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Road trip. For those of you that don’t know, I’ve been spending this entire month in Georgia… except for this past weekend. This past weekend I decided to go back to Michigan… in a car. Pretty impressive, huh? I thought so too. There was a conference at the church I go to up there. It was pretty much amazing and I loved every last minute of it. The cool part? The road trip, of course! We had a blast. The 15 passenger not-too-ghetto van did a great job. The people inside of it were very entertaining. And Heidi Baker will forever go down in history now (long story).
Tigers anyone? This is one of my favorite highlights from the road trip. Actually, there were a lot of highlights but this one was the most embarrassing. It’s just evidence as to why you shouldn’t talk to me when I’m driving. We were just entering Detroit, getting onto I-75 to head south. I was driving. Jess, one of the girls, and I were talking about downtown Detroit, baseball, the Tigers. I was sharing a story, essentially. It’s what I do best. Anyway… we’re driving… driving… and people start saying things from the back like, “um.” It wasn’t because they were stuttering. They wondered where the heck I was going. Finally, as I came to the stoplight I exclaimed, “what the heck am I doing?” What was I doing? Taking them to the baseball stadium. I subconsciously drove to Comerica Park. Never talk to me while I’m driving.
Cracker Barrel. We started keeping track of all the Cracker Barrel’s we passed. I think there’s just as many of those along I-75 as McDonald’s. Seriously. There are a lot of ’em. But you know what works? They’re advertising works. Every five miles is a billboard with a simple statement: Cracker Barrel – exit 81. And don’t forget, it always has the picture of the barrel and the old guy. So what did we do when we go to exit 81? Of course we went to Cracker Barrel. I had breakfast because they serve it all day (something else they deliciously advertise). Good stuff.
Worship. I might write something every week about worship, huh? I love it. I really do. Not only did I get to lead worship the past two nights at Real Life training camp (wasn’t scheduled to), but I also found out on Monday that I get to go here and go to their worship school this summer. Am I excited? You bet I am. I’ll get some excellent training, get better, and it’ll be awesome. And I just made friends with a certain individual who knows Phil Keaggy. If I can ever meet him, then I’ll have him pray his guitar playing ability over me. What a stud muffin.
Newsletter. Simply put: I finished my newsletter for this quarter yesterday. Do you want one? Send me your email address ([email protected]) and I’ll hook you up with one. I’m sending them in PDF format this year to save on postage costs. Also, they just look way cooler because I’m not limited by black-and-white.
