Here is another edition of before and after pictures of last Wednesday's shoots and the weekend results. Enjoy!
The Before (sans volunteers and Troy...we forgot to take pictures as we were filming):
Until next time, here's a picture of my now-techno-savvy baby checking
the Boston scores on her new iPhone.
Peace!
Let it be said that my small group flippin' rocks.
I thought I would just jot down some thoughts and let the pictures tell the rest.
Every week about 12 of us get together and share meals, jokes, stories and the like before we split into two co-ed groups to do the deep discussions.
We started with chips and soda, but then things started escalating when the girls got competitive and started cooking things. Not to be outdone by a stereotype, the men called in reinforcements with chicken parm and homemade cookies. You asked for it, ladies.
We usually end up going longer than the prescribed hour that you'd expect a small group to.
If there's an iPhone around, we all huddle around a screen and laugh at YouTube videos.
Sometimes the discussions go well into the night.
Nearly every week someone says something that is so funny, our sides ache for a good half hour after the event.
Matt is a very focused guy when it's his turn at Taboo.
Taboo is probably the funniest game that I have ever played.
The girls are sore winners.
Many of us come from completely opposite backgrounds, but somehow it all fits together. I'm going to put the blame solely on God for that one.
If you're not in a small group, what the heck are you waiting for?
Happy Monday, guys.
I thought it'd be neat to give you a peek into the production process here at FRC.
This is what we started with last week:
The inventory?
Two folding tables, a white table cloth, a light kit, two cameras, a preview monitor, an SM-81 condenser mic to capture the sound of falling dominos, and a ton of plastic dominos. Add two video guys, a few volunteers, and lots of patience.
Two days later, this is what we ended with:
-m
Sorry for the lack of posting, guys. I've been sick for the past two days. What started as a minor headache on Saturday turned into a full-out hack-fest late Monday night. I've since traded in the cough for a fever and soreness in my eyes.
I suppose the good news is that this forces me to actually sit still , which I normally have a great deal of trouble doing; if it weren't for the achey-dizziness that accompanies walking, I'd probably be at work sharing my germs with poor Ian and Brian.
Anyway, just wanted to let you know what's up. We'll be back to our regularly scheduled program hopefully by tomorrow.
This is what the sky looked like when I got out of the 5 PM service this evening:
Man, South Florida rocks.
I picked up The Album Leaf's 2004 release In a Safe Place from the iTunes store after discovering that track six was the soundtrack for Rob Bell's NOOMA video Lump (which, I think is Kyle Johnson and I's favorite video of the series so far).
I have since discovered a love for ambient alternative chill music that I never knew I had (thank you Rob Bell!). This is music for reading, or driving home when you've got stuff on your mind, or if your Garden State soundtrack is missing and you need more music to chill to.
Anyway, there's my shameless commercial plug for the day. Go buy yourself some NOOMA videos and that Album leaf CD and call me in the morning.
Sleepiness...I've been running hard today.
Here's what I was working on:
Pretty cool huh? Fast forward to a few hours later, where I'm sitting in the passenger seat with Steph's hand in mine, watching the highway lights race across the dashboard. I had a good chunk of quiet time during the 45-minute drive back from Steph's aunt's house in Homestead to remind myself of two things:
1) I have much less margin for error when it comes to my decisions than I did a few years ago; bad financial decisions then meant I just had to eat Peanut Butter and Jelly for a week or nab some side gigs for extra cash. No big deal.
Now, I'm saving for a wedding and a place to live now. Mistakes can hurt a lot worse now.
2) 12 daylight hours is not a whole lot of time. If I try to get all the good things done, I will certainly miss out on the best. It happens far too often for my liking, if I can be perfectly honest.
Tomorrow's goal? To make it count.
As I was going through our tape archives today, I came across the following DVD that I archived back in July.
It took me a minute to figure out what in the world I meant when I labeled the 7PM as "The Perfect Service."
After it hit me, I came to a sad realization.
I am a dork.
Hey gang,
I thought I would wake up early and join the A.M. devo at Troy's Blog, and to tell the truth, I was mainly going to capture some footage for the recap video this weekend (just being naked here, as we say), and of course, I got drawn in.
We're talking about insecurity this weekend, a topic near and dear to my heart.
Truth be told, the topic of what I think I can and can't do in Christ (as if my opinion was the foremost opinion in this area), and the wrestling match that ensues in my heart, is a recurring theme in my life. For some reason, my particular background and temperament has me wired in such a way that my tendency is to believe the lie that my worth comes from what I do.
Needless to say, I'm really looking forward to this weekend.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us...
-Marianne Williamson
This is me and two of our volunteers from our Sawgrass campus on Sunday after tear down...if I look almost comatose, that's because I am.
I had the sweet privilege of leading worship at our amazing Sawgrass campus on Sunday. If was a blast, but I had to get there super-early. After this (and staying up all night Saturday night to edit the HD feed) I went home and crashed for about 6 hours, which, by the way, was the second best thing to happen to me all day (mad props to the Reverend Gramling for the inspiration!)
This is why you haven't heard from me since Friday night.
We are now back to our regularly scheduled semi-consistent posts.
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