I left my house at 7:30 this morning. I-85 was a disaster. I mean, a real mess. Made it to the church at 8:45. I had been hoping for something like 8:10. And I realized somewhere on I-285 that I had forgotten my laptop and other VBS gear.
Thanks to a great save by Lisa (loving wife) and Patrick (youth director), I was able to produce powerpoint slides for the assembly. And let's be honest...the DVD segment couldn't have been that good anyway (in fact, I'm considering leaving it out entirely for the duration of the week).
Needless to say, I was a frazzled mess for the morning. But as the kids came in and I started teaching them the music, all that melted away. It was us (the band) and them (the kids) singing about God, love, and gratitude. My singular aim: show them the love of God using music as a tool. That's when it hit me. I'm in Decatur instead of Chicago. I'm with young kids at the church instead of at assisted living places or nursing homes or children's hospitals. But my purpose has not changed from last week to this.
As we kick off another year of Vacation Bible School at DFUMC, I look forward to another week of inspirational exhaustion.