I've had this song in my head for a couple of weeks now. I'm not sure where I'm hearing it, but I catch myself singing it all the time.
"Downtown, things'll be great when you're
Downtown, no finer place for sure,
Downtown, everything's waiting for you!"
Well, my make up comp is in the morning at 9:45. I saw one of my professors today and he asked me if I needed a wake up call. Funny. I've got the cookies in the oven right now to give them as an "I'm sorry I missed my first comp, please accept this bribe" gift.
It's job time. I've been sending out resumes for ministry jobs and I've gotten a couple of bites. I've heard from two churches letting me know that they'll be calling me, and I have a phone interview with a branch of the Salvation Army in Oregon on Friday. They are hiring a youth pastor. I don't really know what that job would look like, but I'm definitely intrigued.
You'll be happy to know that the blog you are reading right now has reached new levels of fame. My post from April 7 was quoted from the pulpit of an Abilene church on Sunday morning during the communion thoughts. The word crap was replaced with the words "expletive deleted," which I'm told led many people to think of the f word. I'm glad my words could lead people to such a holy place. I just want to be a blessing.