It's My Money and I Want It NOW!!!

It seems that the initial flurry of activity on Thirty Travelers has slowed to a saddening crawl. I, for one, as a full-blooded male who admittedly checks this site at an average of 3.14159 times per day to learn of the glorious tales of his compatriots, am terribly disappointed in each and every one of you… except Elaine, who posts like a champ… and Erin, because she wrote me a fairy tale in which John is an evil centaur.

I’ve got a little bit of news to report, so I figured I’d use Thirty Travelers to broadcast it out to the nations. Let's see if you guys can spread this as fast as the gospel. If it takes you more than 2008 years, I’m going to be rather upset… Well, today I was offered a position as a Campus Minister for Campus Outreach Birmingham, the same crew I spent my summers with the past two years. I’m pretty stoked, but I could certainly use your prayers as I beg God for discernment as to whether or not I should accept.

When they pitched me the idea, they told me that not only would I be a campus minister somewhere (which, in all likelihood, will be at Samford- which would be almost laughably awesome), I would also be able to take two seminary classes a semester (at Beeson perhaps? (cough) John? Will? Et al?), I would have some freedom to write, and I would serve as a “trainer of worship leaders” for campuses across the southeast. All of that seems incredibly intimidating, but freakin’ exciting. It incorporates, like, everything that generally gets me amp'd up about life. It sounds almost too good to be real. Please pray that my excitement won't lead me to impulsiveness. I've been making strangely grown-up decisions recently, like purchasing a 2004 Toyota Corolla to replace the Trooper... whose brakes cut out while I was driving on 280.

Elsewhere about the Magic City- Warden is rockin’ his motorcycle-scooter and dominating PT school; Pat seems to have nothing to do at work and so gets me substitute teaching jobs; Sarah makes a heavenly Devil’s Food/Kahlua cake; Elaine is rocking our worlds with Family Dinners every Tuesday night; Parks is loving the Apple Store and is headed to Brazil with his girlfriend Kathryn for two weeks this summer; Aaron is… well, Aaron... only now people at Starbuck’s and Fox have to deal with him too, instead of just me... who experienced a string of five or six days where I was woken up (either having just fallen asleep or about to wake up) to Aaron's semi-naked body hovering above me; Brian is shakingly-excited to do stuff so nerdy I have a hard time listening to him explain it; Keith is whipping Ryan and I into shape to run this half-marathon and getting ready to share a bed/home/life with a wonderful girl; Money is moving in with Bonham (in Birmingham!); Cliff is waiting to hear back from Regions and going to exhibit all of his musical talents with me on Tuesday nights in Harry's at Campus Outreach meeting; Emily is engaged; Amanda Howes loves Children’s Hospital; and Jamie is... well, my friend, and it’s about damn time. Much love from 1701.

P.S. If you haven't seen There Will Be Blood or No Country For Old Men, what the hell are you waiting for? What!? And you haven't listened to The Triceratops!? I may put you before the Birmingham Contingent of the Thirty Travelers Convention to see if you can be excommunicated.

Lastly, my friend Comastro, who is student teaching for high school in Keystone, Colorado is using my song "Sail On, Sweet Enola Gay" to open discussion on Hiroshima (insert ashamed laughter).