The storylines

An introduction to some of the storylines that may run through July's blog.

CHILDREN'S MINISTER
I am currently a children's pastor of approximately 40 kids, ages 6-10, at Christ Tabernacle Church (UPCI--Herrick, IL), pastored by Thomas Suey. We are currently in the midst of a children's revival, wherein God is speaking to many members of my little flock on an individual basis, telling them that He plans on constructing an American and world-wide revival by speaking through the children, and through the Latinos.

ALL-NITE PRAYER CAMP
In conjunction with the World Network of Prayer, at the end of the month, Christ Tabernacle is bringing in Kids Prayer Coordinator Angie Clark for an overnight prayer camp. At this gathering we will teach the children to pray for church, the community, and the world. We are expecting many to get filled with the Holy Ghost, and I am also expecting to have some hard-to-believe stories that could only be attributable to God.

WORD AFLAME PUBLICATIONS
Get the full scoop on what is happening at UPCI HQ, because I have an inside line as the Editorial Designer (Toddler & Youth levels) for Word Aflame Publications.

Mark of the Beast -- For example, right now everybody's talking about how the new time clocks will force HQ employees to take the mark of the Beast. While the building is still using the old punch clocks, new clocks are being installed that have a hand scanner. The running joke, "What's next, a retina scan?" Some people are talking about boycotting the new time clocks. I can't tell if they're joking yet.

SMITHSON, MY ROOMMATE
At age 25, Smithson never did housework before moving in with me. Living with him is hilarious, and any comments made are intended for fun and with love in mind. Things like garbage disposals have a mesmerizing fascination to him. While he is alien to the oven (danger Will Robinson), he is really becoming a master of the Pizzazz, and the George Foreman grilling machine.

Just the other day, as he sat idly on the couch, Smithson comments, "Hey, you may want to take a look at that coffee pot. It's got some mold-stuff growing on the bottom of it." Not knowing what to expect, I investigated. Apparently, Smithson had made a pot of coffee about two weeks ago, and failed to pour out the coffee in the bottom of the carafe. Once mold started growing, he was so grossed out that he'd rather tell me to check it out, than pour it out himself. I know I'm not the perfect roommate either.

LOVE MACHINE
The last storyline of note -- I am engaged to be married in early-November to a beautiful monkey-woman named MiMi. I do adore her so, and you will have to forgive me at times because I have been blinded by love. If by blog goes dead for a couple of days, it's probably because my MiMi has found herself another gorilla. Ooh ooh.

I'm prepared for wild ride