I had a wonderful day. One of those days where you’re so freakin’ tired at the end, but you can’t stop your mind from thinking so you lay in bed typing a blog entry even though it’s midnight and you’ve been running full speed for 4 days straight so you should be sleeping but you’re too pumped up about what God’s doing in your life and the new levels He’s showing you, so instead you type the most incredibly long run on sentence in the history of the world.

Breathe.

I won’t always use this blog as a run down/journal of my day, but today I’m going to. I got to speak at Gardner-Webb’s chapel service in my old hometown of Boiling Springs, NC this morning. It was cool eventually. I thought (and any speaker who has learned how to analyze a crowd and cares whether they’re engaged has felt this) that I was never going to get the students to engage with me for the first 5 minutes. It’s a scary feeling. I’d rather have the flu for a week than be an un-engaging speaker for 5 minutes.

Christian chapel services are weird. A lot of good, God loving kids go to Christians schools, and they like chapel when someone’s preaching the Word hard and fast.

But then a lot of students sit there looking at you like they’d rather be frozen inside of a tub of Jello and dropped to the bottom of the ocean than listen to one more word you have to say. It’s like they don’t want to be there at all. Guess why? They don’t! But they’re made to come. They get hostile about it. But they knew the rules when they paid their tuition. Chapel is a weekly requirement. Kind of annoying to me. If you don’t want to go to chapel weekly, try another school. There are lots of them. I dunno.

But it turned out great. By the end the students were with me and God spoke loud and clear (He always does) and the energy was evident. So praise God. More on my day in the next post.