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Fun in the Sun

sunny 28 °C

Yesterday it was such a hot day, close to 30 celcius. Me, Carol, Andrea, Brock (a worker at Morning Star who is now a friend of one of the girls) & Robbie went to New Life Centre in Taylorsville. In the praise and worship the selection of songs were once again spot on with everything God has been saying to me over the past week. After the service I had a lengthy chat to the church's drummer, Alex, who apparently knows Jen Tucker (who I met at The Warehouse in Georgia!) Small world. I wouldn't be surprised if we met again at some point; there are many people like him that I've thought it possible to meet up with again in future e.g. Justin's brother Brendon who I met at dinnertime - he was pleased that I've been keeping Justin in check since the beginning of the school. Him and his wife have offered me a place to stay at their house in Moravian Falls! I really believe God wants me to be there at some point during my time here.

We went and had lunch at a Japanese restuarant called "Koto's", as we always do when we travel to Taylorsville for the Sunday service. That's when I discovered that I'd somehow managed to lose my wallet! The only reason I knew it was missing when it came to paying for my meal. Brock was kind enough to lend me $20 in the meantime. I wasn't so concearned about the money or cards, just the driving licence. On the return journey home, Robbie told me he'd received a prophetic word regarding the loss of my wallet - he told me that the enemy is trying to steal my identity.

When we arrived back at the cabins we found everyone outside the "guy's cabin" (where all the guys from The Cause live) after hearing the sound of drums resonating through the open air. Turns out there was a "talent show" in celebration of a joint birthday. The most enjoyable activities were those to follow: a water fight (guys vs. girls) and a swim in lake "Yoohoo" (named after a chocolate milkshake due to the colour of the water). I couldn't believe how warm the water was for once! Justin and I were determined to capsize the canoe when it was full of people - and that's exactly what we did! We then tried to see how many of us could get in the canoe and then intentionally sunk every so often on the way back to the main gazebo. Me, Justin and Kurt had to lift the canoe out of the water each time.

Afterwards I sat just outside our cabin and had some food and a warm drink to attempt to regain some strength and warmth. At tis point, I was told that I had a caller waiting on one of the girls' mobiles. On the other end of the line was Robbie - he told me that my wallet had been found at New Life and I'd be able to collect it Wednesday (at the showcase). It was such a blessing to know that God can and does return things to me just as easily as He can take them away, for our benefit. I feel His is also teaching me to increase in responsibility through losing the wallet. Ironically, I left the wallet on the back seat of the "Silver Bullet" (the 20 seater van we take to Taylorsville every Wednesday) when we returned home Wednesday evening.

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Ping-pong or Paintball?!

sunny 20 °C

Today was good.

This morning I woke up at around 9 o'clock. I say that because I haven't done the math to work out whether it was actually 9 or not. Thinking about it, I actually woke up at 10, but I believed it was 9. I'd just jumped out the shower and then I heard a friendly, familiar voice - a guy called Robbie who's also on the school but only part-time! So I started thinking why on earth he would be here at this time. I know what you're thinking, he's come to do a wake up call and make sure that I wasn't going to be late for church because I had forgotten to set my clock an hour back for daylight savings. That's only partially true: he was coming to do a wake up call, but for another matter altogether (something else I'd forgotten) and that was the fact that he was leaving to go to New Life Church in Taylorsville (this is where we did our first band "showcases" last Wednesday). So anyway, I heard him mumble something about "clock" this, that or the other and didn't take much notice of it - definitely wasn't enough to jog my memory considerably - he was gone in a minute or so. It just so happens that my alarm clock dropped off the top of my bunk bed in the morning, which is a relief because I probably would have hit snooze for a good half hour at least but I didn't trust myself enough to sleep in when I lost the clock.

To cut a long story short(er) - (as I've seemed to ramble quite a bit as it is), I ended up being called a "backslider" by none other than our young school pastor as he grabbed a bowl of cereal, because it didn't look like I was in a great hurry to get to church when it hit 11 (which I thought was still 10) and one of the girls on the school (who's living here on site) called on me and Justin (who was doing a lot worse than me, he was still in bed at this point but miraculously managed to find some clothes and get out the front door with us in 5 minutes or so) and we all somehow got to the morning service, just up the path.

At lunch time I decided to stay inside to work on one of my new song ideas. Nathan (the young school pastor) said he was off to play, what sounded like "ping-pong", but in reality he said "paintball". I've come to the conclusion that it must have had something to do with his American accent (ok ok, combined with my selective hearing at times). He came back inside about 10 minutes later - he'd obviously spoken with the other guys who were all playing too and invited me to play. I thought about it and decided to get out and have some fun so I just left in what I was wearing - a nice shirt and shoes. Just after he left to rejoin the group he said: "you might want to bring a long sleeve top?" I was confused... it's a lovely warm day outside and we're getting back before late, surely, so I didn't think anything of it. So, in the end, I found out that we were playing PAINTball! By this time I'd found some other boots and the only lightweight jacket I have. We played for around 3 hours and had a greeeaaat time.

It was really good to get to know some of the guys who's faces I'd seen around, as well as a couple of new faces. It turns out that three of the guys in the group were musicians I'd played with on the second night here at the Morning Star site - it was Nathan's set, and I'd volunteered to play bass just beforehand.

So, to top things off, we made up a fun mini-game which was to try and run up a sheer face of a dry red, clay-like embankment ... with no hands to aid balance or to do any work in getting yourself up. As you may know, I love a challenge so I waited to see a few other efforts from a couple of the other guys and then went for it myself. I heard something like "oo, fast feet", then I jumped, and mid-flight tried to find a small area to launch a foot from and quickly glanced up to find a small area for a second foothold before getting a final foot on the ridge. I know that makes it sound like I have a lot of feet, but in effect I did ;) Success. Not once, nor twice.. but three times! The second time I combat rolled over the ridge (just out of sheer determination to do it). I think one of the others managed to do it. Once.

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Waging war with the other (female) residents

sunny 0 °C

So, occasionally me and my room mate Justin get bored and do stupid things like: swim in the freezing, dirty lake just outside - which we tend to do every Friday now, climb trees, make strange noises repetitively (some coming from musical instruments), make / eat food or even something like him getting me to drive him to the local station to get a packet of cigarettes in someone elses truck or van (this is usually when he's had a little too much to drink).

Those are the usual activities that we'll resort to when bored, but at other times we turn our attention to the girls. We set out the one night (a week or so ago) to basically try and cause a bit of an upset in the girl's cabin. At this time we were all practicing our versions of Three Blind Mice for the showcase last week Wednesday and so they didn't appreciate interruptions. The first thing we did (to warm up) was throw a load of sticks, lightweight rocks and pine cones at their back window(s). We got tired of this and thought of creative ways to use shaving cream, which ended up being all over the downstairs window in the room they were writing the song in. As a true gentleman, I agreed to clean of the remnants of the shaving cream the following morning as the sun had somehow baked it to the window pane. That was only the first self-inflicted punishment I received...

So just after we'd done the shaving cream idea we knew we had to up the ante. Justin got hold of a ladder from just across the driveway and I filled up a 2 litre bottle with cold water and prepared myself to climb their cabin roof! The idea itself was to try and lure the girls outside, get them onto the porch, and then I'd tip the water onto their heads, but we didn't end up getting that far. Firstly, they sporadically ran outside and caught us unawares - so we took off towards the main road to get away. We evaded a few oncoming cars in our fit of energy (we weren't actually running away from anyone, we weren't being chased any longer) and regrouped ourselves. Justin slipped and hurt his leg at some point in this retreat manoevre. My turn came when we ran away a second time - this time the punishment was far worse, I slipped on the mud as we were cornering another cabin and my knee somehow found the corner on a concrete slab of pavement and I was still in pain the following day.

So, how did our master plan to climb their roof get foiled in the end? Well, the girls (in their sporadic fashion) decided to randomly run outside, even when we didn't do anything to aggrovate them and I was caught climbing their chimney. It was actually a lot funnier than them just seeing me on their chimney for a bit, I just clung on and had a face-off with them as they glared at me. Justin had already made a run for it when they said: "HEY! What are you doing?!" to which my answer was: "What does it look like I'm doing, I'm climbing a chimney!" Then I jumped down and casually walked back to my cabin in defeat.

By this time, I'd had had enough. I sat in the cabin and licked the wounds that I'd brought upon myself. All I wanted to do was just sit the rest of the evening out. At least Justin and I would have something to talk about for the rest of the evening. But oooh no, the girls had to have the final say! Justin hadn't even made it back to our cabin when the girls retaliated with an ice cube attack! I just heard shouting outside so I ran out there with my 2 litre bottle of water. I got them both wet and that, to me, was enough, so I turned to run back to the cabin when I felt one of the girl's hands touch my head and neck. The same happened to Justin. I didn't realise anything had happened, but found out it was some sort of cosmetic cream which smelled funny. They were like: "It's foot cream" but it wasn't, it was face cream. They were just trying to be beauticians all along.

The war is far from over. We've had a week of cease fire, most of the war has been waged over Myspace, posting comments and pictures etc... This is how I ended up taking a staged photo of me on their chimney (check it out in my photo collection). We're now thinking of a much bigger way of getting them back - a friend of Justin's came up with an ingenious plan of capturing one of the geese here on the lake and take it over to the girl's cabin when they are away doing their girly thing someplace else. Then, fill up their bathtub and sprinkle a few bread crumbs around the bathroom. There you have it. We're going to video our progress in this wild goose chase

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"7:22"


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On Thursday afternoon I was invited out to a huge youth event called "722". My new friend Ted came to pick me up in his truck. We went a short way down the road to (attempt to) meet up with a somewhat unreliable, unpredictable and carefree ex-South African by the name of Matt. He's also a drummer, we played together on Sunday morning. So, anyway, we waited in that car park for around 15 minutes and still no sign of him... so we rang him up and got some rather vague directions from him. OK, so once we found the place (after a few u-turns etc..,) we came to what looked like a huge car supermarket or Walmart, but it was in fact the 722 venue. It was huge!

We arrived to an acoustic trio - two brothers and one of their close singer-songwriter friends, Steve Fee (bought their albums after the service). They took it in turns to talk about how God had brought them to a place of worship in their musical lives and the ways He revealed Himself to them - this reflected in their songs. I was glad when the backing from the main band arrived. They introduced "Majesty" (Delirious) and a few Hillsongs songs interspersed with their own material.

It was great to meet with God collectively with other young people again - it's been a while.

Afterwards, I rode with Ted in convoy with the other guys from the youth group and we ended up at "Taco Mac" (pub/diner), as Starbucks had just closed! I got to know everyone much better during the course of the evening, but had to say my farewells in the same breath! I'm looking forward to seeing them all again for the two weeks when I return to Atlanta in June.

I'm really amazed at the fact that Hillsongs' and Delirious' music has featured so much everywhere I've been - it's only been since recently that I've really listened to either band, and it's almost all I've listened to at the moment! I think God's will is for me to be influenced by their music.

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First farewells

semi-overcast 0 °C

On Thursday afternoon I was invited out to a huge youth event called "722". My new friend Ted came to pick me up in his truck. We went a short way down the road to (attempt to) meet up with a somewhat unreliable, unpredictable, somewhat carefree ex-South African by the name of Matt. He's also a drummer, as I discovered when I was asked to play at the church service last Sunday. So, anyway, we waited in that car park for around 15 minutes and still no sign of him... so we rang him up and git sine rather vague directions from him. OK, so once we found the place (after a few u-turns etc..,) we came to what looked like a huge car supermarket or Walmart, but it was in fact the 722 venue. It was huge!

We arrived to an acoustic trio - two brothers and one of their close singer-songwriter friends, Steve Fee (bought their albums after the service). They took it in turns to talk about how God had brought them to a place of worship in their musical lives and the ways He revealed Himself to them - this reflected in their songs. I was glad when the backing from the main band arrived. They introduced "Majesty" (Delirious) and a few Hillsongs songs interspersed with their own material.

It was great to meet with God collectively with other young people again - it's been a while.

Afterwards, I rode with Ted in convoy with the other guys from the youth group and we ended up at "Taco Mac" (pub/diner), as Starbucks had just closed! I got to know everyone much better during the course of the evening, but had to say my farewells in the same breath! I'm looking forward to seeing them all again for the two weeks when I return to Atlanta in June.

I'm really amazed at the dact that Hillsongs' and Delirious' music has featured so much everywhere I've been - it's only been since recently that I've really listened to either band, and it's almost all I've listened to at the moment! I think God's will is for me to be influenced by their music.

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