and so it goes

at a loss

2008-09-19T00:27:00.000-07:00

this is strange. its been a while since i've taken this long of a "break" from this here blog. it definitely wasn't intentional. i feel like i've been at a loss for words recently...a creative lull if you will. i've been back in san diego for almost 2 months now...a lot has happened in the past 2 months that i suppose has led me to start revealing myself through words again.

i believe when i was back in tennessee, i experienced a lot of emotional distress but at the same time received some rest and relaxation after a previous busy 7 months. that combined, i had little to no motivation to sit down and spill it over my computer. i felt inadequate at times so as comical as it is resorted to a series of books called twilight (oh yea i read 'em) to take my mind off of my own issues and worries of the near future. my time back home was the last time i would be home before making the official move to san diego to pursue working still with invisible children, but this time in a staff position. the commitment of moving to san diego involved driving across the country with my car, purchasing california tags and registering my vehicle in state, as well as testing for a california license. who would have thought i would make it so official...and why did i not realize the weight of such a huge decision. bad and good weight of course.

so i sit here now...officially the HR Assistant for the HR Dept at IC, with little to no friends, and now feeling the need for people to read what has been going on in my life. let me say that i am blessed beyond belief with the friends that i do have here in san diego. i don't want it to appear that i am lacking a community. the community is there. its just...everything IC. still searching for the appropriate church community so that then i can delve into a community of believers and supporters.

clearly san diego is not the same it was 8 months ago. when i was living in a house with 50 amazing individuals...individuals that created this solid community...created what was san diego to me at that time. i feel the excitement of moving to san diego may have been mislead because of the community i had while being a roadie. roadie life is not permanent...and i knew that but i hoped for it. so my lack of energy and motivation immediately stems from not having those very important people in my life anymore. and of course stems even more deeply from my own personal struggles and lack of searching for what God wants in my own life.

so its crazy because i am happy. i am content...i've begun searching again and am surprised at what life can be or what it should be. i'm beginning to not be at a loss anymore.

closure

2008-07-02T23:14:00.000-07:00

its a good feeling to know and see where God had me versus where i am now. well its not so much a "versus" because if it were it would be two stark contrasts fighting for the current place and position. but the "place" i was a year ago and the "place" i am now is evolutionary. i've learned from things and grown through them. these things are people and events and seasons, all combining to guide me to the present time and place.

i'm back in the town where i went to college. the town where i met me. who i am and who i have become. the town that has so many nostalgic memories and establishments...and ideas. ideas of the conceiveable revolutionary actions. these ideas or i could even refer to it as a way of living has brought me to this position in my life. my life which is a complicated mess but where beauty and truth has been the fortune. of course with this revelation comes consequence (neither good nor bad) and sacrifice. i am a reflective individual and love where i have come from but this makes me miss those people and that past. its a hard aspect of life to chew on...growing up and growing apart. i'm not saying i've grown apart from everything but simply some things. things that were probably most cherished and had places far higher in my life than they should have. i had a conversation with a friend earlier in the week and their words enlightened me. they said in so many words that a few friendships from the immediate past have been greatly scaled down, but its not because of a lack of commitment or disinterest. its because we have grown up and we are all living lives on different pages. but our love for those relationships and people are still great because of the role they had played in a particular season of our lives. our love for them does not end but it does evolve.

this particular person seems to have been someone i placed at a higher level than most things. but current circumstances has allowed me to address that and confront the past year. the past year which has been a milestone for sure. this person is moving on and so must i. one of the reasons why this is so difficult is because i associate this person with everything that is nostalgic about this town. i had thought this individual would continually be involved in my life because my story is theirs...so much of my story revolves around her. my story would not have been what it is if it weren't for her. the role she played was beyond capacity for explaining. truth and beauty beginning in that season of my life would not have been revealed. so because she is no longer who she was in my life a year ago but was so very instrumental in the past season of my life, she remains close to me...close to my heart. being back in this town has made it evident that this chapter is done and God is writing a new one. for that i am blessed and for once i have a little bit of closure.

propelled to act

2008-06-14T15:37:00.000-07:00

this is a blog I posted on myspace a little over a year ago:

REVO..revolution...

an idea inspired by the need and want for something different, something refreshing...something radical; definately not a new concept...revolutions have been going on for years...decades...centuries. People, minds, and hearts have been changed because of other peoples' efforts...because of their love...because of their willingness to die to themselves. What does that look like to you? Do you think of a specific instance in our history, in the nation's history, in the world's history? Or do you think of an instance that involves you, an ordinary person? I'm going to assume you didn't chose the latter. Why?

I'm not a deep, inspirational person...what I'm saying may not make sense or even portray my heart clearly...but, today is the day that our generation can create a revolution...continue a revolution. Allow yourself to be inspired and look outside your little bubble, whatever that may be...Do you see that everything is not all that it should be?

What do you want to see changed? Where do you want to see love taken and shared? What is your idea of REVO?

"Do not stand in the center if you do not wish to be shaken. There is always danger when the movement comes. Its force is most powerful underneath the surface, then breaks through the hardest of ground. Epic change moves from the inside out."
-Ayden, The Perils of Ayden

this is something that i wrote on January 19th of last year. this was at the start of something good that created community and change in the lives for the people involved and change for the people it affected. if you know me, you know REVO. you know its place in my life and what it created in me. so REVO...an act of love and radical change began and continued. From REVO Hilo and REVO Nashville to...well...this:

REVO propelled me into this mindset of action. Thus, I came to work for Invisible Children. An organization committed to long-term, sustainable development as well as instilling the need to act in the hearts' of American youth. Since I've been in San Diego, REVO has always been a reference for my experiences and decisions. Its carried me to this point. To a point of still asking God, "What can I do now...now that I'm here with these amazing people with incredible hearts?" I haven't given it much inclusive thought until recently. You might be wondering, "What thought?" The thought of creating a REVO in San Diego. Instilling what I saw and felt in Nashville...what I saw in the hearts of a few young people in Las Vegas on tour...what I see as the natural progression of things.

I'm asking God for clarity on this issue because I'm enamored at what He is doing with REVO. Could praying for this conflict with my desire to still be with Invisible Children. Absolutely...but I will not limit myself to only my desires. This belongs to God. Both Invisible Children and REVO. If he has me do both or one or the other...so be it. This is a good place to be.

my day.

2008-06-09T21:28:00.000-07:00

my day has consisted of some pretty interesting events and situations. basically, i've kicked it with two girls because their significant others have been crazy slammed with work. so...nice coffee shop time and grocery shopping (for a meal that would be fixed for her boyfriend) to riding bikes and grabbing dessert at this bangin place called extraordinary desserts. i can officially be coined as the backup. and...i'm okay with that because the conversation that was had was so legit. and let me note that there is no problems in either relationship with these girls. their guys are great folks with a lot on their plate. i feel like this post is getting really awkward as if i keep on digging a hole...dangit.

well on a more serious side, i was able to go out to lunch this afternoon with tiffany. if you've read the previous entry you would know that she is the one that would be hiring for the position that i've applied for at IC. she "owed" my lunch because i've been helping out at the office with some random work so therefore this lunch was not an intentional time to talk about the recruiter position. however...it naturally came up. we were discussing some things about HR and hiring the new roadies and because we were eating there was a natural lull in conversation. during this lull, tiffany said that she was excited about the recruiter position. now...i had told myself that i would not bring it up and freakin' tiffany did...yes! so there was the opportunity to say what i wanted to say. i needed to make clear that i still desired the position. i made my point...and i do know some useful information as well as where i might fit in all of this craziness. the position is a priority even while hiring all of the roadies...it does still depend on funding...however after a rather crazy important meeting on Friday in San Fran with IC folks and important investors, this position could become a reality as well as so many other important aspects to our programs. A lot of hope is in that meeting. anyway, tiffany made it a point to say that the things that she was concerned about with me in the position are no longer issues. i was so blessed and affirmed by this conversation. so i'm stoked to be in this place right now...it feels good as uncertain still as it is. its hard to convey to friends and especially family how i'm okay with this waiting period. with IC there is so much professionalism but at the same time we are all friends and in this case...all friends trying to help each other out but having to wait on the proper circumstances to help fully. i'm not sure if that makes sense but i don't want to get into much detail. i love where i am at...and where this is going.

on another note, its hard to hear news of something from someone who still has a big piece of your heart and to know that that person is moving on. moving on because she is happy. moving on because i just don't have a say. as much as i want to fight. i can't. its not my place. so yet another interesting situation...while my life is as well moving on, a part of me is still stopped. still waiting and lingering. is this healthy? probably not. is it natural? i'd say so (in a twisted sense). so i'm happy because she is happy. i can try to move on because she is moving on. and i can still love her because...i can.

settling?

2008-06-05T15:14:00.000-07:00

its pretty much official.
dave and i have found an apartment.
its a bangin' 2 bedroom
for a relatively good price for SD.

i'm kinda takin' the leap
b/c i have no idea what i will be doing.
maybe a job with IC, maybe not.
so let the networking begin, i suppose.

at this point, yes...i'm waiting...
to hear from the powers that be at IC,
yet again.

i've applied to be the Recruiter/HR Coordinator.
nice title, huh?

since i've been back from Uganda, i've been in the office a few times to help out with some tasks that i'd probably be doing in the position i've applied for. right now, the priority is hiring roadies for the fall tour and i'm not exactly sure when its going to be a priority to fill the Recruiter/HR Coordinator position. but this is round two in going for an HR position with Invisible Children.

It seems that being involved with IC is probably the best thing that could happen to one person, but it can also be the death of that person. Due to the amazing environment and mission of IC, to come right out of school and begin working for such an organization is difficult. Mainly because Invisible Children is similar to an organization that you would want to work your way up to b/c of its solidarity and holistic approach to its mission, both stateside and in Uganda. But, with receiving a position without much professional experience and then after your time with IC, where do you go? Do you give in and move on to some corporate blah blah blah or do you create something all your own that has the favored characteristics? hm. this is something to ponder on. this is what you would call, "IC Withdrawl"...

So...do I want a job with IC so that I can continue to be involved in this subculture and ground-breaking humanitarian work? duh. But...if I don't get the job, where does that leave me?

Searching. Not settling.

back in sd

2008-05-31T14:03:00.000-07:00

i'm back.

today for some reason has been the toughest day.
not because of jet lag and not because of culture shock.
simply because i'm alone.

this is a good thing,
but still a tough issue to chew on.
i'm alone in the roadie house.

a house that involved so many conversations,
so many laughs, prayers, and tears.
so many life-altering relationships.
and now it is empty.
ready and willing for the next community of people,
but never will it inhabit the same.

i don't know why this has hit me all of a sudden...
maybe this is my culture shock.
to go from all of us being together to a few of us in Uganda...
to me.

its good to be back. to continue to be at the mercy of God.
to be blessed.
to be loved.
to be challenged. financially. spiritually. physically.

i'm crying to God today for contentment and joy.
for a void to be filled that still has yet to be filled.
for direction and certainty (but i know certainty in my life is rare).
for obedience.
to feel unconditional love.

day 5

2008-05-18T02:59:00.001-07:00

internet is a sparse thing here in Gulu. well...power is rare period so the opportunity to sit down and update you all has not come to me until now. trust me, once i get back to the states i will post my written journal entries for each day before this.

so much has happened within these 5 days that it seems so much longer. where to start? i'm not sure...so i'm just gonna type:

we stayed in an IDP Camp last night (Koro Camp). we were privelidged to be hosted by the bracelet makers of Koro. Sean and I stayed with Martin and his family. This evening very well was the most awkward but beautiful experience. The most surreal aspect of the night was when Martin and ourselves were sitting around chewing on some sugar cane listening to the radio in the moonlight. I was startled when I heard the words LRA and Joseph Kony on the announcement. It was basically an announcement about the state of the peace process and the fact that Kony again refused to show and sign the final peace agreement. Martin's face was just perplexed but definitely not stunned. If you can imagine the picture of kids screaming and crying, smoke billowing in the air, the moonlight and lightning in the distance, and us...sitting around each other in silence listening to the news. Erie.

but, needless to say...we were taken care of...so much Acholi food and so much attention to just us, the kids who travel around America telling the stories of the Acholi tribe. kids doing what we are supposed to in life. know. live. tell.

more updates will follow but for now this is enough.

day one

2008-05-14T00:39:00.001-07:00

you can consider it day one, i suppose even though we traveled for nearly two days to reach Kampala, Uganda. Yea...Uganda. I cannot believe that I am finally here. A lot of emotion has been building up to this moment. This moment of actually being in Africa. I am siting at an internet cafe in the heart of Kampala at Garden City Mall. I just converted my dollars to shillings and am ready to go. In a few short minutes, we are headed to the US Embassy for a meeting with the ambassadors. Crazy, right? They wanted to meet with the Americans that work for Invisible Children. Easy enough.

Its beautiful so far. The people, the land, the heart of this place. After the Embassy, we are traveling north to our actual destination of Gulu where the IC offices are. Its about a 6 hour van ride on crazy bumpy roads. Looking forward to it. The unknown.

slow down

2008-04-26T01:50:00.001-07:00

..."slow down!" i tell the world.

the world looks at me and smirks,
it of course says, "are you kidding? keep up!"

the story of our lives, i suppose.
ok...well i can't speak for everyone
but this is the story of my life as of late.
God has been tossing experiences at me...
and i've barely had any time to sit
and realize the magnitude and the goodness
in each thing, each person, each conversation.

tour has just ended.
tonite was our last screening at UCLA.
3 months of touring...
3 months prior of booking...
and then 3 months prior of waiting...
have come to an end.

an end.
a thing that happens to be reoccurring in my life.
but, then its friend follows...a beginning.
weird how this beginning just began.
weird how this "end" may not even be the end.
am i making sense?
regardless, i'm on my way...
to what? we'll see...

one year anniversary

2008-03-17T22:12:00.000-07:00

it was a year ago today.

a conversation.
words.
thoughts.
emotions.
the inevitable.
it happened.

i'm not sure how to adequately reflect
on this past year.
i mean...how do you actually measure
what good reflection is or isn't.

my world for sure has been rocked
since last St. Patrick's Day.
a lot of highs and certainly
even more lows.

i definitely don't know
what this next year has instore.
my hope?
restoration. reconciliation.

orange county

2008-03-16T16:18:00.000-07:00

i've definitely come to learn
that it is almost
impossible
to keep up with blogging
while on the road.

our tour to orange county
has been jam-packed with
all sorts of events.
from basic college screenings,
to benefit events, and to art showings
we we're pretty much all over the place.
i don't think i have mentioned pink berry...
but we found something...better.
yogurt land. frozen self-serve yogurt.
.30 an ounce.

aside from yogurt land,
we met some solid folks
through out orange county.

i'd probably have to say
at this point
the most challenging aspect
of tour
has been affirming people.
i have just recently realized
that one of my love languages
is most definitely not
words of encouragment or affirmation.
i normally always internalize my
affirmations for others,
but never realize in the moment
how essential it is to verbalize these words
to an individual.

we are now a little over 5 weeks into tour
with 7 left.
we've been in the Inland Empire
for about 5 days which i will
attempt to brief you on later.
but we are on to Vegas soon...

check out this video that my teammate
andrea made post orange county.

san luis obispo

2008-02-24T17:47:00.000-08:00

unfortunately the central coast's weather
has not been extremely kind to our SoCal mindset.
the further north we get (which SLO is as far as we go),
it seems to get colder and more rainy.
we had to endure a minor tropical storm
that blew through...which we survived...
so no worries.

on friday we had a screening at
Nautical Bean Coffee Shop.
it was somewhat expected to be
the less exciting screening for the area,
but ended up being super (or as we learned from
Cal Lutheran "sup-sup"...sounds like "soup") fruitful.
we met some solid folks that are involved in
campus crusade which is the organization at Cal Poly
that we teamed up with for Tuesday's screening.
and of course out of our dependence for people
we meet on the road...we are staying with them
for the next few nights.

since nautical bean we've seen almost
all there is to see of SLO and AG (Arroyo Grande).
we were blessed enough to stay
with my friend Peter and his parents.
they have hooked us up for sure.

after church today we went to an abandoned
insane asylum so that our photo-happy teammates
could take some creative shots.
as you can see below...it was well worth it.

the scene leading up to the great asylum near downtown SLO.

a picture of us downstairs (we have masks because of asbestos).

the hallway downstairs leading to private rooms.

the grand room of the asylum. (notice the large hole in the floor)
photos taken and edited by Ben Sasso

we have two day left
of San Luis Obispo
so a lot is still yet to unfold.
on wednesday we will be in
Orange County.

until then...

santa barbara

2008-02-20T00:05:00.000-08:00

so yet again my attempts to keep everyone updated
has failed.
i am oh so horrible at being consistent.
right now, i am in santa barbara at jessica fairchild conrad's house
laying on the couch
about to go to bed.
tonight, we had a screening at Westmont College
and was quite an intimate screening.
unfortunately, the whole night i felt somewhat
under the weather.
fever, body aches...
the whole shibang.
thus, we went to von's and bought
chicken noodle soup and ingredients for grilled cheese sandwiches.
so i guess i'm on my way to being better...
...eh.

we are two weeks into tour tomorrow.
it seems like a couple months already.
a good couple months...don't get me wrong.
we have experienced so much thus far
that i wish i had the energy to explain right now
but i don't.
i can say that in the past week...
we've had a fake proposal on valentine's day,
a graffiti'ed van,
stencils to tag the towns we've been in,
and amazing fresh oranges from the
Ojai Valley.

my spirits are high but...
my energy is low.
tomorrow we leave for
San Luis Obispo...
we're only getting closer to
Hawaii.

and remember that time that I have the best team.
ever.

inside the unseen

2008-01-23T15:39:00.000-08:00

I have just seen this documentary...

intense
overwhelming
unsettling
startling
untouched
unseen
hopeless

These are all words (and many more) that came to mind
while watching Lisa Ling
and her film crew document
a surgeon and his experience in healing
1,000 blind North Korean's in one week.
I strongly suggest and recommend
purchasing this video.

SoCal=4

2008-01-15T19:05:00.000-08:00

before i say anything...i have an announcement:

SoCal is complete. It is no longer overcome with testosterone or masculinity. We have been balanced...we have been completed. Paige and Andrea finally arrived last week...and this past week has been a whirlwind trying to get to know these two folks before we live together on the road for 3 months.
OK...now that that is done...

The countdown is on I suppose...final month of booking and polishing our route so that it is acceptable for us to actually leave on our launch date February 7th! Its hard to believe that 3 months have already passed...yea...3 months yesterday. These few weeks back in San Diego have been without a doubt reassuring of my decision to be here...though some news that I've heard this week has been less than exciting (selfishly of course)! Justin, my regional manager has decided to leave IC. He's been with IC for 3 years...one of the original Biola Boys of course (which includes Matt Provo). I could probably write a whole blog on Matt...but this is about Justin.

Justin and his wife Kira as well as the Provo's are moving to a country for 2 months for research. Let me mention that this country isn't just a country American's can work in or even live in. They are going to document and speak for people that obviously do not have a voice or even a window into the outside world. This is essentially what IC prepares its staff and supporters to do...to speak for the unspoken and discover stories that need to be told. IC fully supports Justin's decision...though, he is an integral part of the movement department this situation...this people group has been laid on his and Kira's hearts so they are moving to action.

I guess the one thing that I have struggled with regarding this...and mind you...I'm speaking selfishly at this point...the thing is is that I was looking forward to the opportunity to continue to get to know Justin and invest and be invested. I'm not necessarily saying that this opportunity has passed...but for now, it has. I'm continually encouraged by the strength and experience Justin has at 22 years of age. He has selflessly put himself out there and am anticipating good news from his new journey with his wife and the Provo's.

Work for the next month will be hard but an interesting and exciting time as a new RM is phased in who happens to make the lamest of days amazing. So...I think this is all of the news that I have for now. I'll attempt to be a bit more consistent with information. Let me end by saying that being back in San Diego after Christmas has confirmed a lot of things...and I know I am supposed to be here still. Feels good...

another word for desperate

2007-12-01T01:53:00.000-08:00

2007 has been a whirlwind of events and emotions leading to new beginnings and sometimes the end to what was so dear. sometimes? ok...maybe not sometimes because beginnings always brings most things to a definite end. right? ok well...needless to say, this year brought the unexpected. For instance:
-truth
-heartache (a lot)
-the lack of a "home"
-the loss of a best friend (both man's best friend and a real friend)
-a community of vulnerability crumbling with no effort to mend it
-a new "job"
-a bold move to San Diego
-40 if not more beautiful people brought into my life

so a lot has happened. many things that I had dreamed of happened...and of course at the same time things I had never imagined losing...I lost. Is it bad that I am so idealistic? I suppose. I haven't allowed much of these things that have happened this year to really affect me. Sure...I take the time to appreciate these events/things and I also take the time to struggle with these events/things. But...my heart hasn't totally expressed itself yet. I'm not sure when it will. When will I realize that the relationship I held most dear to my heart was devastated? A relationship that provided inspiration, motivation, and most of all love. I still don't understand most of the happenings and emotions that have gone on in the grand year of 2007. I don't understand where the hope is in the loss of a friend. I think it sucks...I think its rather shitty. I suppose I have preoccupied myself enough to not worry or reflect on certain situations...and I'll be the first to admit that my actions were not the healthiest for either party. I'm not sure where things ended and I'm not sure of the future. And that must be my hope...the future and knowing that love exists now and in the months and years to come. I'm sure it sounds lame to anybody reading...but there is no denial in love providing hope. And...let me explain the title of this blog. I'm not desperate. And...I'm not looking for a word synonmous with desperate. But...I'm...some word that can explain being completely content with life and its struggles but at the same time reflective and pissed off at how some things have turned out. I'm completely unaware what provoked this sudden explosion of words...I guess just a refreshing eventful night with new friends has led me to really dwell on what was back in Tennessee. I do appreciate the way God has allowed me to struggle and grow in the transition between seasons but I tell you what...life ain't easy.

common groud

2007-11-18T22:40:00.000-08:00

it seems more and more difficult to find time to write...to write my thoughts...my feelings...my current situation and the dynamic happenings in this season of my life. i told you i would write...i told you i would express my heart more openly through the convenience of blogging. i haven't failed yet but i haven't been consistent...and i hate not being consistent. i feel the expectations of my life are weighing more heavily as i have approached "manhood." haven't i taken somewhat good care of myself since being on my own (and i use the phrase "being on my own" loosely). i haven't asked much of people if anything at all. i have pursued action b/c it has been laid on my heart...i refuse to sit by and allow a world to mute the voices of a people group. i'm not sure how to express this to some people. dual perspective doesn't really exist among two different generations. one generation is raised only to be concerned with oneself and one's family. another generation has been raised to think globally...maybe not on purpose but it happened. so how do the two generations meet on common ground? i'm not entirely sure i have figured this out yet...

...enlighten me.

la mesa

2007-11-03T21:05:00.000-07:00

a lot has happened in the past week or so...
the roadies have moved into a new home in La Mesa,
a slightly more upscale area than Spring Valley
which is where we were (where we had to Evacuate from).
its a Blessing to be in a house with these people,
more importantly, a House that can accomadate 35 Roadies.
at the moment, i'm sitting Outside of Cosmo's Coffee Cafe
listening to Music.
yes...
San Diego has music.
its no Nashville,
but the {BLUEGRASS} band that played a few moments ago
allowed me to have a taste of Home...
it went something like this:

rocky top
You'll always Be
home sweet home
to me
Good Ole Rocky Top
rocky top Tennessee

it was pleasant
motivated me to Run inside
and flash my Tennessee license.
that song was enough
to Know
i Am exactly
where I am supposed

to Be.

california's burning

2007-10-23T13:54:00.000-07:00

What is it about this life do I enjoy? The community...yea. The work...yea. But...having to pick up with all my stuff with about 20 other folks to escape a fire. Now that's an adventure. The area that I live and work in, Spring Valley, has been evacuated due to the southern (the Harris) fire...so we go a little north to stay with some IC staff which places us in the middle of the northern (the Witch Creek) and southern fires. 5% of the fires have been contained which I suppose is a lot better than yesterday's 0%...there is yet another possibilty of us having to evacuate the area of North Park that we are currently in. Not sure what's going to happen...but this process is building community. Even more than before I think.

Its just crazy to think that the office is in danger of being burnt down...everything that is the organization of IC is there. We have taken out the server so that we don't lose everything. But...what happens if something drastic were to happen? I guess, we will just need to play it by ear...and pray.

I love this life...always uncertain, always dangerous. Never safe...never comfortable.

a day in the life of just another guy

2007-10-16T23:01:00.000-07:00

Still here...in San Diego. As a part of the Invisible Children family...

Yea...I'm in the middle. A picture of me w/ a mandolin. Thus everyone thinks I'm typical Nashville and that I can play some pretty narley jams.

Today was a crazy intense...relieving day. We spent most of our time in the warehouse for training but we had the opportunity to go to lunch with Jason Russell, one of the co-founders of IC. After lunch, we were supposed to come back for training for Inspiration which Jason was conducting. Instead, he inspired us outside of the confines of the IC building. We were taken to his old high school and then to his parent's home where most of the beginnings of IC took place. It was kinda surreal. I mean...yea...Jason is a regular joe...but a regular joe that made radical choices and chose to "jump first, and fear later." Before he showed us his room at his parents' house...he explained that his number one strength is "input" meaning he collects information and stores it. Then he opened the door to his room...

...and this was only a quarter of it. It was nuts!!! Inspiring nonetheless.

So...why are scavenger hunts such a popular idea among the training process? The Gallery Church...and now IC. As we were given the rules for today's scavenger hunt we were told NOT to use the name of Invisible Children while hunting. Why? Well b/c sneaking into SeaWorld w/o paying was involved in the list of finds. Did we sneak into SeaWorld you ask? Why, yes!!! 40 pts right there. And did our team still lose? yes...sad days. The other roadies are quite the experience. Quite the relief. Quite the community. My prayers for community were definitely answered and this is just the beginning. I'm sitting in our common room at the Shire with Tranica, Jared, Josh, Chris, and Andi. And...we are shooting rubberbands. Its thats simple. Community is that simple. We are here for one reason with one heart for one country...but the beautiful thing is that it doesn't end there. Our heart's expand beyond IC and beyond Uganda. These folks have hearts of compassion...to love for the sake of love. This is their REVO...

San Diego...or home.

2007-10-15T20:49:00.000-07:00

I'm here.

After several months of uncertainty...certainty unveiled itself. This past Thursday I received a phone call from Invisible Children asking me to buy a plane ticket to San Diego...to fly in on the following Sunday. Yep...3 day notice. 3 days to conclude my time in Murfreesboro...3 days to say goodbye to everything that was comfortable and discovered. And, to greet San Diego into my life as a new chapter, a new season...a continued journey.

I'm a roadie for the 2008 Spring Tour...my location? So-Cal tour...including obviously Southern California and the southern most parts of Nevada (i.e. Las Vegas). And to our suprise...this year Hawaii is included. Yep...a school is flying the So-Cal team to Maui for 5 days to jump around from island to island. I'm not too sure I am supposed to know this tidbit of information yet...but it leaked. Thus far, I have only met one other guy on my team...his name is Ben, and he is from Cocoa Beach, Florida. He's currently on the So-Cal Tour promoting Schools for Schools program...that whole bunch of the roadies will be back in a week. So that means there will be a total of about 30 roadies living in one lovely home known as the Shire. Anyway...the other 2 folks on my team, the girls...will be here in January.

Today was my first day of training...it was an informational overload to say the least. Meeting all of the staff, learning about all the programs, learning of the history of Uganda (politically and pre-historical topics), discussing our intinerary, and of course having Jason Russell talk with us about IC. The week will continue with more and more information...then we will begin booking our tour. The job will begin...oh and um, I have an IC e-mail address...weird. jshults@invisiblechildren.com

I'm not wanting this experience to fly by...to be over within a wink of an eye. Instead, I want the experience to be embraced...I want to be present. I want to instill and experience community. And...I am confident that I will.

jesus @ tarboosh

2007-07-24T00:27:00.000-07:00

Did you know that Jesus smokes hookah at Murfreesboro's own Mediterranean Cafe and Hookah Bar, Tarboosh?

Did you also know that He very much so dwells in the hearts and minds of the patrons of Tarboosh?

Young, college bound patrons...searching for hope and something to place their faith in.
Wrestling with the idea that maybe there is something in this world to believe in...in a very personal way.

Well...they are there, and so is He.

patience

2007-07-06T14:45:00.000-07:00

ok ok...I get it. If I ask for patience...You'll give me great opportunities for patience. So, You don't so much give me the patience as much as You actually give me the situation to test my little patience. Allllright...I guess when its all said and done...yea, You supply the patience. But...man, does it feel like I'm lacking something.

The past two weeks have been a time of reflection...reflecting on the way things were, on life before the thought of graduation, on simplicity of friendships, on who Jesus could have been to me before this stage of my life. I am 23 years old, and yes to some people that is young...but in retrospect the things that I have been through, personally and in other friendshps, people twice my age never experience. I guess...I am just perplexed as to where I am going and what Jesus is trying to do with my life. And, I get it...I'm not supposed to understand or see the picture clearly...but that doesn't mean the desire to understand the workings of our Creator will just go away. I do understand, however, more than ever to just stop asking questions...not to stop asking God questions but stop questioning God himself. I've come to learn to accept the journey I've been given...in no way am I always happy with it. But...I get the fact that there is no sense in questioning God and consistently screaming "WHY?" But...though I understand not to do it...I still do. Creatures of habit, I suppose.

So...what am I getting at? I'm not quite sure...I just need to convey to people that God is consistently at work. In failure, in success, in patience, in eagerness, in the crappiest season of your life, and in the happiest...He's working. I guess, I don't feel like I am doing enough...b/c I'm not. As much as the world is trying to tell me that I am important and am getting things done...I'm still insignificant. Though I am insignificant...I desire to find the significance in purpose and design. So...here I am, still waiting. Still probably lacking some patience...

my mouth is dry with words i cannot verbalize

2007-07-04T23:41:00.001-07:00

I have nothing spectacular to say necessarily...but I am just wanting to write something to explain my emotions or to at least verbalize them.

I'm typically a really impatient person...and it for sure showed tonight in downtown Nashville during the July 4th celebration as I was pushing my way through 100,000 patriotic...um...people. I'm just going to say people to be nice. Anyway...I'm ready to go and I'm ready to do...but it seems my envisionment of going and doing consists of me being...not here. I am anxiously awaiting to discover my whereabouts in a job opportunity. A job opportunity that I would be more than blessed to be given...a job opportunity that will change a lot of things. More than ever, I am actually trying to not get my hopes up...but I can't help to when I feel like I have been given such a peace about this opportunity. I guess...what I am saying...is that life is real. more than ever. By Friday...which is technically tomorrow...no more than the already submitted resumes can stand up to my credentials and experience. I'm becoming aware of the fact that this time next week I will have an idea of where I stand and whether or not I'll be invited for an interview. In person. So...I'm nervous, excited, contemplative, butterfly crazy, hopeful, alive, prayerful...prayerful, and in awe of what could be. I'm desiring an opportunity that is possible...I'm desiring the fulfillment of my readiness to just go...

Flags & Letters

2007-07-02T11:36:00.000-07:00

Over the course of two evenings, I’ve watched two films both produced by Clint Eastwood with different perspectives concerning a specific battle during WWII. The battle was for a rather small island off the coast of Japan called Iwo Jima. The first of the two films is called Flags of our Fathers…obviously taking the perspective of the American soldiers. But, more specifically…the perspective of the men that apparently raised the flag on Iwo Jima. You know…the famous picture of the six men working together to raise an American flag. It was this picture that was released in American newspapers that gave the people of the United States a feeling of victory and hope.

But to these American soldiers it was a reminder of those days in battle…a reminder of those friends lost…a reminder of the real truth behind that simple, iconic photo. Now…the following film is called Letters from Iwo Jima. This film is from the Japanese perspective of those days in battle. Following the lives of a common baker and husband turned soldier, a controversial General, and a discharged, demoted soldier, Letters from Iwo Jima provides an American, like myself, an understanding of the emotion behind going to war with such a powerhouse like the US. During a specific scene in this film, one of the senior officers of the Japanese forces exchanges words…English words…with an American prisoner of war. The relation is friendly…and establishes some common ground between the two foreigners. This POW named Sam from Oklahoma dies soon thereafter…then, the senior officer reads a note he found on Sam to the soldiers around him. It was a letter from Sam’s mother. This scene changed the whole mood of the movie. The soldiers of the imperial army realized that these American soldiers weren’t bloodthirsty cowards like they had been taught…no…these Americans were receiving letters just like their own letters from their mothers and wives.

It’s easy to imagine going to war with people you consider your enemy…people you consider to be less than yourself. But…when you realize that your “enemy” has a mom and a dad…and probably a girlfriend somewhere or even a wife who may be pregnant, it’s hard to fathom taking their life. I’ve never really been against war…or even for war. There is a time and place for everything I’m sure…so I’m not discussing “war.” I’m simply discussing the emotion of both sides…the lives of both sides.

So, needless to say…if you haven’t seen either film or just one of the two, I suggest you see both. It was a gruesome, enlightening experience to watch something that still happens today…that is happening as we speak. Sam’s mother said in her letter to her son, ”Do what is right…because it is right.” That senior officer repeated those words to his men as they went forth during their final attempt to save face.

iPhone = iSuck

2007-06-30T19:42:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was the day to end all days for some folks...

People in Nashville and I'm sure in every other city were lined up outside of the Apple Store and Cingular stores just so they can be in debt to iPhones, and if they aren't in debt because of it I wish it upon them. I was just shocked to see people like myself and in other demographics as well waiting to blow $600 on some new technology...that trust me...won't be the last of its kind or the most expensive of its kind. I've never been one to want to protest until that day...you see, protesting in the picketting sort of way, I think, is lame...and gets absolutely nothing done. However...yesterday at Green Hills Mall in Nashville, as I was strolling pass the rather ridiculously long line of people on their cell phones that apparently still worked at the time...all I wanted to do was to hold a sign with photos of children in Africa that have been forced to live in disgusting environments and have contracted a fatal disease just because they needed to drink water to survive. Thats right...I wanted to hold a sign that yelled injustice. A sign that would make a mockery of such foolish acts like buying a $600 cell phone when you could possibly realize that it only cost $1 for 1 African to have clean water for 1 year. Do I need to the math for you?

Is it ever going to be enough to just love Jesus?

move along

2007-06-29T10:06:00.000-07:00

In this season of my life, I'm trying to figure out or at least be attentive to what God has in store for me next...I've recently been pondering the idea of moving. Yes...moving from Murfreesboro, most definitely. But...moving away from Nashville is what I mean. "Moving away from Nashville." Not really something I had envisioned saying until I was at least...28...maybe.
As you read to the right side of this blog, under my picture...I have said that I have experienced community in this season of my life unlike any other season. I suppose its been laid on my heart that once I discover such community I should seek to instill that elsewhere. Right? Am I to just move along once I find something that embodies the character of Christ? Does that really seem fair? I suppose not...but how else will other people experience that type of community? While not fully pertaining to this subject, I can't help but to think of a sign my friend, Elizabeth snapped a picture of...

Is this a chance that I am willing to take for others? I would sure hope so. If the opportunity presents itself...the chance will be taken. I'll be moving along.

2 shots and 3 pumps

2007-06-28T20:12:00.000-07:00

I went into Starbuck's today...as I normally do. Somewhat regretting every step I take into such a corporate, typical coffee shop...but looking at the lighter things in life...like the drink I was about to consume.
Last fall, I became hooked on this one drink. You see, its kinda hard to explain...but allow me to attempt it. Its simply 2 shots of espresso on ice w/ 3 pumps of coconut. No...not peppermint. Coconut. I can't stand the peppermint flavor b/c it makes me think I've drank something right after I have brushed my teeth. So, this drink...you then add water. No more than 3 quarters full...b/c anymore it will ruin the half/half and one equal you add in the end.
Well...tonite at the Starbuck's in lovely downtown Franklin...I ordered this drink, in addition to asking for a job...but that's for a later entry. She handed me my drink...but she had filled the cup with water to the top. Yea...no room for the last ingredients. Being the polite...somewhat push over individual as I am, I took the drink w/o hesitation. I began to walk over to the little "add-in station"...and I took a sip assuming I would toss a portion of it out. I stopped immediately in my path to the..."add-in station"...and was amazed at the fact that I was enjoying just 2 shots and 3 pumps. You need to understand...at this point (though I'm sure many people order this drink), I became an individual. I no longer needed to really base my drink decision on a previous experience or relationship...yes, relationship. 2 shots and 3 pumps...and water...is enough.