Our El Salvador mission report was last night. Personally I think we assume that the congregation knows alot more than what they do know about these trips. Start from the beginning. Explain as if they haven’t ever heard of the country of El Salvador.
Anyways they asked me to do the opening prayer, which I royally messed up (I felt) but the rest of the congregation either wasn’t listening or didn’t care.
Some final thoughts about this retreat. Friday night I was put in a situation which I did not want to be in. It took a bit of convincing, but finally a compromise was reached. The powers that be may loathe me for this compromise. Mayhaps I’m just living with ghosts of the past. Or maybe I’m just trying to keep the peace. Apparently others didn’t blame me, either.
Saturday night they played capture the flag. Again, another game which I don’t participate in, simply because I am not athletic and don’t see what the big deal about this game. But it was kinda intreging. Such as the vastness of the darkness. The empty field. The long explanation of the rules. I think an empty field is better than anything Short Mountain can offer. Capture the flag at Short Mountain causes chiropracters to pull hamstrings.
I’m gonna take an electric sander to that graffiti in the girls cabins. The graffiti seems to be written recently with lame “Retreat 2002” written abundantly. The wood is unpainted and the graffiti easily sands off. I figure an electric sander + extension cords = no graffiti.
With no graffiti around, budding artists will be less likely to draw on them. Leaving your mark on someone else’s property is just lame.
I did find the answer to what $96K buys these days. The basement of the main cabin looks great. I was promised a conference room, but it was more of a waiting area in the main hallway. That’s where the leather couch and chair were. Nice bathrooms too. Unisex. You couldn’t tell who’s they were. Utility rooms behind every door…seemingly.
They did get their money’s worth with this expenditure. It was needed. New windows and doors on the main cabin. I won’t miss those screened-in doors that had a distinct slamming sound.
While everyone else was cleaning up, John and I drove down to the creek to see if we could scout out any good place to hang a rope swing. There wasn’t anything that distinctly stood out in my mind. All I could see was poision ivy. I hope for a better solution. John and I agreed to meet up again about this rope situation once the weather (and the temperature of the creek) was warmer.
P.S. Josh Hunter has put up a new discussion board. The Burkas are posting there. Interesting.