing the envelope a little for the good folks at Pleasantview. As this is the church where I grew up, I hope I'm not stirring up a hornets next - as worship music style issues tend to be. We shall see.

Of flying and cash

  • Heading to Kansas tomorrow. Flying Midwest into KC in the AM. Renting a car for the week, driving down 35 through the flint hills, through Wichita, and into the big Derb. Amelia and I will be staying with my folks and I'll be using that has a home base for some church tech recon. There are a couple great churches in the ITC that I'm looking forward to talking with.
Regina is a little freaked at the prospect of being away from her little one for so long. But I'm sure she'll find things to occupy her time - like the massage/mani/pedi on Friday.
  • Started using Pearbudget last week. I like it a lot. Easy to use and helps us keep track of what we've been spending on. It's also the simplest application for actually creating and maintaining a budget that I've seen. Check it out.
A couple things...
  • For those who may be concerned. Nope, there has not been a horrendous event which prompted my last entry. Just things that rattle around in my head and need to get out from time to time. Sorry if I caused alarm.
  • I'm heading to Kansas with Amelia next week. We'll do several things.
    • Amelia will get to hang out with her grandparents from both sides, as well as cousins, aunts, uncles and one very special great grandmother.
    • I'll get the chance to talk to some friends and acquaintances at some cool churches in the ITC about lights, video, imag, music, and how they affect worship and outreach - a self directed conference, if you will.
    • We'll give Regina some much deserved quiet time to rest and regenerate. That's after she gets over her little girl not being at home...
    • I'll get to lead worship at the church where I grew up. I've led there several times. It's way different from Harvest, but a good church with people who've known me since I was 5.
  • I have the sense that Harvest is heading toward what could prove a very cool time in the history of this church. Lots of things lining up.
  • 17 1/2 weeks till we leave for Jamaica. I'm ready for some warm white sand and clear turquoise water. We're heading back to CSA where we went in '05. I can smell that salty air...

Shouldering burdens

Struggles come for each of us. From time to time. For reasons that we cannot quite grasp. Struggles come.

Why then, are we surprised/upset/discouraged when they do come our way? Why then do we feel as though the world will end this time? When we have successfully survived the trials of the past?

This happens because we forget the trouble when it is past. We celebrate the spring without clinging to the pain of the winter. When the sun is bright and warm on the cheek, we forget that it was once dark. And we are oblivious to the inevitable night that so quickly approaches from the eastern horizon.

At times I wonder what it is like for those who work in the secular world. Do they feel the weight of many eyes each week as they work in sales or healthcare or tech? Do they feel the weight of expectation in the same way we who work in the church do?

I am certain that some do. I am even more certain that some do not.

Those who feel the heavy weight of expectation regularly understand how the burden grows. They understand how one’s best is never enough. And they can see the burden others bear. A different shape, from a different source, but still alike in its oft-destructive effects.

It is these who, when their burden is lighter, will help another shoulder a weight that is not their own to bear. To you, many thanks are offered and much deserved.

For those who do not feel the weight and who have no understanding of its effects, it becomes easy to sit by and pass judgment on those bearing the weight. For some it becomes a consuming force – evaluating how others walk under strain. “I don’t like the way you’re doing that.” “Do it this way.” “I like the way he does it, why don’t you do it the same way?” In doing this, they do not realize that weight is added with each comment, each judgmental glance. Each smirk compounds the initial weight. What we would ask is that you walk along side us. Help bear the weight. Feel firsthand the difficulty and reserve judgment. Rather, encourage. Support. Join. Serve.

It is in serving together that understanding can be forged. And it is through understanding that caring words are heard.