Zona Yuth

Okay, I have exactly 5 minutes to write post.

It's day three of Zona Yuth Kamp and everything is pretty much "off the hook"- whatever that means. I'm teaching one of the seventh grade small groups, which is very cool, and am also helping out with the mission track, which takes students into downtown San Diego to do some hands on,down and dirty ministry. Today these youth from Southern Baptist churches across the state of Arizona are helping the Sierra Club do "Urban Canyon Renewal". Pretty cool stuff.

Anyway, I'll write more later, probably once I'm home.

Roadtrip!!

Roadtrip!!

Haircut: The Outcome

To those of who were worried that my beautiful locks of hair would be subject to poor styling, you can rest assured that there is a merciful and loving God who answers prayer. The haircut I recieved at Wal-Mart (from a most young and charming stylist I might add)was far more than adequate, and actually met the same standard that I have come to expect from my past stylists (notably Jen Maurer, Chris Sellars, and Kristina Pelhank.)

I'm sure it comes as quite a relief to my readers that "Boyce's Best Hair" is still intact, and yes John, I'm still counting on it to bring me true love.

Haircut

Well, I'm getting my haircut... not a lot mind you...more or less like last time. The only problem is that last time I checked Chris Sellars isn't in Arizona, and I'm pretty nervous about going to an actual barbershop. *gulp* I'll let you know how it turns out.

Zona Yuth Kamp is coming up really soon, with each approaching day exponentially increasing in anticipation. I love teaching the Bible, and if I'm going to be teaching the Bible anyway, heck, it might as well be to 7th graders. The fact that this camp, sponsored by the Arizona Southern Baptist Convention, is held at the campus of Point Loma Nazerine University in beautiful San Diego, right on the ocean... well that's just a perk.

Well, I'm glad I'm someone's hero

I actually do have a pair of tights and a cape (long story). Maybe I should pull them out and start saving the day.

Also, in a shocking boost of internet popularity, I also was recently mentioned in Toto's Blog... though none of it, of course, is true (okay, maybe some of it).

I saw "The Devil Wears Prada" last night with my friends Tad Klein and Darrick Dowdy. In the middle of the movie Darrick proclaimed in a very loud voice "This is the worst movie I've ever seen!" and the entire theater erupted into laughter (probably because they agreed with him). There were redeeming moments however, such as my favorite Azure Ray song "Sleep" appearing in the soundtrack.

The Lion's Mouth is now up at purevolume!

Fireworks

I love fireworks. Luckily for me, my town happens to have an amazing Fourth of July celebration (which was ironically held on the first of July). Now it may not be Thunder Over Louisville, but it is none the less an epic display of neon color and combustion, with a finale so explosive that it made my eyes hurt just watching it.

But what made this weekend especially special was the pre-fireworks concert at Kopi-O, which featured some of the very best amateur Indie/Folk/Christian musical artists from across the state- including Tad Klien, Amber Hunter, Graham Karl, and myself. Amber sang Peter's part on "Sparrows" and "The Lion's Mouth" and it sounded fantastic. I only wish Peter could have come down from Idaho and sang a duet.

I have a sin to confess. I am one hundred percent jealous of everyone, including my brother, who has had the oppurtunity to go on a prolonged trip, intern at a church, be a staffer at a youth camp, et cetera.

Now I realize that all Christians are called to be missional in all circumstances, and in fact the bi-vocational and "tent-maker" ministry models are perhaps the most biblical, but quite frankly it's hard to remember to be missional when working a 40-50 hour work schedule.

Despite my gross incompentence, and my dozens of missed opurtunities, there have been a few successes.

Recently, I had the misfortune of being forced to work a Sunday. However since my legalistic nature demanded that I would attempt to try to feel better about missing church, I brought my Bible (which I am in the habit of doing anyway) to read when business was slow. One patron, upon spotting my opened Bible on a table, mentioned that he used to be very active in a good, Bible believing church, but recently had allowed his attendence to diminished. From no cause of my own doing, he left resolved to return to church and once again pursue his relationship with God.

Previously, at my other job, I had a pleasant conversation with my co-worker Alex, who is the foster son of the owners. He mentioned that he hated going to church (his foster family is Mormon) and was very upset that he had to have his long hair chopped off. I mentioned that the Bible endorses no particular hair stlye (as I, myself, have recieved persecution for my slightly longer than average locks) and off-handily mentioned that Samson, a judge of Israel, had very long hair. Alex responded by saying "I'm sorry, I don't konw who that is." I proceeded to paraphrase the entire story of Samson- right down to the grusome end.