down the dusty road

This was sent to me by a friend, sounds like WOLBI students over a long weekend:

Skyler Bartels kept looking over his shoulder. It’s a habit he picked up living at the Windsor Heights Wal-Mart for three days. Really living there. Eating, sleeping, checking out the DVDs, never leaving. The plan was to spend his entire spring break there. Under the radar. Bartels got the idea from a commercial. Was it true what those happy, shiny people were telling him: “Always low prices. Always”? Could the biggest, most successful discount store in the world really meet his every need? Twenty-four hours a day? That’s what the TV spots were telling him. “That was the goal,” he said. “To buy everything I needed at Wal-Mart.” His father told him to go for it and offered to bankroll the project. On Sunday, his girlfriend dropped him off at the front door and drove away. The game was on. He lived off energy drinks, doughnuts, yogurt and Subway sandwiches. The best place for dozing was lawn and garden, where the lights weren’t so bright. Nobody worked there between 2 and 4 a.m. Bartels found a lawn chair, kicked back and wondered how life could be better. Life would be perfect, he discovered, without the worker who showed up before dawn to stock plants. Bartels hopped up and pretended to be looking for home patio furniture. That 1 to 4 a.m. shift was the daily low point. Subway was closed. Bartels was often the only Wal-Mart shopper, which made it harder to blend into the cosmetics and sporting goods. “It’s just me and the stockers then,” he said, “and every once in a while somebody who needs a Swiffer at 2 in the morning.” By Tuesday morning, not even halfway through the great experiment, the store was on to him. His debit account was frozen. He was exhausted and paranoid. Game over. His med-student brother picked him up and took him away. He even filled out a job application. “I wasn’t sure how to answer some of the questions,” he said. ” ‘Where can we reach you?’ That was a tough one. The electronics department?”

read the whole story here.

And in other news, I went to the first ever Word of Life: Masquerade. The costume party was fun, and food at the Word of Life Inn was delicious. I went as Indiana Jones. Check it out.

Today’s thought: If you reach infinity, does that mean you have reached God? Does this formula balance: 1+(Infinity-1) = God ?

Anyway, I have been progressing through year’s beginning with much joy and fun.

Today, as part of tech, I was invited to be part of a storyboarding session for our Snow Camp openers. Snow Camp is much like Summer Camp, except is during the winter, and only for a weekend. We came up with a bunch of hardcore ideas that will rock this Snow Camp like never before. I actually cannot wait.

I am eating dinner, a combonation of PeanutButter and Jelly, Doritos, Pop-Tarts, and water. That’s because today’s dinner isn’t worth eating, really, according to a trusted roommate.

I am having fun in classes, too. This week we have one of our resident lecturers teach on Contemporary Problems in the Church, specifically, confronting the Charismatic movement. Most of today we focused on the history of such a movement, which was interesting to see. It actually to me was a stong indication of cessation of sign gifts, because after the last apostle died, it was 200 years before someone claimed to speak in tongues, and then another 1300 years before the “modern” movement began, which it didn’t get off the ground until the late 1800′s, and didn’t explode until 1960. So, if what they say is true, why wasn’t God working during the Dark Ages, considering the supposed activity today? Smells fishy if you ask me.

I totally love this aspect of learning all the facts, and being able to know for sure from Scripture what I believe.

Not really much else happening, so I will end this post. Love you all, miss you.

Peace and Grace.

~ the StormRider