Not sure how well you can see this, but I had the chance to watch ET in the park tonight with some friends (next pic). One of the benefits of So Cal life!
I think I have mono. Not really, but I was really tired today. You know, one of those days where your eyes are just perpetually heavy and you feel “off.” I made it through classes and some additional studying on top of that.
Last night I had the opportunity to lead the worshoip music at San Marino’s evening informal service. It was good to get some experience at doing that and I have a new appreciation for those who do it on a regular basis. Not to fear, I will not be joining the ranks of aspiring worship leaders.
Feel free to add Lesslie Newbigin to the list of authors you just have to read if you want to get a better grasp on this whole Christianity thing. I just finished one of his books, The Open Secret. He had some of the most insightful and profound theological insights I have ever come across.
I will be flying home (OH) on the 6th of June for the summer. I am so excited to spend time with family and friends (also get to avoid the excruciating heat of So. Cal. summers). This time carries so much more meaning now that, for all intents and purposes, my life is here.
My family out here celebrated my sister Nicole’s 16th birthday last week. It couldn’t have been more perfect. It was a surprise party and she never expected a thing. I think I saw more of a reaction out of her in the instant she realized all her friends were gathered in the restaurant to greet her than I have in any other instance. Everyone had a truly great time and she was also taken completely surprised by the key she found in her birthday cake for her new car which dad and I had picked up earlier in the day and which was conveniently parked right outside. I have to think that it will be one of her greatest memories of high school.
“Focker out”

If you recognize these guys then chances are you were in the youth ministry at RiverTree while I was there. This is Michael and George of “Lost and Found,” a common feature of CIY conferences. Michael (crazy hair) was in a Pasadena coffee shop tonight. I could not believe it. He wasn’t playing or anything, just hanging out. How unbelieveable is that? He sadi to say, “Stein Auf!” Not really, but I could tell he was thinking it.

This is a relatively new addition to my life – a hermit crab. A few of my friends took a trip to Costa Rica and risked years of jail time to smuggle this little guy out of the country in a baby food jar. They named him Muerte courtest of Muerte from the movie, Undercover Blues. His name means “death” (yeah, that doesn’t bode well for his chances). Although, he is now over 3 weeks old if you assume he was born the day I received him. His water dish is a broken off toothpaste cap. The big shell is just for decoration and he is busy munching on an apple slice. I’ll be sure to update you on his exploits!
A Dream
I dreamed a dream the night before last
Left to wonder of the images that passed
A homeless boy stood and cried
Humbled and scared I asked, “Why?”
“I have no food – my parents…gone
I am quite sure I won’t last long”
“I am a Christian I’ll pray for you
Maybe God will send some food
Or better yet, here’s some cash
That should help nice and fast”
As I looked at him I hoped to see
A new-found smile or maybe glee
But the boy still cried, harder now
I wondered if he’d heard my vow
“Didn’t you hear, food to eat!
And no more sleeping on the street!”
“I’m sorry sir for my tears
They only signify my fears
Food and shelter prolong the hours
Each one making my life more sour
What good is it to be off the street
If you still have no one with which to eat
See, food and shelter come and go
What I’d like best is just to know
That I am loved and someone cares
I mostly get awkward stares”
He looked at me with wearied eyes
My heart was gripped with surprise
Caring now had been transformed
I stood amazed as one reborn
As all the world now grew dim
I finally saw that he was me and I him
And in a flash the boy was gone
Yet still these thoughts linger on
If I met Jesus on the street
Would I simply offer him food to eat
Would I not beg him stay
And linger long throughout the day
Though this is a sad confession
Through this dream I have learned this lesson
Jesus’ meals were always shared
And by this act all knew he cared
It’s at the supper table that feet are washed
Sins forgiven and pride gets lost
He came to us as one unknown
And by his life true glory shone
Though Jesus gave his blood for sin
His greatest gift was simply him
He bade us all, “Love like me!
It is this love that sets you free”
So free I am and free I’ll be
To be with others as Christ with me