AI Final 6 Elimination

We have the scorecards, and they are not pretty.  According to the returns, there is a lot of grumbling amongst the crowd (or at least by me) about the selections of last night.  How can anyone associated with AI have thought that would make for a great show.  And on top of that, it followed Mariah Carey week which meant that we had two weeks of slow, mushy ballads.  Maybe that’s great if your Clay Aiken or David Archuleta, but for the viewing public, it borders on torture.  How ’bout we just take the soundtrack from “Footloose” and have at it next week?  If anybody gets knocked out at this rate, you’ll have to wake us up to know.

I’ll have more to say later as the show goes live.  For the rest of the story, click here.

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Christian Retreat Horror Movie Locations

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Normally, I like to post something with a bit of humor on Friday. I always try to get up early and get something out before the start of the day, but failed to do so. But I can’t let the day slip away without a dose of humor. We had 10 teenagers leave for a conference in Chicago today. It should be a great experience. But it also made me think of the typical “retreats” and training opportunities that church teenagers have to deal with. The following post is like a stroll down memory lane for many of us. I’ve posted it in full here, but I hope you take a few minutes to drop by this blog and read the comments that follow the article and enjoy a wry sense of humor that the blog author offers in all of his posts. You can read his stuff by clicking here.

#137. Holding retreats at locations that could double as horror movies.

It’s possible that all your church retreats were held in lovely fields of flowers. After making friendship bracelets with your best friends you had a big tickle fight with baby deer and bunny rabbits before eating smores around the amber glow of a bonfire.

My retreats were different.

Especially the ones that were held at Cape Cod Sea Camps. During the fall this otherwise full camp, pressed hard against the ocean, was empty. And we must have received a good deal on it, because for a few years running that was where my youth group went. Until the whole “demon possession” thing.

Walt Mueller was the guest speaker and in typical Saturday night retreat fashion, he had told us to go off alone to think about what we had heard that night. I wasn’t thrilled. Cape Cod Sea Camps is a series of concrete bunker type buildings hidden in the dunes and sea scrubbed forests of New England. Steps from any door you are swallowed by darkness and ocean air and sand.

After a few minutes in solitary thought, we were supposed to return to the basement entrance of the building we were meeting in. When I came back there was a single candle lit in the middle of a circle of chairs. (I need to post about youth group “special effects.”) When we all finally came back we realized that someone was missing. That’s when we started hearing the screaming. It got louder and louder and louder, slowly circling the building. Youth leaders scattered like my grandma at the opening scene of the movie American Beauty.

In the only window in the basement I saw Karen, a dog groomer by day, lean back and slap a girl in the forehead. She passed out. They drove her home. We all went and had ice cream and pretended nothing had happened.

Turns out it was a nervous breakdown. She was fine. We talk about it to this day. And maybe I’m wrong. Maybe you had the field of flowers experience, but I have to believe that somewhere down the road your youth minister saved the church some money by booking your retreat in the most terrifying place in your state.

American Idol – Final 8 Elimination

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Just finished a late meeting and so I’m once again on tape delay. On top of that, I missed most of last night’s “Idol Gives Back” show, which finished with what my wife told me was an awesome group performance of a well-known Christian praise song, “Shout to the Lord.” ……Well what do you know….as I’m writing this right now, we’re getting a redo so I get to hear it. Well I have to say that my wife was absolutely dead-on. WOW! That may be the best group song I’ve ever heard on AI. Outstanding!

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