This has certainly been a church-focused week, which is not something I ever begrudge. I grew up in a family that was always doing church stuff, even long before Dad entered the ministry (which was my junior year of high school). “Church” is what we did as a family. Sure, we went on great camping vacations, saw most of the 50 states, Dad spent plenty of time in the yard playing catch with me (both football and baseball), and we did lots of other stuff as a family. But the main thing we did was “church.” That’s a model I greatly, greatly value. And it’s something which has certainly carried over into adulthood for me and my two brothers. In fact, the period of my adulthood when I felt the most restless and discontent was when I was part of a large church which didn’t particularly need my attention in the way smaller churches have.

Anyway, Wednesday night was prayer night–nine of us sitting at a table in the back of the church sanctuary, praying for each other and the needs of the church. I’ve really enjoyed this time.

Thursday was music practice, after which I continued practicing until 10:30 with Tim and Terry, our guitarists. On July 29, we have a gig at Seekers Coffeehouse, as part of their summer-long Battle of the Bands. We’re gonna win this sucker.

Friday night we went to Mark and Tami Solak’s house for a youth/young adult outing. Heavy thunderstorms came through, but things cleared up enough to throw frisbee in the yard for a while. We did a lot of laughing around their kitchen table. And I also had some great individual discussions with a couple of them, including a way-too-young guy and girl who are expecting a child in the next couple of months, and have a multitude of things stacked against them. They’ve been on my mind, and in my prayers, for quite a while now.

Tomorrow night we’re having the worship team over for a cookout, which means we spent today cleaning up the house and yard. It’s now 10 pm, and I just finished spraying out and sweeping the back porch and outside patio (thank you, Daylight Savings time!). Now I’m sitting here soaked in sweat, which is an image you’re glad I’ve imparted, and I don’t imagine you’ll ever use my keyboard.

Got something in the oven, and have just enough time for a quick shower.