Okay, so I originally titled this entry "Oy veh..." Then I realized that that's against the law.

Nothing much to say. Wild weekend that will take much time to process. And it just hit me that it won't even be a month and a half until I'm singing "I am the Resurrection" and "Pharoah" EVERY DAY for 6 weeks.  I don't know what to think about that. 
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Man, I wish I could fast as successfully as I appear to avoid this ( Read more... )

Today's glorious surprise looked at me from my mailbox as the latest ( Read more... )

And that can only mean one thing, dear readers. The good Lord is shining some love down on me today, manifested albeit through an evil monopolizing ticketing company. But that don't bother me none because the result is as follows: on July 23rd, a Saturday (my only weekly free night during camp), I will be in Hyannis' Cape Cod Melody Tent sitting ( Read more... )

This was Easter like I ain't never seen it. I don't even know where to ( Read more... )

Sometimes there are days when I can't escape a color. It creeps its way (unnoticeable to the rest of the world but violently loud to me) into my day in all manner of odd places. Back in high school, there were the pink days. These were the days God would use for a good laugh because we all know that a Texas male in 1997 associated with pink is ( Read more... )

Between shoveling snow yesterday and a 6 am wake up call this morning, I'm a'hurtin'. This whole "Texas John on tour" business is brutal, physically and spiritually. I think that leading worship and playing at multiple communities and events is starting to get to me. Don't get me wrong. I'm stoked to be doing the work I'm doing, but the ( Read more... )

6:00am and I used to get along so well. I don't know where we went wrong. Ahh, dearest 6. Do you remember our regular weekly rendezvous? I remember like it was yesterday. Sunday nights at Brew Moon turned into Monday morning long before our revelries came to a close. Cards were dealt, among other things, until enough pairs of eyelids (or ( Read more... )

Dang, I laughed about that line for hours after it came out of Paul's mouth when we saw Natalie Portman on the Oscars. So much bad fashion tonight. Paul and I sat there on the couch like a couple of old peanut gallery queens just dishing the heck out of everyone from Beyonce to Robin Williams. Fortunately, I left before I let myself get really ( Read more... )

A query, dear readers: do I believe in omens? This isn't like one of those dumb "how well do you know me?" quizzes where I'm trying to figure out who I'd consider my "true friends" and all that nonsense. But I saw something incredibly bizarre and kinda disturbing today on my commute (I'll spare y'all the details at the moment, but suffice it to ( Read more... )