Saturday Thoughts

I hope this will be brief because I’ve had a few late nights in a row and Sunday comes early around here.
1. I was thinking about global warming today. Can things like Carbon Dioxide and cow farts really change the climate? Didn’t God know this when He was creating everything? If we all started driving Hybrids tomorrow, could we honestly know how that would affect things 20 years down the road? Isn’t it interesting that on both sides of the argument, people are making a ton of money? I will confess that my family is responsible for a lot of trash. Most of mine lately is Mountain Dew bottles and Big Mac boxes.
2. John McCain is 71 years old. Hillary Clinton is in her 60’s. These are my options? These are my representatives? I’m not anti-old. I’m anti-old president.
3. I had a kinda out of body experience today. I was looking at some camp pictures(Thanks Deb) when I thought to my self,”Who is this guy? He looks like he’s having a lot of fun.” It took me a minute to reconnect with my memories because for a moment it was like I was remembering things from an outside point of view. A few times I thought, did I really do that? Am I capable of these things? What did I say around that camp fire? What words were in the rhyme around the ping pong tables? Do I really cry that much? There’s this thing I call “camp mode.” It’s when the Mountain Dew, ice cream sandwiches, adrenaline, ADD, and the Holy Spirit kick in and anything is possible. Now, you don’t have to be at camp to get into camp mode. I had it for about 10 minutes in the IZone in Orlando. It’s scary cause I don’t know if I know that guy anymore. I used to think I could turn it on at a moment’s notice in the right circumstance(and with a little “encouragement” from Wes), but today I don’t know if I could’ve reached down deep to find it. So, I’m washing dishes thinking, “what if that’s all behind me and I never get to give another camp fire speech again?” What if, at 32, I’ve done everything great in ministry that I’m going to do? What if I never lose my voice on the first night of camp again because I have nothing good to say? It’s weird because I’ve already had the privilege to do most of the things I ever dreamed of doing in ministry…DYP, camp director, camp speaker, convention team, leading mission trips. Maybe I didn’t ask God for enough. Maybe I got satisfied and I didn’t know it. So, here’s where I am. It’s time for Act 2(not to be confused with Acts 2 the old SWU drama team). Now, this is scary. Not roller coaster scary, but everything on the line scary. Stakes are high scary. Rocky 3 speech on the beach scary. Just typing this has got me thinking…there’s gotta be some ice cream sandwiches somewhere in this HiZouse. Stay tuned….