OK. I realize that it's August 3rd, and I have already blogged as much in August as I did in July. Yes. I'm aware of this. And I also am aware that there are only 4 of you even coming back to to see my poor, pitiful blog. I guess I am sensing myself coming out of my blog hiatus. I went from recording (January-February) to depression (March-April) to family end-of-school/summer break/family vacation (May-June) to work-like-a-mad-man (July). And it looks like I will be working like a mad man in August, too. But for some reason, with the kids getting ready to head back to school, and with most of my writing and recording responsibilities finished for a few weeks, I am finding space in my head to be able to think clearly and post a few things. I apologize for the here today - gone tomorrow-ness of my blogging. You are a forgiving family. Thank you.
The first week of our Jesus Saves Live tour was a blast. We had three fun nights of worship in West Monroe, LA, Houston and Dallas. Thanks to all the folks who joined us...and to all the great people at all three churches who fed us, drove us around, prayed with us, played basketball with us, and allowed us to journey with you for a day. We are thankful.
Jesus Saves Live is up and running again this weekend. Here is the schedule:
Friday night, August 7 - Garden City Beach, SC - Garden City Chapel (Murrell's Inlet / Myrtle Beach area)
Saturday night, August 8 - Douglasville, GA - Central Baptist Church (Atlanta area)
Sunday night, August 9 - Huntsville, AL - Jackson Way Baptist Church
We are looking forward to all three nights. Come join us if you can. You can find more information on my website.
I am excited to be in the Myrtle Beach area. My family vacationed there every single summer for the first 18 years of my life, and I haven't been back since. I know it's changed so much. But I just want to drive down the strand and take in the sites...see the old motels we used to stay in, and the old ice cream shops where we would get dip cones every year. I remember as a kid I would pour over the motel brochures that my dad would get in the mail. And I would rank every one of them according to pool size, and whether or not they had an indoor pool. I still remember the names of my favorites...Captain's Quarters, Ocean Reef, Tropical Winds, Sea Crest.
I know. My mind is a wonder. A thinking, intellectual wonder. What with all the impressive information constantly flowing out of me. Like Phil Collins chord progressions and names of motels on the Myrtle Beach strand in 1982.
If you are planning on coming to worship with us this weekend, give us a shout in the comments. See you then.