Hymns

You know listening to Songs of Redemption by Jars of Clay is really good. I grew up listening to all the hymns in church. In fact, I don't think I really ever sang many "choruses" except at camp and then in college. However, in today's culture, I believe that many more people would listen and enjoy singing the hymns if they sounded like this. The messages in these songs are tremendous, but tragically, the message is often drowned out by the organ blaring very loudly and slowly. Please, please, please check out this cd. I had kind of lost interest in Jars of Clay, but this is good stuff.

Still struggling with some stuff, but definitely seeing "light at the end of the tunnel". I guess part of it is still dealing with how much we are "needed" or "wanted" here. It's the same stuff you hear all the time in ministry. If something is wrong you hear, but if things you're doing something right, it seems to be quiet. Part of me thinks we don't hear anything one way or the other. Am I doing what the church expects? Am I preaching relevant sermons to their needs? Am I leading them into a growing relationship with God through Jesus Christ? That's my prayer. That's my desire.

We've been a bit "homesick" lately, but those spells always come and go. We'll be very excited for school to start up again. Have I mentioned that yet? I was asked to be a head coach for Isaac's soccer league. I graciously (and very quickly) declined citing the fact that I've never coached or even played organized soccer in my life. Hopefully, he'll have a coach so I can at least help in some way. Kinda funny, though, for those who know my soccer IQ.

We walked downtown at the Peach Festival on Saturday. I don't remember if I mentioned this earlier. If so, forgive me. I'm 31. The "Old-Timer's" is beginning to set in. It was an ok little town festival. Nothing compared to the Blueberry Festival in Plymouth though. We didn't even get peach pie or peach ice cream. Guess we'll have to wait till next year. We even have a nice peach tree in our yard. Tasty.

Enough rambling. Later.