13 July 2014

Happy Sunday!

6:30 came uncomfortably early today. A nice, long talk with some of the dormies last night pushed back bedtime significantly. We discussed God, the role of morality in society, and the definition of grace. Despite being physically tired, I felt very spiritually awake during the conversation. Being a part of it was well worth the sleep sacrifice. 

Our Blackwoods service was the largest one we’ve had all summer at that location—22 attendees. The entire feel of worship was so different with that many people in the amphitheater. Plus, our songs worked out great. Several of the moms in the crowd really stepped up to help lead from the audience.

The Seawall service was a much more intimate affair. Our only attendees were a missionary couple. We went through the worship booklet to find mutually agreeable songs. After a bit, Luke delivered his message/talk/sermon for a second time that morning. I found his line with the most impact to be “don’t run to wilderness to escape the world. Run to the wilderness to seek and experience God.” Even though Acadia is a wilderness and not a Wilderness, I thought his message still fit the setting quite well.

Back in Bar Harbor, Luke and I started up the Bar Harbor Barber Shop…or as we like to pronounce it the Ba Ha Ba Ba Ba Shop. He cut my hair first using a straight #3 shaver. I then reused the #3 on him but only on the sides. He wants to keep the top of his head nice and long. I guess he’s afraid of sunburn or something…

The team and I went to Little A’s to watch the World Cup Match between Germany and Argentina. I’m not sure what team the crowd in the bar was rooting for. I think they just wanted to see goals. Disappointingly, when the one goal did occur, we didn’t all do a “goooooooooooooooal” cheer. That would’ve been sweet. Another sweet thing was not more than five minutes after the game ended, the power went out in town. Throughout the afternoon the wind had been picking up, so I bet a tree just knocked down a powerline somewhere. It was very nice of the tree to hold on until double overtime was finished up.

The Cadillac service was a small crowd. The wind was howling and the clouds were covering any trace of sunlight. As a result, it was only the team and our Seawall service attendees that were at the Blue Hill Overlook. We sang quite a few of the tunes from the worship book as we huddled behind the stout trees for protection from the wind.

Today’s picture of the day is the new t-shirt I bought today. Can you figure out what the numbers represent? I desperately need to replace my Norski Distance Classic 2008 shirt I have been using for my runs. Even moisture wicking shirts can only wick away so much moisture. This one has hit its final saturation point. I don’t think it will ever smell like roses again…