flying out

Welp the next time I update will probably be an indication whether or not I'm moving.

Some stuff has been moving mighty quick lately. I had a second interview with Sugar Creek Baptist Church out in Sugarland Texas not two weeks ago. That went well, I emailed a few days later because they said they would set up number three with another guy, gave some times and said let me know when you would like it to happen. Tuesday of this week I get a random phone call, i recognize the area code and pick up. Third interview in the can, I thought it went well, but apparently they thought it went really well. I got a call a few hours later asking if this weekend I was free to fly down because they wanted to get me in before the youth were out for some reason (the position I'm in the running for is working in the youth ministry). I said HECK YES I CAN. The next day I had flight confirmations in my inbox and right now I'm sitting in Cleveland Airport waiting on my flight out to houston.

I really fell like this has been a God thing.
I've never felt like leaving Answers In Genesis was the wrong option. I still feel that way to this day, it's a great, God ordained place, but it was not for me. I had said when I left if I couldn't find anything that I would serve at a resturaunt in the interim. Frankly I feel like God was waiting for me to do that, to see if I actually would, to humble me. Days later I started on this process with the church. I feel totaly comfortable, and at peace with the entire thing.

Now the thing is, this church process could pan out to be nothing at all, and I understand that, but I'm also excited just to see God moving. If not here, then somewhere else. It is a confirmation for sure that I want to be part of a ministry full time in some respect doing what I love to do, media/tech work.

So a bit about this position, It's an Assistant Techincal Director. I'd report to the TD and the youth worship pastor. I'd be in charge of the tech for the youth ministry (lights, sound, video, stage design etc.) and then whatever else needs done. Doing training and team building with the youth involved in the services.

Bascially not a strech of the imagination seeing myself fill this at all.

Thanks to all who have prayed for my job situation.

My waiting room has been a couple months, and thats short in comparison to some peoples. Yet God is faithful to his own.

A lot is going on

The last time we talked I was busy but nothing that paid.

This week I started training again at Bravo's Italian Cucina (kitchen).
I walked in friday and was hired saturday. (no I didn't stay over night and camp out till they hired me).
Sunday morning Eric got the bright idea of tearing out the entire FOH console area and rebuilding it. (since we were going to do the install of a new board anyway)
So for the past 3 days I have spent A TON of time at church ripping out, running cable, planning, figuring out logistics of placement, getting supplies and arguing over the best way to do it.
Oh there has been a lot of prayer, that we're ready for a crash run through tomorrow afternoon for our wednesday night service.
I'm updating the graphic for the sermon series tonight.
I start doing follows on thursday for work.
Oh and tomorrow morning I have a second phone interview with Sugar Creek Baptist in Sugarland, Texas.
Busy Busy Busy.
In between training/following at Bravo's I'm going to be finishing up the install of the FOH system and hoping that it all works completely for Sunday morning.


For some reason every time I see a car with Obama '08 on it I am seeing a repetitive trend...they're black, same with tacky yard signs. Today I saw a car that had used window paint to paint OBAMA '08 on the rear windshield. Sure enough he was black. I didn't think his platform was ethnicity but it sure has turned into that. Every black person is proud to have someone of their own skin color running for the big man upstairs.

My thing is...the differences stop with the fact that he has more melanin...they fail to notice that he doesn't talk like he walked out of the ghetto...in fact he talks like your average whitey. So the next time you go to buy a car pennant that proudly beats your candidate choice into the side of your motor vehicle remember...check out the platform, background and dedication. The person you vote for is more than skin deep.

Its been a few days you know what that means...

updates!

- I've run sound twice during the day and 3 times during the evening at church this week.
- I created a sermon series graphic.
- I managed to only make it to the gym once this week so far (horror upon horrors)
- I still don't have a job and am starting to get yelled at for it.
- I want a job but am having problems finding one. (and while I don't really want a restaurant job I can't seem to find one there either)
- I've eaten poorly this week. (ie out a lot)
- I ordered a new soundboard for church.
- I have slept in the basement every night this week because my dad refuses to actually make the house cool.
- I am almost always hot.
- I am wearing jeans right now and with it being hot it's a bad idea.
- I need to move out of my house (job first) and find a place on my own soon. I love my family but it's time.
- My mom and I are at odds a little bit this week because she's overly emotional. It can't be menopause because she already hit that...is there something else?
- I've still got some things to finish up for church this week but I need to apply more places to work first.
- I'm running sound at a wedding friday/saturday and church sunday (6day sound week).
- This has turned into a really dumb post.

Remember how I talked about the waiting room a bit ago? It was echo'd back to me by a man in my church who I'm 99.99999% sure never read my blog. Really kinda cool for God to confirm that he has me waiting for some reason.

The Weekend Recap

If you haven't noticed a trend I'm going to try and pick up a consistency in my blogging, and it's just gonna be me. No frills, no gills, no if's, and's, or but's.

I put a bit about this before hand but my friend Nelson decided it would be a good idea to sit a moving chainsaw down on his foot.

No Nelson...not a good idea.

So most of yesterday was spent hanging out at hospitals.
First one was to see Niki because she had her baby and there were some complications, a few surgery's later Easton's on his way to recovery and doing fine. We sat in the waiting room for an hour because we thought there were already people in Niki's room...there were not.

Secondly we went and saw Nelson P. Floyd. (We being the two Rachel's and I).
He was still in recovery and in a lot of pain (go figure) so we went and got food and walked through Urban Outfitters (which is painful when you have no job). I bought flip-flops.
We got back to the room and there is Nelson half smiling half grimacing. This Asian nurse saying things heavily accented about his bowel movements, we're all trying not to laugh because he is confused. Then she grabs his foot that he just had operated on...he was trying not to say bad things to her.

She leaves and his comment is...WHY UP UNTIL NOW HAS EVERYONE BEEN CAREFUL AND IT'S THE ASIAN!....
racist nelson.
Then he tells her Morphine does not help the pain and makes him itch "You want me to stop?", "No keep it coming"
druggie nelson.
IF YOU COME BACK BRING ME FOOD
hungry nelson.

if you're driving through a neighbor hood where everyone is on their porch staring you down you're automatically a racist...even if you're white and the people staring are white.

Tonight I'm going to hang out with Spiderman and Batman and little kids. I just hope after some fair warnings that the two super hero's put their weapons away before they take the stage again...and thank goodness precious few people will actually know what I mean by that.

The Rose For Sharron

First of all...I've got to say tonight is one of the most beautiful nights in Cincy that I have ever experienced. I seriously felt like I was on the beach the entire time.

Secondly I've got some great friends to hang with...even if one of them feels like her head is going to fall off.

Now on to Sharron's Rose

You see...tonight we sat at Starbucks for who knows how long and talked, about God, life, friends, friends almost cutting their foot off (yes Nelson), love, well...love in respect to people finding it.

It was getting late, probably 9ish and people have been going in and out of starbucks ordering drinks, sitting and talking. We outlasted most of them, but one stuck out in particular. I watched this guy walk up and sit down without even going into the bux to order a drink.

While this was unusual enough, he had a rose in his hand.

So he sat there for a while, and because he was in earshot, I texted Erika to see if she noticed the awkwardness of the situation. I figured...well this would be the last time he shows up early for a date. (first thing...who meets the date somewhere, secondly why starbucks). Eventually we figured this poor guy must have been meeting someone from a match.com/eharmony.com site.

Hi I'm Eric,
Meet me at Starbucks on Union Center at 9pm. I'll have a rose and a pack of ciggarettes. (well...I'm sure he didn't mention the later) I'll be waiting for you there.

Why oh why in our culture is this a good idea...blind dates pale in comparison to this because at least your friend has gotten a good look at your date before he/she set you up.

After a while longer he got up and left.

Now before you all go awwwwww......as soon as I was sure he drove off Erika and I busted out laughing. Seriously...apparently there is something wrong with us. I guess his perdicament was kinda freaking hilarious. If I told you to meet me at a starbucks over an email and to look for me carying a rose or some other missplaced sense of romanticism would you show up?

I mean with all of the people there it is entirely possible that his potential date showed up either by herself (or hisself, Erika pointed out that he crossed his legs like a woman) or with a friend, tested the waters went in purchased a coffee and left (or maybe even sat and watched the poor guy).

He had a large look of dissappointment on his face.

Rachel got upset that we laughed after we let her on to the goings on...which is why we didn't include her in the first place. She told me to have the love of Jesus.

Since when didn't Jesus get a kick out of stuff? Seriously, at this point I'm pretty sure that if a book of the Bible was being written it would be said:

Jesus Laughed

I would too if I were God and saw all of our self important triumphs and losses...but maybe thats why I'm not God? Oh well...I like to think God laughs with me when stupid stuff happens

So that is my story of Sharron's rose...or pottentially Sharrod's rose (if he were black and gay).