Wednesday, January 01, 2020

Flower Power

"But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair" 
- Relient K


       Picture it; November 2004. Sophomore year, second semester. I was fat, semi-shy and not really a huge fan of anything other than pop music and the occasional punk pop band. As someone who grew up in church I found most Christian music corny but I liked listening to what was popular during the time; you know TobyMac, casting crowns, etc.

       Little did I know that I would find an album that I could listen to from beginning to end without stopping or skipping. The album "mmhmm" from Relient K. I had heard previous albums from the band and really liked their Christmas EP they released with the previous album. I listened to each of the songs on the album and I really dug what I was hearing.


       This album was probably the first "Christian" album to sound anything like what was on the radio. Sure there were other artists out there, but for some reason this one just really hit all the criteria for a great "Christian" album that I didn't even know I needed in my life. The album was SO good. The band went on Warped Tour, toured with Good Charlotte & Simple Plan. They were legit! I mean come on!! How often did Christian artists tour with Warped tour?!


Anyway.


       Little did I know that this album would be one that affected me. All the songs resonated with me. Like EVERY one of the 13 songs. It became what I've dubbed as my "life album" I identified with Matt Thiessen and the boys. Each song from track 1 to track 14 spoke to me!


       Fifteen years later AND every time I've had a down day or just needed a little "pick me up" I throw this CD in or stream it on Spotify. I even own an original pressing on vinyl (from 2005). Heck I even have a playlist on Spotify called "Who I am hates Who I've been" - one of the song titles from the album; mixed with a few other songs/bands.


       Like I stated, every song has a special meaning to me. Its hard to pinpoint a certain favorite song, but if I had to pick one (it's not even a close race) would have to be track two; Be my Escape. This song has a line in it that sticks out (I've already quoted it a the top of this blog); "The beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair". Like "DAAAANGGGGG" that hits home! It hits hard.


       The song; written by the bands lead Matt Thiessen, is a plea for an "escape" from past mistakes he'd made.


Here are the full lyrics, if you've never heard the song or read the lyrics


"I've given up on giving up slowly,
I'm blending in so you won't even know me
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
Because I know to live you must give your life away

And I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I've been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there's no way in knowing
Where to go, promise I'm going because


I gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape.

I'm giving up on doing this alone now
'Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how
He's told me the way and I'm trying to get there
And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit that I'm every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair


'Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there's no way in knowing
Where to go, promise I'm going because

I gotta get outta here
'Cause I'm afraid that this complacency is something I can't shake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging You to be my escape.
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made
And all I'm asking is for you to do what You can with me

But I can't ask You to give what You already gave
'Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there's no way in knowing
Where to go, promise I'm going because


I've gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I've gotta get outta here
And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape.

I fought you for so long
I should have let you in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were you
So were you"



        Like WOW. I can't even explain how this song has been "my song" since 2004 when I first heard it. I've quoted that line, I painted a canvas that hangs on my living room wall I look at EVERY day, I've written it and used it so many times.


       This past year has been a tough one for me. So many negatives have come my way. Rumors, gossip, car problems, petty "Friends"/coworkers. I've had to deal with personal doubts and fears. This year has not been all bad though. There have been a lot of good things too (new position at work, new car, new apartment, etc). I don't want people to think or assume that it's only been negatives. I did let others cause me to feel certain ways about them. I formed opinions that were not okay. I let my personal opinion affect relationships and how I viewed people. I forgot that they were people in need of grace too. How could I be the only one? 


       Even on the days when I had coworkers talking trash about me behind my back to make themselves feel better, but really they just needed to extend the grace that was extended to me and from me. I'm not special, neither are they. We are all people in need of God's grace. That's the beauty of grace. It's not fair. It looks different for every person. The grace that is extended to me will look different than someone else.

       Some days it felt like 2019 was just a solid year of "why me" or "again?!" and other negative thoughts. I've let my past scare me, I've let insecurities rule my day/week.

"I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity" 

       I didn't like who I was in these moments. But I simply reminded myself that I am not a victim of my circumstances. I have to rise above. I have to look to the one who gives me strength; the one who shows me GRACE that I do not always deserve.

      With all that this year has brought, both negatives and positives I wanted to end this year on a high note. I've listened to this album countless times over the last twelve months. I've listened to "Be My Escape" who knows how many times. It's easily one of the top songs I've listened to this year and its FIFTEEN YEARS OLD. This song came out 15 years ago when I was just 21. I never knew that it would still be my jam.


So why this blog?
Why would I type all this out to talk about a song that's 15 years old?
Why would I share about why this song is so special?
One simple answer. I have to show the world my newest form of expression....
Sure I've written it out, I've sang it, I've quoted it, I painted it.

What's next?....

       I'm sure that my parents wont be too happy but I wanted a permanent reminder that the beauty of grace is that it makes like not fair. Another song, another tattoo. Of course.

       To me, tattoos really should speak to who you are and remind you of something or someone special, a special place or a time.The song is just another something special in my life. It's a physical, visible, daily reminder that grace isn't fair, life isn't fair and that it's okay that it's not.

       This flower is the mmhmm album cover. It's not just because I love that song or that flower BUT because I love this album. The flower reminds me of grace, reminds me of when I'm not happy about where I am, I can remember that I've come so far. That I am better than I sometimes think I am. I am more than useless; even when others may think I am. I am a poster child for undeserving grace.


2020 is here.

So my word for the year is: GRACE





THE BEAUTY OF GRACE IS THAT IT MAKES LIFE NOT FAIR...




Sunday, November 25, 2018

Have you ever heard a song.....

Have you ever heard a song and the lyrics just hit you?


It’s great to just listen to the words as they are sung but you may not catch the full meaning until later when you listen to it again and again or you look up the lyrics and sing along to it. You add the song to one or two playlists on Spotify and listen to it a few times a day and even after months the song still speaks to you; it MOVES you. You bring it up when you’re talking about songs you’re currently listening to or when someone asks about the music you love. You may not even be a big fan of the band or artist that sings the song but you hear the song and just think “wow”.


This is not the song but Kelly Clarkson’s newest album (Meaning of Life) there’s a line in her song called “Move You” that says


“When  a lyric really gets you, and it breaks you down inside”


Back in the spring of this year (2018) I heard a song just like that. I heard this particular song one Sunday at church. I had never heard it or heard of it even though it came out in June 2017. I always love hearing new worship songs and catching on mid song to the lyrics and melody and just falling in love with the words. Just listening to one of our women on the worship team sing the lyrics just was beyond amazing. She brought life to the song. The words just hit me. I may not have cried in the moment but later on when I heard it again in my car on the way home I’m pretty sure there were tears.


The song has a title that makes sense but until you actually listen to the song you can’t really grasp why I would choose this song. The lyrics explain it all.


On a sort of related note.


For the last twenty or so years I have really had a passion for music. Music has always been an escape for me. It has been a way for me to express myself. I used it as an outlet when I was made fun of or being called names. Music became the person I wanted to become, I wanted to “do” music as a career and really thought at one point that God was leading me in that direction full time. I had my plans, I wrote my songs, I recorded them. Let me tell you listening to them now makes me laugh a little bit because the songs are really cheesy however the heart behind them was genuine. That’s all a part of the writing and growing process.


Because of music I have been able to overcome things like people making fun of me, and even my own insecurities about my weight and my confidence in who I am. I learned to listen to music not because of a beat or the artist singing/performing the song but really “listen” to it. Learn to appreciate the meaning behind the lyrics. I wonder often times when someone writes lyrics or pens a melody if they mean what they intend or if they just write them for the sake of writing; whether that is a song on the top forty or a worship song that plays on Christian radio or in the local church.


I feel like there’s more behind the scenes of writing a song than most people think or even realize, That’s exactly what this song did for me. Even while writing this blog post I did some research and watched a video by the band talking about the song and how it came to them and the writing process. I heard the heart, I felt the passion that went into writing this amazing song. Whenever I see that we are singing this song I get goosebumps and I get anxious waiting to sing along to these beautifully penned words, the words written by God through the people who put it on paper and put those words to music.


It MOVES me. It inspires me. It reminds me of my purpose and why music has been such an important aspect in my life!


Through this song and a sermon that was preached at our church about serving in the church as well as a series of conversations I had with a fellow volunteer who could see my passion for music by just watching how I engage in worship I was reminded of one of the things I love the most: Singing and music. That last part was definitely a God thing because the other volunteer doesn’t know me very well. Singing worship and being a part of that worship team at church is something that I haven’t done in close to ten years I missed being a part of that. Completely different topic but it does revolve around this song.


So you want to know what the song is?


I’m not there yet.


This song discusses what it means for us to worship our Creator. God put everything in order, created it all not as a boastful thing; but like an artist paints a beautiful painting or an author writes a love story that catches the hearts of many or even that song that was written as a love song to a Savior who created this person for the purpose of loving Him and loving other people. How could we not look around us and not be in awe and wonder of the Artist who designed it all?  


The song talks about how God created all of creation as an act of love and as a way for us to see it and recognize Him in nature and science. The stars placed perfectly and the planets aligned and even where the oceans begin and end. When we look around at rocks or trees it’s not the only thing he created, each person on the planet Earth. All seven plus billion & counting are works of God. EVERY PERSON. EVERY ROCK. EVERY STAR. Everything was created by Him and everything we see is a work of art called love.


So the bridge in the songs says this:


if the stars were made to worship so will I.
If the mountains bow in reverence so will I.
If the oceans roar Your greatness so will I.
For if everything exists to lift You high so will I.
If the wind goes where You send it so will I.
If the rocks cry out in silence so will I.
If the sum of all our praises still falls shy
Then we’ll sing again a hunger billion times


The song goes on saying that If Jesus chose surrender to save us from the sins of the world then we should also gladly choose surrender to love the billions of people in this world.


The song, if you haven’t already guessed


SO WILL I (100 Billion X) by Hillsong United


This song has many layers but the part that really stuck with me was “If the stars were made to worship so will I.” I just couldn’t get those lyrics out of my head. Why did they stick with me and resonate with me way more than the others. Why did those words mean so much to me? I truly believe in divine intervention. God wanted those words to stick with me, to remind me of a love of music and worship and rekindle my love for singing for Him. Wow. I can’t even type the feelings that i felt hearing those words, how the hairs stood up on my neck and  how I just couldn’t fully grasp the words immediately but those words just meant so much more to me than I ever thought they could.


Those last three words of each of the lines in the bridge, the title of the song SO WILL I have just stuck with me over the last few months. Everyday for the last few months I have literally sung those words or thought them in my head almost as a prayer. It has been a constant reminder that I am not a man of this world but I am here to show God’s glory to sing praises much like the stars. So if the stars were made to worship: SO WILL I.


Because of these words that are simple and may mean more to me than to others I wanted to find a way to express that prayer out loud and as a daily reminder for myself and find a way for others to keep me accountable for this. How can I do that without having to explain it all; which in all honesty I don't mind talking about the song and why I love it so much.


Each time those words have been uttered, thought or sang I cannot begin to tell you the emotions it brings up. It’s not a passing or fleeting thought, it’s not “just another catchphrase” it is a life, it is a choice to gladly choose surrender, to worship and thank our Creator for all the things he has done? How can I express this silently but also loudly? What can I do that I will say “SO WILL I”


Could i put it on a t-shirt, paint it on a canvas, write it on everything? I could do these each, or all. I could do more. I wanted more, I wanted something that I could take with me everywhere I go, someway to show my commitment to those lines


“If the stars were made to worship so will I.


This is how….


A permanent, daily reminder. A tattoo.

Thursday, June 07, 2018

The God who Provides

Jehovah Jireh.

The Lord Provides.

If you've ever been in any church setting you've probably heard this phrase uttered or spoken of. Jehovah Jireh roughly translates to "The Lord provides" and it has such deep meaning. In Biblical terms it its first mentioned in Genesis 22:14

 - "So Abraham called that place The Lord Will Provide. And to this day it is said, 'On the mountain of the Lord it will be provided'" (NIV)

Abraham was referring to the sacrifice in place of his son, Issac. Long story short, Abraham and his wife Sarah finally were blessed with a child, Issac, after many years of praying. God gave them their son and then He asked for Abraham to sacrifice his son. Could you imagine?! Praying for years and years and God providing and then asking you to give up the one thing you've prayed for? I can't. It stresses me out to think about it. I can not imagine what was going through their minds and hearts when God told Abraham to take Issac to the mountain and sacrifice him! Insane.

In the moments before I'm sure Abraham was internally pleading with God to change his mind, to do something only to have to place his son on an alter they built together. Fortunately for Abraham and Issac right at the last second God provided a sacrifice in the bushes nearby. Can you imagine the relief that they both felt? It's a measure of extreme faith to strap your son to an alter and be ready to kill him because the Lord has called you to do that. The Lord didn't answer Abraham's pleas immediately, during the trip or even into the moments leading up to the alter they built. He literally provided at the time He deemed necessary.

I've heard this story many times over the course of my life and many times I've just glossed over it. It has so many deep theological meanings and it has a lot to say in our lives today. I've heard this story and I've heard the phrase "Jehovah Jireh; the God who provides," but never in my life have I fully experienced this until the last year or so of my life. I've experienced God providing answered prayers many times; provided financial support when it was needed for a mission trip (literally to the minutes right before I headed out). I've seen God provide for others in so many different ways but I've never seen God provide like he has recently in my life.

If you know anything about me; you know that I have an older model truck (1997 Chevy truck with a camper shell) that has given me a lot of problems over the last few years. Fortunately for me they have been issues that are easily resolvable. A busted radiator, moisture under my distributor causing the truck to not spark/run, broken taillights. Small issues. Thankfully I've been able to have easy fixes that do not cost much money (less than $50 in most cases). These fixes nickle and dime you quickly especially when you are not expecting them. No one; in my position, prepares for vehicle repairs. Ideally I'd have money set aside for vehicle repair, but let's be honest for a second.... I'm living paycheck to paycheck even though I have a good job with great benefits.

When you have a vehicle that has traveled over 370,000 miles all over the southeastern part of the country it's amazing it's still ticking. From Louisiana to and up to Ohio and everywhere in between my truck; or as we call it "Papaw", has lived an incredible life. Like many old things, Papaw has broken down and seen better days, even after its had so many parts replaced. Somehow he's kept on running for twenty one, let me say that again, 21 years!!! Most vehicles don't last that long!! How has this truck gone so long?!? I get asked this question a lot and I ask the same thing every time it breaks down on me. By the grace of God; that's for sure.

Over the last two years I've seen my truck break down at least five times due to moisture under the distributor cap and several times it overheated (before we found the HUGE crack in the radiator), also had to have the water pump replaced (thanks to a friend of mine). It's been annoying, it's been a hassle. I've had to ask for rides, ask for help changing parts, it's been embarrassing. It sucks when you're in your mid-thirties and have driven the same vehicle for sixteen years with so many problem. Even in all the random fixes I've been able to have a working vehicle that runs; barely some days. There have been days I just hoped and prayed it cranks and gets me to and from where I'm going whether that's work or church or the gym.

My truck has become a staple, people know where I am whenever they see my truck. It's not hard to recognize this truck; again if you know me, you know my truck. Me and Papaw go together like peanut butter & jelly; only not.There are very few recognizable vehicles like mine. You know where I am if you see the truck.

Though I've had so many years and I've been through many miles and road trips with this truck, and even with all the issues I've had I'm grateful for the truck. Even though when you meet me and then you see the type of vehicle I drive it takes you back and you may even let out a laugh or two because when you meet me I'm not the type of guy who should be driving a 1997 Chevrolet Silverado C1500. I mean really..... but you know what, that's my truck and it's been my source of transportation for the last 16 years.

 Recently (Friday last week), yet again I had some issues with my distributor; which I was not aware of what the issue was right away. I felt defeated, I felt abandoned, I felt like "this is it, this is where I HAVE to get a new vehicle". I had friends come give me a battery boost, that wasn't it. We ran a code reader on it and it said the O2 sensors were bad; just my luck, something I know nothing about. Thankfully after a little research and looking at my distributor I figured out that my rotor was bad & had been burnt from firing and misfiring since it was replaced last summer (like 9 months ago). It's not an expensive part but it still sucks to have to sink more money into a vehicle that may not last much longer. I have faith that Papaw could make it a few more months or years as long as I do regular oil changes and keep up with any maintenance it may need. As long as the parts and/or labor are not too expensive to justify.

Thank goodness for social media and technology because I was able to get the help I needed. This help included what I stated in the last paragraph. I also had some people in my church let me borrow a car for transportation until I got the truck up and running again. Thankfully I only had to borrow their car overnight and then give it back in less than 24 hours.

I had another church member reach out to me and checking on me and seeing how my truck was doing. He had previously helped me out with a ride home one time when my truck was dead and didn't know what was wrong. Through some facebook chat and a phone call that I honestly never would've expected He and his wife, who are amazing people and who embody what it truly means that "generosity changes lives".

Again, Jehovah Jireh has never, NEVER been more real in my life than this day. They have offered to give me an older car that they no longer need. Like, what?!? Are you serious, God PROVIDES!!!

I've been so worried and stressed about how I could afford a vehicle on my salary while living alone and having bills. I mean I am a single guy living alone I shouldn't have that many bills, but they add up. But when you pray and pray and pray and feel like they've just become empty prayers that are just floating around and that God has grown tired of hearing them; rest assure that He hears everyone of them. He does NOT answer your prayers on your time table, He answers them on HIS. I've had to remind myself that many times over the last several months. He provides answers; whether its yes, no or "just wait". We are people who do not want to wait, we want things NOW. That's why we have mobile ordering, online ordering, 2 day shipping, etc.

Often times God provides and answers prayers when we least expect it. That was the phone call I got. It was not expected. When the husband reached out to me to check on me I just assumed he was going to check on me and make sure I was mobile again, or maybe he knew someone who could help or maybe had a cheaper car for sell. I don't think I could have prepared myself to hear the words he spoke to me over the phone. I literally began shaking and stood speechless in my kitchen.

Picture it, I'm in my kitchen having a conversation about what I fixed; even if temporarily, on my truck and little did I know what would come out of the conversation. I'll be honest; I didn't know what to say.... like how do you respond? Do you say yes right off the bat? Should I say yes, No, what?! How do I even begin to think about repaying them for the generosity they've shown me? Do I need to pay them, work for them, etc? How can I ever begin to repay them for such a great gesture?

I had so many questions running through my mind for a good hour after that conversation; many of which were not that important in the long run (insurance costs, title transfer fees, etc). In the long run those things will not matter.

I've spent the last few days just in awe and amazement of how great God is and no matter how much we want answers instantly He's listening and is working everything out. It may sound crazy to not say "Yes" right away but I hesitated. Why? Honestly I'm not sure but I knew that this was definitely a God thing. I could have never expected this. I could never assume that this would be the answer to my prayers. I wasn't sure how I felt about it all. Of course I was very appreciative and thankful to this couple for reaching out and offering me this awesome opportunity. I was not prepared for this answered prayer. Why did I hesitate; I think for me it was because I was in total shock. I wanted to justify that my truck was fine and that I didn't need a newer vehicle, but who was I kidding? My truck is one more major problem away from being a useless piece of metal. I didn't want it to be that way. I knew eventually I would have to replace my truck I'm just not in a financial position to replace it at this time.

So as I say goodbye to my old truck I say hello to new adventures with the car that was provided by this awesome couple who listened to the Lord and met a need, answered a prayer and blessed me beyond all measures! It's hard to say goodbye to a vehicle I've been driving for sixteen years but I know that on the THOUSANDS of miles I put on my truck and the memories that I've made along the way.

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Throwback Thursday - Fuge Edition



If you asked me in March 2008 that I would have gotten hired to work for Fuge Camps, i would have told you that after two years interviewing that I wouldn’t be working. If you asked in a few weeks later I would be able to say “YES!!”. Hearing that voicemail from my coordinator, Kyle Cravens, was the absolutely most exciting that had ever happened to me since moving to Kentucky six years prior. Not knowing what I was stepping into but knowing that’s where God had called me was exciting, nerve wrecking and humbling.

I remember going to camp as a seventh grade boy in 1997 and upon meeting my bible study leader and the other staff members that one day I was going to be a FUGE staffer. I felt it in my bones, my heart, every part of me wanted to be a member of this cool team. The love and attention the staff showed to me and other students blew my mind. I was a shy, chubby thirteen year old kid. They didn’t know my story, they didn’t care what labels I had been given by others or the ones I had given myself. They showed the love that all Christ followers should show. It amazed me. I had to be a part of a staff like that.

Fast forward to May 2008 where I got on a plane and flew to Panama City Beach only having met four people on our staff. Twenty five people together to serve all the students and adults that would pass through the location. I still laugh at some of the crazy things we did. All the fun and places we went. I’ll never forget leaving after that first summer. I knew that it was exactly what I knew it would be; an awesome summer serving alongside; and life long friends that I still interact with. I have memories that will last a lifetime from that first summer on. With that first summer I was able to move closer to camp friends and work beside one of our girls for several years as a pharmacy technician. With that brought new life experiences and such.

Working camp was no longer a dream and aspiration and it became a dream come true and I knew that I had to continue to work as long as i could! Having being able to work the years I have has been such a blessing. I’ve been blessed to have jobs that have worked with me to allow me to be off for the summer. Normally when an employee asks off for two months most of the time employers probably aren’t going to allow just anyone to do it, but I thank God every for being blessed with these jobs. Over ten years camp was first and my “real life” job was second. That sounds crazy but it’s so true. Planning my year around camp became a yearly thing. While I loved camp and my jobs it was always hard to ask for that time and ask for my employer to give me the opportunity to work. It’s been awesome!

Camp 2009 in Mississippi College brought me new challenges because I then was placed on a staff, again, where I knew no one. That’s OK though because I made great friends yet again that I keep in contact with and it’s so great. Who knew that that summer would challenge me in many ways. Leading sixth through eighth grade students in bible study, recreation and tracks was a lot different than I expected but it was so great to see God work in my students’ hearts. Our director was such a great example of a true servant leader in how she led our team. People on our staff brought so many laughs, tears and lifelong friendships. The worst part of that summer…. Bleach blond mohawk….. I’ll still never forget a student asking me if my hair color was natural in which I returned with “yes”. Also this summer brought my infamous look that got dubbed the “jkelley look”. If you get this look; you know…. One of my favorite memories from this summer was telling my students that “I know the grass is wet. I prayed this morning that God would allow the ground to be wet. If you tell the grass is wet I will make you lay on the ground and roll from one end of the rec field to the other.” You better believe one boy tested me… and I made him roll.

Little did I know that leading recreation in 2009 would lead to my love of recreation and later fueling my passion for leading as a recreation director. More on that later. This summer also brought my favorite scripture verse that I challenge people with all the time: James 1:22-25. This has become my life verse. So beautiful, so meaningful.

Getting placed at The University of the Cumberlands as an MFUGE track leader for 2010 was not my expectation. I had never seen MFUGE, I’d only heard stories. So “here goes nothing” was my attitude. This summer also brought fun because I was hired as a track leader AND actor. This meant double duty for Jason. I love being on stage and at camp it was so much fun. My acting partner Jessica to this day is one of my favorite people EVER. We saw each other recently and still laughed about some of the crazy shenanigans and those scripts… oh the scripts. We made it work and boy did we have fun with it. As a track leader/bible study I was definitely not prepared for bible study. I spent too much time working on my bible study room and preparing for life on the stage. However through this summer I met some awesome students and adults. I still see posts and see stories about that awesome things that happened that summer and even in their lives today. One of the coolest things from that summer was a simple prayer I had all summer. After moving in 2008 I was not plugged into a church and just couldn’t seem to find the right one and I had been praying all summer long that God would allow me to find the right place. Little did I know that through camp I would host a church from the town I lived in and was able to go home and become a member of that church community!! God works in awesome ways. Let alone I walked away with some awesome friends and great memories I also found a church!! How cool is that?!

What can I say about summer 2011? I can sum in it up in two phrases “Fire Tires’ and “Where my cell phone at?”. Both of these phrases were uttered by my awesome, awesome roommate from that summer. Daniel has been one of my favorite summer roommates since working camp. His heart for people and his love of camp was beyond anyone else’s. He was amazing. Another person I met this summer, who even just now I was texting, is my best friend Garrison. Garrison is one of those ‘once in a lifetime’ friends I would never have expected to meet and befriend. In 2010 I wasn’t as close to my staff for various reasons so I challenged myself to get to know everyone on my staff and how I could pray for each of them as the summer went on. My goal was to spend just five minutes during training week with each person to hear their stories and their hearts. With Garrison a five minute conversation turned into a two and a half hour conversation!! Two and a half hours?! Are you kidding me? Not at all…. I still look back on this conversation and thank the Lord for his friendship and him being so open with a guy he had met just a few days prior. He continues to be the best friend I’ve ever had come out of camp.

That summer was cool too because I got to lead both MFUGE and Centrifuge! I special teamed (worked a week) at the Cumberlands and got my site from the year before… so cool. I got to lead eleventh and twelfth grade bible study when I had Centrifuge and that was amazing. I got to share my testimony with students and got to see my groups grow close. Very close. One week even formed their own facebook group which was really cool to see. Other than all the awesome things that happened that summer and the funny memories that happened my main highlight from that summer and reaffirming my call to apply for rec director.

I had this amazing student. She was different, she was special, she had down syndrome. While I wasn’t sure how this week was going to play out. I was nervous and a little scared. Thankfully for her mom who kept in contact with me and communicated with me about her and checking in with me daily was reassuring and really helped make this week extra special. Watching my bible study group lift this student over the beam (one of our rec initiatives) brought tears to mine and everyone in my group’s eyes. Y'all I cannot even explain the God moment that came out of that; but it was real and it was unbelievable. I tell this story all the time because it was the best example I’ve seen of the church coming together.

This led to a much bigger love for recreation than I ever thought possible. In 2012 I was placed back at the University of the Cumberlands for another summer of M-Fuge; although I was originally placed at PCB again for another summer there, it changed about 2 months before camp. I wasn’t the happiest about this but I got to work with several people I had worked with before so it made the summer worth it. As much as I had a heart for M-Fuge and the location I was itching to get back to my “roots” and go back to Centrifuge.

Thankfully in 2013 I got my shot to be a Rec Director!! I couldn’t believe it! I was so excited to be able to share my love of recreation and how seeing my student with special needs be lifted onto the beam and off by my awesome bible study group two years prior. That is what fueled my love for this part of camp. Once my summer was over…. Three weeks at Southwest Baptist University; I got to special team once again at North Greenville University for two weeks and get to grow and know that staff that was three times bigger than mine had been for the first part of the summer. That was an amazing experience that I loved. It was great to serve at a location I had been to as a student.

In 2014 I got the ultimate opportunity to go back to my roots where I first experienced camp, Glorieta, New Mexico!! How crazy it felt to be able to go back to where I fell in love with camp and experienced a love from Christ followers that I never had before!! I can not tell you how excited I was and nervous because I was leading a huge staff in recreation as well as having anywhere between 500 and 1000 students just on our side of camp (C-fuge & X-Fuge). I was definitely nervous but excited to be a part of this location.

I think that up to this point this was my hardest summer because the location had changed ownership and they changed so many things. It felt like they didn’t want FUGE there; and probably didn’t. The site contacts were hard to work with, rude and really just acted like we were a burden to them. Even through all of that we had an amazing staff that loved each other and loved on students and adults alike. I cherish many of the friends that I made that summer. My prayer partner and I still communicate; along with several others. I’m telling you God knows what He’s doing when he puts these teams together. I’m so grateful for the summer and all that I learned and how God and business can work together or can clash like an epic battle.

Fast forward to the next summer where I was once again placed at Mississippi College. In 2015 I experienced a different side of camp. I had an amazing staff and I loved the location but I struggled to make connections with our site contacts. A lot of the time we were pushing back with things because the location was very specific and very OCD with their facilities. I understand that though because it is a very nice school and they like to take care of their properties and such but goodness gracious lighten up sometimes. All of my favorite things about MC were there and all the things I didn’t like were there as well but I learned so much about my FUGE career and how hard I needed to work to keep camp as fun and exciting as it was my first summer and prayed daily for God to change students’ lives and the lives of my staff and me. God definitely came through. It was another summer that seemed hard in the moment but in hindsight it was another amazing summer.

At some point you have to tell yourself that you’ve got to move on and grow up but it’s hard to walk away from something you love as much as I love camp. For several years I had told people I would be done after this summer or that summer. Honestly it is hard to say goodbye when you’ve invested so many years in something. I decided I wanted to hit a benchmark in my FUGE career. I mean come on, I had worked 8 years already that’s more than most; so what’s wrong with another one or two?! Most people do like 1-3 summers and call it. Even my sister worked 7 years of camp. It’s hard to say goodbye.

May 2016 I drove to Liberty University in Lynchburg, Virginia for the inaugural year for this location. Yet again I was placed on a staff with some returnees and then a BUNCH of first year staff. This summer was crazy for all kinds of reasons. Not only did the staff move housing 5 times throughout the summer we also had to move bible study rooms and our worship area location several times. It was wild. Throughout all the madness that was that summer we had some amazing guys and gals on this staff that I got to hang out with and get to know. Heck on our week off we got to go to Washington, D.C. on the fourth of July!!! We even went to the beach that same week. It was so much fun! God blessed me with some awesome connections that summer. Even then I knew my FUGE time was coming to an end, but not yet. I believed I had one more year in me.

So I thought. Picture it; Union University May through July 2017. What a summer. I was not prepared for what happened. While I was excited to be on this staff for my TENTH summer and serving at a location I had never seen it was tough. I could go into so many details about the things that happened that broke me mentally and emotionally but I”m going to take the high road because I don’t want to bash anyone or shame anyone. I also had some downfalls too so I am no better than anyone else on that team. We had a lot of younger staff, people who had never seen FUGE and some that had seen it for years but were not ready for the summer. I learned a lot about myself this past summer. One of the things was that I should’ve pulled the plug on my FUGE career after 2016. As much as I love camp this was a trying summer for me. I never knew working camp could be this hard. That is hard to say for someone who has worked camp as much as I have.

Through all theses ten years that I worked I would not take back a single moment. In the ten summers I worked with so many people. I don’t even think I could put a number one it. I’ve met some amazing men and women of God who; even today, challenge me to be a better man and I am forever grateful for each summer. For every paycheck, for every staff gift and for every student that I made an impact on and the people who impacted me. God used me and other people to show students that loving God is not some tired old cliche but it’s exciting, it’s an adventure, its not a one time decision but a life. In ten summers I went from being a 24 year old chubby guy to a 33 year old man who learned the value of fitness (which is one of the reasons I got into fitness because of my first summer of being a Rec Director). I cannot even begin to thank each person for the impact they had on my life but if they read this I hope they know how much I appreciate all that I learned, the respect and love I have for them.

While I decided to hang up my whistle after 2017 camp is forever ingrained in my life. There’s not a day that goes by that I’m not rocking some type of FUGE gear or I have something with me that is camp related. The impact camp had on my life is literally eternal. I spent 20-21 months over the last ten years getting to pour into something that I fell in love with 21 years ago as a shy chubby seventh grader. Who knows what type of impact I’ve had on others; not boasting just saying. I guess I’ll never know this side of heaven the lives that I got to be a part of that have moved on and worked camp, who have become Christ followers or even walked away from mental, physical, emotional spiritual harm. I know that through all these things it was not me but the Lord.

If you’ve ever been a part of FUGE you know how much it’s been a part of who you are. If you are reading this and you are working camp for the first time or returning to work camp know that God is going to use you in many ways. He will bend you and stretch you and challenge you. Even on the hard days don’t give up. He has great plans for you and you never know the impact you may have on a student who may decide that following Christ is better than committing suicide or cutting or using their body for attention from people. That sounds crazy but these stories exist and happen at camp. Pray that God uses you as a vessel to pour into and out of and not a sponge that just soaks him up and doesn’t share the gospel. Know that even if you don’t see it; God is working in their lives. He’s even doing things in you. I could go on but I want you to know that I am praying for the summer of 2018 as FUGE turns 40!!!!

It’s weird to know that I am not going to camp, that I’m not leading a group of college students through how to lead recreation or a group of students through bible study or recreation or even taking a track group out to build a porch or mow a lawn or even play with some kids at a park in the middle of nowhere, but I know that ministry is happening and God is going to continue to do great things through this awesome ministry I got to be a part of even if for a “short” time.

Because of FUGE i am the man I am today and I’m forever grateful for that.

God bless.







Friday, December 29, 2017

17 things in 2017

It’s almost 2018 so I thought that I would spend a few minutes making a list of things I've learned in 2017. I’ve narrowed it down to these seventeen things so enjoy :)

  1. I’m incredibly sarcastic, hence most of this list. For years I’ve used sarcasm to the point where people never know if I’m actually being funny or I’m just another jerk. I prefer the former.
  2. I talk about myself a lot, again hence the list. It’s not that I’m full of myself it’s just people ask me questions and actually want to know me more.. So if you don’t want to hear me talk about myself don’t ask personal questions.
  3. My fashion sense (also see #1) is better than others and people are jealous. Because why else would someone “complain” in an evaluation of my job performance about me talking about my clothes.Yes this happened… I still don’t know how that has to do with my job performance but whatever
  4. I love to entertain. I’ve known this for years but really this year I’ve realized how much I miss entertaining people whether that’s just singing while working or on a stage or some of the jokes that make people laugh and make me think I should be a stand up comedian
  5. You reach a certain age that eventually the things that once were fun and exciting now become a struggle or a burden to do; not in physical activities, but in fun jobs and stuff like that. I have loved my summers working camp and grateful for every one of them, but after 10 years I see how much it has changed and how much I’ve changed since my first summer
  6. I’ve gotten to an age where TV shows or music references go far above people under the age of 25 heads. You can make a reference to Family Matters or even FRIENDS and they just look at you. You start singing a song from early *NSYNC or Smashmouth and they think you’re making it up.
  7. No matter how old I get I’ll still be “that guy”. This can mean many things. I’ll just let you fill in the blank.
  8. The older I get the more i love certain holidays, not for the materialistic side but for the enjoyment of being with friends and family.
  9. My friends mean more to me sometimes than I mean to them. I cherish certain relationships more than others…. Hence why I have favorites at jobs or in social circles, but just because you’re not a “favorite” doesn’t mean you don’t matter
  10. Dad jokes and puns have become my favorite thing. The cheesier the better!!
  11. This year has had a lot of financial ups and downs. So i’ve learned the power of the budget
  12. I LOVE to cook. Not just for myself but other people too. Experimenting with different recipes and ideas that sound amazing
  13. No matter how hard I try to avoid it a “Cheat meal” turns into a cheat day and then a cheat weekend on my diet, I’m working on that in 2018 as well.
  14. Since I’ve spent the last year and a half in the same apartment I’ve realized how much I love to have people over and enjoy the company of others. So if you ever need a place to hang out let me know!!
  15. I get behind on a lot of things including keeping up with long distance friends. I’m sorry i still love you!!
  16. For years I tried to pretend that I wasn’t materialistic and loved to buy things but honestly I”ve learned to life the minimalist lifestyle. You don’t have to have all the things to have everything
  17. Thought out 2017 I’ve learned so much about myself and my limits in different ways. I’ve learned what I can handle, what I can’t and my reliance on God has grown and I”ve learned to look to Him for the strength and encouragement that sometimes others don’t give. I don’t always see it but God’s provision has been so apparent in this year that sometimes I’ve overlooked until after it has passed.

I’m sure there is more that I”ve learned. Some of it I don’t mind sharing, other things are a little person (surprising since I love to talk about myself). This year has been a roller coaster. Ups and Downs and the loops that come it. After this year I’m ready for 2018 and all the adventures that await in the coming months!!

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Just Go.

When people ask me how my first international mission trip went I can’t really describe it. Not in a bad way but in a way that expresses how great it really was. I am; however, going to try my best to type/paint a picture of how awesome this trip was.

If you’ve been under a rock or haven’t kept up with me on social media you may not know, but in March I got to go on my first international mission trip to Sosua, Dominican Republic with a few friends from camp. Never in a million years would I have ever seen myself going overseas to do any type of missions; travel for fun, sure, but never missions. Over the last year, though, God really put a burden on my heart of this. As Christians we are called to be missionaries. In our homes, schools, jobs, cities, states; and yes, outside of America. The thought of going out of the country to bring the gospel to people who may have never heard Jesus’ name kinda scared me. I have had so many friends and family that had either been missionaries or had done mission trips I could no longer ignore the little flicker that God had started in my heart.

So the first week of March this year, after many months of fundraising and praying for God to bless this trip He’d called me on, I got on a plane and flew out of the country for the first time in my life. To say I was nervous isn’t really true. I wasn’t nervous at all about leaving the country. I was really excited about it. Sure having been warned about things that could happen or go wrong while we were there and after did make me a little nervous. I could get Zika virus or could get injured. I could lose my passport or have issues getting back in the country for some reason or another. I was really excited to meet the missionaries that worked day in and day out with the people we would be working with and for. These missionaries were literally from all around the world; Mexico, the United States, Dominican Republic and even Holland!! That’s crazy to see God use people from all over to share in this ministry. Of course I could have never gone without the support of my friends, family, coworkers and my church.

“Jason, what did you do while you were there?”
“Did you have a good time?”
“What was your favorite part?”

So many different questions have been asked and I really don’t know where to start. So I might as well dive in….

I’ll start with what we did. Over the week we had the opportunity to go to the garbage dump and provide food; including bananas, soup, coffee(yea I know right?!) and peanut butter sandwiches, and cold fresh/clean water to people that were either there scavenging for clothes or food for their families or they were living there because they had nowhere else to live. There were different ages of people from kids to older adults. Yes it was hard to see for sure, but a recurring theme I saw and I hope to share is even though these people had little to nothing they were smiling. There were different races here as well. It was not just Dominican people there were also Haitians that had immigrated to the DR in hopes to make a better life for themselves and their families.

We also got a chance to tour the different villages and communities the missionaries worked with; stopping to pray with different individuals and families. These communities have houses that were built by a partner ministry that wanted to help provide housing for those living in rough conditions or didn’t have a home at all. Each little home had a living room and kitchen area as well as a bathroom and bedroom(s). All of them looked the same but awesome little houses that were bigger than my one bedroom apartment. I would definitely be grateful for the space if it was given to me as well. With each area we got to meet some families and kids that had different stories to tell. One family had a father who had an infection that couldn’t be cared for so he couldn’t work. One family that father had had a leg amputated from illness. Many families it was just a mother and children, maybe a sibling or two living with them. I can’t imagine living in this way, but again these people were smiling and living life as they could. Most people in Sosua don’t have vehicles or transportation means to get to a from a job so they may walk or ride a motorcycle taxi which were pricey for what they were. Money was definitely scarce. Many of the homes didn’t have running water or electricity but some did. That was crazy to me. I’ve always had basic utilities where I lived and it’s hard to imagine life without running water, but they do it and live like that every day.

We also got the opportunity to participate in an English class with high school age teens that were learning basic English. They would learn to read and speak English, ask questions and even learn scripture in English, that they would be tested on later in the week. These students were learning from a Hispanic woman named Genesis. She is awesome! She has such a passion for these students to learn English. She’s just one of the missionaries that love on these people. While her English isn’t “perfect” it was still evident that she herself was a student of the language and wanted to learn more and more English as she taught these students.

One evening we split and the guys went to “boys life” and our female went to the girl’s ministry. Each of these groups did different things. With the guys it was sports. Lots of basketball. LOTS of basketball! After the basketball drills we walked with the boys to a place where Daniel, our missionary; taught them scripture out of Psalm 15. I could tell just from how he spoke his passion for these boys to have an experience with the Lord. After he finished talking they all sang “How Great is Our God” in Spanish. Yall, that was definitely an experience that is unforgettable. It was priceless to see these teenage boys singing praises to God in spanish…. Just beautiful.

The stand out of this trip was something that made me nervous before, during and after we did it. While many people could easily see why I would be nervous I don’t think that I can fully explain how awesome God is through this. On our final night in Sosua we had the opportunity to go into downtown and meet/pray with young women who have resorted to the streets to make money for themselves and their families. Prostitution is very prominent in this area. Human trafficking runs rampant in Sosua and other places; sadly the Domincan is the 4th highest human trafficking country in the world. That’s really scary when you think about it. There we were in the middle of it. The area is a big tourist area; used to be more for families, but now has become a hotspot for older generations that this is including single men who will come to the area just for the prostitution.

Of course no mission trip is not complete without an opportunity to be a tourist. On our last full day in the Dominican we were able to go out and snorkel! It was fun, and a lot harder than I would’ve thought. I’m not a fan of wearing flippers to help me swim. They hurt my ankles; but I digress. There’s not a lot to write about that. Before and after our snorkeling adventures we spent some time walking around the little touristy shops with all the touristy, tacky knick knacks that everyone must purchase before they leave the country! I managed to walk away with a bracelet for a friend and then two coffee mugs. I have enough useless stuff at home, the last thing I need was more. It’s always nice to have the memories so I opted to keep the extra pesos I had and I also ordered a Dominican flag to hang up at home. It’s my reminder to pray for the people of Sosua and the missionaries that are on the ground working with these people!

If I could sum my trip up in one sentence; which is hard for me to do, I would simply say this:

“Never question God’s calling, just go”

I had a good time that’s for sure. Got to experience a culture I’m not used to. Having grown up in the United States and always hearing about missions and actually going is two different things. Before this trip I had no interest in going out of the country cause honestly there’s hurts and needs here as much as there is in other countries. Going out of the country and seeing it first hand really allows you to better understand your call as a Christ follower. Love God; love people. It sounds simple when you go overseas and it seems almost impossible when you’re at home in your town and state. There is a call for you to be a missionary, be a missionary where you are. There are so many people in your community that don’t know who Jesus is. That’s hard to comprehend when you live in the Bible Belt, but you’d be surprised.
There’s a need all over the world; including your backyard. So don’t wait get out, and share your faith!! The worst thing can happen is someone says NO. I’ve been reading The Explicit Gospel by Matt Chandler and in the book he says this “People are going to respond to the gospel every time is is presented. They’re going to respond in belief, or their heart is going to become more and more hardened toward God. But no heart can ever be too hard for God. Some hearts will grower harder and harder each day until God’s mercy blows them up like dynamite” (pg 84).

That really struck me and changed my attitude about sharing the gospel. Wherever I am and whoever I’m around I must represent Christ, share His love, show His gospel to any and everyone! They may not respond in a way that we would hope, but they will respond one way or the other. By going overseas or staying in your hometown your mission field is where you are! Don’t let stop you from sharing Christ to those around you!

My trip was just the beginning. It changed my views and my heart for missions in so many different ways. Because of this trip I am seeing God work in crazy ways in my own life and how my future looks. He’s placed in my life ideas and visions of my campaign to raise money through different mediums and I can’t wait to share more as I do more research and how this is going to look in the future.