See this pile of stuff behind these two ladies. It represents a family's entire life. Years and years of purchases and gifts and payment plans and memories. When we were talking about our experience in New Orleans, one of the kids said: "It all goes to the curb." Even that special stuff that we justify having and even worshipping still ends up in a pile of rubble. I once had a friend who told me he just wanted to be homeless. I'm starting to understand that more and more. I hate being so motivated by stuff. When will I be able to buy a new car, or buy a house, or get DVR. These things just seem so worthless now.

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I'm feeling more and more loved here as the layers of Sue continue to be exposed. On our trip, while we were waiting for the youth minister, one of our dads told all of the kids and adults to look at me and I'd tell them a story. So, there I was, 60 people staring at me and wanting an entertaining story. In these circumstances there is only one story that is appropriate. Ahh yes, the time I peed in my pants when I was in college. I still have a job after telling that story, this church must be a place full of love. The people here are also discovering the fact that I do not have an inside voice. I think they're surprised that one person can be so loud all the time. In the back of my mind I keep thinking, they ain't seen nothing yet.

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Camp is quickly approaching. Just two more weeks. I love camp. If I could pick a dream life, I'd live at camp all year around. I would have to do something about the shower situation though. There's nothing nastier than needing to wear shoes to protect yourself from fungus when you're just trying to get clean.

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Please pray for my dear friend Albert Hall. We interned together at Broadway in 2003. I read a message on MySpace that he and his wife lost their baby girl who was due in just a week or so. I don't know any details. What a tragedy.