after the flurry

wow, the last few weeks have been a blur for me. The weekend of thanksgiving we helped  shoot a movie with Casey. I went to a couple of clubs to hear bands for the venue. Meridith, my daughter, had her baby … Tyler Wayne. Then … the venue opened last Saturday, which, I thought was a pretty good success. Three bands in Pilot Point … 50 people in the door …. mostly teens … yah.  Now … onto Christmas, New Years and our weekly schedule at “the journey”.  Keeps me hopping.

I really don’t have much else to tell you … It takes a lot to keep up with the “myspace” presence — myspace.com/thejourneypilotpoint … and our new facebook page for ‘the journey’ … yikes.

If I don’t get back here … Merry Christmas. If you take Christ out of Christmas … you just get a ‘mas’.

rock on

 

the journey :: pilot point

Ok, I probably should be flogged with a wet noodle for not keeping up the blog for the past few weeks. Lot’s of excuses, do you really care what they are? I didn’t think so … if you life is as busy as mine … you get it … if you don’t … then you probably don’t have much of a life.

I am so pumped about “the journey” … I hope you remember that … it’s the music venue for the younger set. Our first show is December 13 … a three band night … but the third band is choosing to be a challenge to nab. I really believe this is going to be my thing in this area. Church, as we know it and have done it, is just not making it for me … I would rather be the church instead of providing the classic alternative.

We are still feeding folks through Angel Food and we are so looking forward to our “Thanksgiving Jam” this Sunday night with friends and family from all over coming together for some food and tunes.

Now, what about some help? We are going to need some adult type help in the following areas for “the journey”: security (if you are a big burly guy with long hair, no hair, and/or facial hair … you are who I am looking for), concessions (like to drowned a hot dog or two … like music, but can’t take being in front of the speakers, want to be “kitchen help”) … call me, street team … want to force people to our myspace page and let them know what’s up? … (computer literate people necessary), or just load in, load out folks (roadies) … ah, my back thanks you. All of these things can be accomplished and you don’t even have to change your church membership or split your tithe check!! Yes, no guilt involved … just helping kids who love rock and roll and all the other titles they call it today.

Mind you … the journey is not a venue for “Christian Music” per se … it is a venue for good music run by Christians … catch my drift. If you were hoping for Gaither Night or a Point of Grace concert … not gonna happen. We will have all kinds of bands … playing all types of music … some will probably NOT be your taste. For me … it’s about kids having an outlet to express their music with their friends … it will be a clean venue … so parents can feel assured we will not be having groups dropping the f bomb in their lyrics, flipping off the crowd, or dissecting small animals. But it probably will necessitate ear protection if you plan on coming or helping. Especially on Heavy Metal night.

Seriously, if you want to help … call me. check out our myspace.com/thejourneypilotpoint

 

motorcycles and cool air

I don’t know what it is about fall (or fall like conditions in Texas), but it clears my head. 65 – 75 degrees minus humidity … makes me crave getting on the GW and heading down the road … and even if I can’t ride, it makes me want to turn off the AC in the car or truck and ride with my head out the window. Strange sight. It just seems I can think when I am riding. I can’t explain it well … it’s just a love affair with freedom.

It’s on brisk mornings like this that I contemplate all sorts of things. I question the things I do and ask … are they bringing me joy? Why don’t I do that on mornings when it’s 95 by 8 a.m.? I don’t know … maybe because I know I have to keep moving or I will melt in sun.

As you know, I also love to blog and read blogs. Recently, I have grown tired of reading certain types of blogs … religion, Christianity, church, theology … all used to be tags that I would peruse. All boring to me now. It’s the same old dribble. People arguing and debating biblical loggerheads. Christians bashing other Christians for not being like themselves. It’s almost like we have gotten to the point that WE made GOD in our image and not the correct thought. In light of the last couple of days and the great stone throwing at Ray Boltz … I hang my head in shame of qualifying myself as a Christian. Some bible blogger out there will call be a liberal for having compassion for the man and his family, while the gay blogger will consider me a hater for being a Christian. My question is … when did one sin become so much worse than another. Let’s think back … in church world before their was the “homosexual sin crisis” … there was the “divorce sin crisis”. You might be too young to remember … but divorce used to be the sin of all sins. You couldn’t go to seminary if you had been divorced! Wow … how quickly we forget. Lets move on.

I thought I would follow the presidential race … only to be sickened again by peoples course rhetoric on why the other candidate should not be president. I am constantly being bombarded with facebook 20 somethings that tell me I have to be informed about the OTHER evil candidate. I am 51 years old and I learned a long time ago that no matter who sits in the oval office, and how many great ideas they have, and how they preach change, it rarely changes anything. The only person that can change is … me. The only people that can change are those that want to change. Barack is not the answer … of course neither is McCain. Don’t get me wrong … it is interesting. But so is Pro Wrestling, Police Wildest Chases, Intervention and Dirty Jobs. These campaigns are just good TV. Not a good movie, mind you … just good TV. I will vote, but don’t expect me to get into a debate with you unless you would like to discuss how neither one of these guys will achieve a fraction of what they promise.

Ah, motorcycles and cool air … now that’s where I want to be.

<–wg