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So I was at a coffee shop in downtown Kankakee the other day. I
began talking with Amber, 21 year old artist taking a break from
college at the moment. We were discussing the american philosophy
of economics and the way we think it should be. Then this older,
worn out looking dark mangot up from the couch in slow motion and
equally said, "That's good. Keep asking those questions.
It's too bad you weren't around in '68 when I was in college. Yeah, we
did a lot."
Amber and I took that as a compliment, but it makes me think....WHAT IS
IT ABOUT THE TWENTY-SOMETHING AGE-GROUP? WHY DOES EVERYONE EXPECT
A REVOLUTION FROM US? WHY DO WE SEEK IT? It's even talked about
in a book by Rausenbusch written in 1917. WHAT'S OUR REVOLUTION?!?
Just a note if you're in the Kankakee area....We will be having the
Wildwood 20-something sunday school class at that coffee shop @
9:30am----------150 N. Schuyler
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| Brennan Vidt moved into our house today. That makes me happy. I think he will be a unique color to our communal mosaic. Some colors have the ability to make other colors fit well. I think our house composition for this next year will have four colors that work together in that very way.
Also, I love being a pastor (one of the pastors) at Wildwood! And I use to cringe at the word, "pastor." I'm understanding "pastor" in a whole new way as I seek to be what I believe God calls pastors to be. | | |
| I'm leaving in 5 mins to speak at a prison revival service in Indiana. If you are reading this today (Wed), please pray for the inmates, myself, and everyone else there. This is kind of different for me. I'm excited, but I also need to rely on God's strength. Thanx. | | |
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So I got offered weed a couple nights ago while I was with some of my
youth group students. While we were outside the house of another
student's house, two guys passed us up, then reversed to ask us if got
that "good green" and eventually if we wanted that "good green."
When I said that we didn't, he asked if I was a cop. Actually he said
it like, "You da cops?!" Isn't that nuts? Anyway, some of
the girls thought it was funny/wierd that I was talking with a drug
dealer and began laughing. He asked why they were laughing and
then pulled out a huge bag of marijuana waved it at us and asked if
they wanted it. I told him they were fine without and then he
pulled off as fast as his big boat would go. Crazy thing is...the
teens told me that happens to them almost everyday.
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