passion play

Downs

• My hand caught on fire. You read that right. I was messing around with a creme brulee torch (read: refilling it), and lit it without wiping off my hand or the torch. The spark caught the entire thing on fire, along with the lighter fluid that remained on my hand. I screamed like a girl, and eventually beat the fire out on my shorts. But man, it still hurts.
• The creme brulee didn’t even turn out right. Argh.
• This morning for some reason I woke up really doubting my call as a church planter. The numbers aren’t where I’d like them (which is the problem to begin with), but God has a plan. And no matter what you say ore think, numbers matter.
• A jobsite which we’ve been working on for a while has had a setback: and there’s nothing I can do right now. It’s very frustrating.

Ups

• The steak and spiced new potatoes I grilled tonight came out great. And nothing makes a steak taste good like basil butter!
• Miranda took care of my hand pretty well. What a doll.
• We watched a pretty good movie tonight: Chocolat, which I believe Hirsch and Frost comment on as a good movie for missional thinking (it was). 
• I was listening to a Gary Lamb sermon this morning during my drive (ridge stone rocks 7 - remember), and it was the first salvation message I’d heard first-hand from him. And for some reason, the Gospel really impacted me during my time of doubt: Jesus is enough. I’d heard it from Driscoll and Piper and all the guys, but hearing it from Gary at the time I needed it really hit home.

What a roller coaster life is.