Where do you begin?
Where do you begin to describe a week that was all parts unique, all parts amazing, and all parts interesting (for a number of reasons). I write, today, just hours after returning from a mission trip to Atlanta with middle school students from my church (a group of students also joined at the site from Michigan City, Ind.). Prayers were answered - the students’ eyes were opened to the glory of God in all His splendor and hearts were opened to his love.
So was mine. It was an exhausting week, as I’m barely able to keep an eye open while writing, but it’s a good exhausted. That explains that Tired aspect of the headline. I assume I should explain Mr. Mom and bald.
Mr. Mom
On Tuesday evening, we headed over to the Martin Luther King, Jr., area of Atlanta. What an inspiring historical landmark, but we’ll write more on that later. A group of about six girls from the church came over to be led by me through the center and the many different areas of the landmark. I guess my love for history won them over to my gang.
Going into Tuesday, I wasn’t having the best of times. If it wasn’t the heat, it was old habits that are hard to break, and if it wasn’t that it was disappointment to not finishing a home. Then here comes these girls who wanted to hear about Martin Luther King, Jr., his story, and maybe a little laughter from me in the process.
What took place was a great afternoon of hanging out and having a great time. The girls ended up calling me Mr. Mom - a nickname that became a mantra for the remainder of the week. The rest of the week was amazing and I learned so much about being in ministry. This wasn’t a lesson in working on a site - though it was part of it - but lessons in being a leader, a friend, a guide, and a proclaimer of the word. There is so much that can be said of what happened that I’ll need multiple blogs. Let’s just leave it with this line - I’m fully confident of the life Christ has set out for me and I’m humbled by it, and ready for the journey to really begin now.
There will be more on that, trust me.
The Bald
I guess my hair was a large focal point of conversation. One of our youth wanted to give me and others a mohawk - I guess those things are back in “style.” At first, I was like No, but then gave in to a buzz cut.
So, Thursday evening after a cookout, I’m sitting in a chair as a friend of mine is buzzing off my hair. In the process, the entire camp was cheering and taking photographs. I’ve not heard anything negative so far on the “new look.”
Once we get some photos, we’ll place them up.
