Papers are due today. Which means this is a day of recovery. For some it's finally getting some rest after a long sleepless night of work. For others it's a seat on a couch and a blank stare of relief. For me, I think I'm somewhere in between with a mixture of Counting Crows and rain drops as my soundtrack. I just finished cleaning my room which is a nice feeling after being submerged in a nest of neglected belongings and paperwork for the past two weeks while doing homework. Open the windows, deep breath.
Church was a bit different today. For one thing there was a missionary from Liberia who spoke. I was rather captivated by the her intense experiences and the passion she had for the people she was reaching. I hope that I can find a course in life that wells up that kind of passion in me. Another thing that might not seem exciting to most people, but it was a huge step in my eyes, was the addition of a video projector instead of the normal overhead projector. We were able to display the words to the songs using power point! I can't begin to tell you how happy I was to see this. I made sure to express my appreciation to the man who headed it up. Hopefully I can encourage him enough to make it permanent happening.
Despite the busyness of this past week, we still managed to make time for a couple solid nights of worship. The first was last Monday. It was such a nice night that we decided to build a fire down on the beach and sing a few songs. Some former Kaleo students that now go to Briercrest happened to be visiting for the week while they were on reading break so they were able to join us. It was cool. One of the visiting students is majoring in worship ministry and is a gifted worship leader. So a few days ago we were able to put a band together for a night of worship that he was able to lead. It was intense. I was able to play bass which is always exciting for me. I forgot how much I enjoy playing bass.
Yesterday I toasted a couple of Pop-Tarts which attracted the attention of Johann (one of the Brazilian part time workers here at camp). He apparently had never heard of a Pop-Tart before and was incredibly fascinated by it. His joyous reaction to his first bite was pretty great. I'll never take a Pop-Tart for granted ever again.
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Eric, you continue to fascinate me. You go from intense listening to a missionary and the wonder of worship to the joy received by sharing a pop tart! I just imagine how you fascinate your heavenly Father. He shared a fish breakfast with some wayward disciples and reassured them of their place in His work. I am also fascinated with your writting skills. You quirky sense of humor comes through in little pharses.
I had the baby and his two older brothers Sat. along with grandpa. At different times in the day I wondered why grandkids were so precious to me. Then I read your blog and got excited again realizing God's gift to us in our old age is grandchildren; even great big tall ones.
Your passion is within you already and God is stirring it up all the time. We love you and continue to pray for you. love grandma
It's the little things in life that bring happiness!
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