Lately this weblog has turned into raw thoughts and feelings. It has grown since its early days of September 2001 where I’d post maybe one sentence every few days. Now it seems like I’m writing paragraphs everyday, sometimes twice a day.
You might have to excuse that last post. I was very frustrated when I wrote it. I guess I need to send out some kind of notice to all the deacons at church. Something to the effect of “Do not wait until the last minute to spring something huge on the audio visual staff.” I don’t think I would be as upset if it didn’t happen too often. The thing is that it happens all the time. Whenever there’s a special missions or other visual presentation, the audio visual workers are never notified of any type of special presentation which might require reworking on our computer.
Also out of those 150 of so pictures, only about 50 were worthy of showing on the screen. The others were less than spectacular….ie the back of people’s heads, blurry pictures, similiar pictures already shown, etc…. Sounds like someone needs to learn how to take pictures.
Remember that Barren County Camp I went to in the Summer of 2000? Well, they’re having their camp again this year. Needless to say I won’t be visiting it for one night like I did last summer. I don’t feel a need to ruin my summer again with bad memories. When I was there for a whole week during the summer of 2000, I was treated like a 2nd class citizen. Never really considered a full staff member. Some of those people are stuck in their own little world….not oblivious to the attitudes expressed with their actions and facial expressions. I see how they treat visitors and I don’t like it. True, there were a handful of people there who I cared about. But mostly it was just a bunch of stuck up people in their own little pathetic world where the center of the universe is Glasgow, Kentucky. Good riddance.
Our youth minister Phil has come up with a theme for Mt. Juliet’s summer camp. It’s Camp Stratiotes. I don’t even know how to pronouce it. Comes from some type of Greek translations of soldier. Methinks it will take the entire week to learn how to pronouce it properly.
This got me thinking today. Baptism is very much a personal decision. If it were upto me, I’d have everyone at camp down at the creek first thing Sunday afternoon and have a mass baptism just to get things taken care of. We’d even baptize those who were already Christians just to be sure. But it doesn’t really work like that. It’s all personal. I have to wait for people to come to me about it. Some people never will. It’s just that I have to accept.