We just played at Leadvale Baptist Church in White Pine. And there are a few more concerts that are going to be at churches. I think that it's going to be sort of subjective as to whether we publicize the concerts at churches, since those are sort of private. But I'm sure no pastor would object to someone coming to have fellowship and learn about the Scriptures. Anyways, I'll tell you about the past few hours of concert and fun. We went to the basement of Burnette dorm to go over what to practice, and Father bless Elissa for praying about what to play. I don't really think that God had a beef about the whole thing, but I could be wrong. I guess it's stupid of me to think that God would not care about what I'm doing if He cares about me. Well, I guess you didn't log on here to hear about my self-doubt and faithlessness, so I'll get on with the story. It began to rain furiously while we were practicing. So Brenda and Kat ran through the rain to get Brenda's car, and I ran through the rain to get Kat's stuff out of our car. We loaded Brenda's car in the monsoon and then drove me to Alumni to change clothes. I also picked up the raincoats there (God was watching out for us, Kat and I just brought those up here today). So we made it to the church just before the service started. There were some other people that sang. They all did a phenomenal job and it was mostly old-time hymns and old southern gospel folk songs. We played There's a Stirring and Nail Me Up, which ended up being really funny. We start the song with the first verse of Battle Hymn of the Republic a capella. And by the time we got to the guitar part, we were a half-step sharp. We knew it too, what's more, but we just had to go with it. It was funny though, and it was only bad for a second.
After the service, we went to Sonic and then to Kat's and watched The Emperor's New Groove, which is probably my favorite animated movie. But Elissa and Brenda hadn't seen it, so (despite the fact that Kat's really tired of it) we watched it. I'll let Elissa tell you about the incident with her eye if she feels led to do so. But, like I said, God's beginning to bust this whole thing wide open. I need to devote myself to prayer and study. I love you! May the God of Abraham be your Rock.
Posted by A. Whipple at 11:13 PM
I'm going to share something with you that is quite personal. I have been, for the past few weeks, dealing with the Power of God being in me, and what all that means. For a while now, I've made an issue out of being "in control" of the Power of God. I thought that it was up to me to decide to use it. This is a stupid idea, since, even if I want to use it all the time and use it for good, it is not mine to control. I am the Lord's to control. Make no mistake, I'm not talking about actually moving mountains (since that is not the Lord's will in my life at this time), but in a sense, that is what I'm talking about, metaphorically speaking. It truly impacts people when you overflow with the Power of God in the Spirit, and that's an impact I want to have. But, I began to lose sight of the fact that, it's not my job to create those situations and generate that impact. My job is only to love. This is how God brought me back to this understanding.
I was going to go to bed early on Friday night. So I got in bed at 10-10:15-ish and got to sleep about 10:30. (That's early for a college student.) I had battled with my conscience about faith over passing a test which I needed to pass at the beginning of this semester. I was trying desperately to let go of my lack of faith. Finally drawing the battle to a temporary lull, I went to sleep. God spoke to me through a dream. I was riding in the back of a van. It was dark and no one else was in the van. It was just barely light enough for me to see the dark road ahead and that nobody was driving the van. I could not reach the steering wheel, for a spirit which I could not see was preventing me from doing so. The van did not go off the road, but careened dangerously toward the edge of the road. It was at that point that I awoke and had to take a minute to catch my breath. (You ever have one of those dreams where you hold your breath, and then wake up suddenly and have to remember to breath? This was one of those.) God would not let me go back to sleep. He told me to get up and read, so after some deliberation (ever argue with God? I tend to lose when I do), I got up and read. He showed me Acts chapter 8 where Phillip witnesses to the Ethiopian eunuch on the road to Gaza. The Spirit leads Phillip to a wagon (or something) that the Ethiopian man is riding in. So Phillip goes up to the wagon and stays with it. From that point on, it is up to Phillip to love the man enough to share the Gospel with him and to baptize him. After Phillip has finished this work, the Spirit immediately transports him to another town that is about 25 miles away, where he continues preaching.
If it were me, I'd be like "Whoa! Let's do that again!" And that's my failure. I get so stuck on the Power of God through the Spirit, that I forget to love. And, as you know, Jesus laid down His Power because of His Love for us. So, God's message to me in all this: the love is your sole purpose and fulfillment. The power is His area, not mine, to worry about.
Anyways, I hope that you're not weirded out by this whole thing. I mentioned it to let you in. I want you to see that I'm not perfect, and that I have nothing which you do not or cannot have. My occupation is love, and most of the time, despite the fact that I fail at it, I am loved by the One who sets the sun ablaze. I love you all, be it poor and unfulfilling, I love you! Thanks for listening.
Posted by A. Whipple at 1:57 AM
It's been a while since anyone's posted. And I ask your forgiveness for that, we've all been pretty busy, but I'm going to do my best to give you guys an idea of something very significant that we've been shown recently. God led me through studying the passage about the armor of God very closely, and I shared what He showed me with Kat, Elissa, Brenda, and Andy. I'll share that with you later. But suffice it to say, along with that, and through that, He showed us the true nature of the Body of Christ.
I don't know how many of you have ever met someone like I'm about to tell you about, and I can't explain it fully unless you understand, but I will do my best. There are people on this earth who have the zeal of the Lord wrapped around them like a cloak (like in Isaiah 59:17). A cloak is something which keeps one warm, and if you see these people, you would know the warmth of which I am speaking. It is something which seems to flow from the whole being of the person. It is something which, ironically, can only seem to be grasped with the most intimate of the senses, taste. Like water, it cannot be grasped, but it envelopes you when you are in their presence. Your spirit can taste it, and it makes you crave more like nothing else in the world. He does not create anything that we can desire like we can desire Him. It is pure Joy and True Love and Peace rolled into one. If the few people I know who seem to pour forth this Joy constantly were lined up in front of me (mind, I could count them on one hand), I would be overcome with awe and peace, and I would want what they have more than anything. That is the body of Christ. Those with zeal for the Lord brought together. We preach and are preached to about others wanting what we have, but for them to want it, we must have it. If we, who call ourselves the children of God, were all to overflow with His presence in this manner, what a formidable force we would be in the presence of the enemies of the Kingdom! For who can stand against the power of God? Who can raise a hand to His holiness? Great and mighty is He who breathes the cosmos in motion!
That all said, it is not the music of Nothing Done that is our ministry, our service. Servanthood is a humbling experience, and to have to fight so hard against the devil to remain humble (at least, that's what I have to do) ought to signify in our minds that 'being in a band' is not a humbling experience when people like your music. But maybe I just have a problem with pride. Even still, how many times did Jesus (who overcame pride as with every other temptation) tell his disciples and those he healed "Tell no one what you have seen"? No, service is the washing of feet. Service is doing that which is unexpected and graceful simply because it is graceful. Service is doing with a heart which is thankful to God the jobs that others bicker to keep from doing. The Lord has shown us that we are a church, and that our servanthood is beginning. The music will not disappear, it is merely a wonderful bi-product of this church which the Father has created. The music is a thing which God used to bring us together, and which He continues to use to bind us together. With that I leave you and ask you to pray for us and even to join us in service. But know that if you join us, you must give yourself wholly, and hold onto nothing except the Father. Glory be to His most Holy and Mighty Name!
Posted by A. Whipple at 4:25 PM
I've come up with three new words. They are as follows:
Terrapule - 'terra' meaning 'earth' and 'pule' as a variation of 'pull'. Terrapule would be translated in modern correct english as vacation, or sabbatical. But since vacations with my family are never really fun affairs, I had to invent a word which meant a fun outing of an extended nature.
Knoblauch - simply put, a knoblauch is a giant pickle. It is broken down into 'knob', which is sort of the shape that I giant pickle might be compared to, and 'blauch', which represents the sound and face one might make when biting into a giant pickle. The word is regularly interchangeable with 'pickle' in various forms ('I ate a pickle', 'We're in a pickle here'), so long as the application calls for a more superlative form of pickle.
Kazepaste - the pictures that people draw one dusty car windows. Car window art. Rooted in the Japanese word 'Kaze' meaning 'wind' and 'paste' (pah-stay') which is traced to either paste (as in glue) or pastel, both of which are found in the visual arts.
Posted by A. Whipple at 3:54 PM
I'm learning the importance of meeting with God before I do anything at all. He is my rock and my shield, I can do nothing without Him and all things through Him. Praise be to the Lord Almighty!
Posted by A. Whipple at 11:14 AM
Put a couple new songs up. Enjoy!
Posted by A. Whipple at 3:54 AM
I really loved doing the concert at New City! I'm not completely myself right now, cause the devil took advantage of me letting down my guard afterwards, but that's a different story. Anyways, it was good to be able to just do a concert in front of friends and family. If there were a bunch of different people there, I think we would've felt obligated to impress someone, which was not and is not the goal that we seek. But the new version of Flower Box went really well. For those of you who heard it and didn't hear the old version, they're both really good. The old version is on guitar and the new one of course on piano. The old one had a sort of melancholy folk sound to it. The new one is a lot of jazz chords. It went amazingly well (especially given my limited piano skills). I think this concert was a lot better for us spiritually than it was for the audience connection. But they were mostly friends and family. And the ones who are closest could see that there was spiritual change.
I've discovered that I want to hang out with Bethany Bull more often. I think that she really has a whole lot to say that I need to hear. Bethany, if you read this, I mean that, I'm not just BS-ing. I really connected with Chris at this concert too. He's the sort of person with a servant's heart that I want to have. I can't really say much about the music, because if you're looking for an aesthetical pleasure, then it didn't really suit you tonight. But hopefully that will get better with time and practice. But this is more of a church than a band, and that became incredibly obvious to me tonight.
Anyways, I've got to go to bed, because I'm going to be up tomorrow to help folks move in. I love you guys! Thanks for supporting us! New pictures will be up hopefully within the next few days, so keep checking back. May the Grace of our Savior Jesus Christ be upon you wherever you go!
Posted by A. Whipple at 3:28 AM
Here's a little blurp to keep everyone informed, because, as promised, things are kind of disjunct right now. The concert is tomorrow night at New City Cafe at 8:30pm. Cover is $5. The pictures of both Florida trips are MIA, not developed, or the files are currently too big to be put on the site (frowns to Bravenet.com). I'll rectify the situation as soon as possible. Please continue to pray for us. Thank y'all so much for your support. See you tomorrow night! I love you all!
Posted by A. Whipple at 7:04 PM
This week, Katrina and I have been in Graceville, Florida with her parents. I've heard so many horror stories before about Graceville being such a small town and some of the problems that can cause. The Baptist College of Florida is also there, and that can add complications. But anyways, I was all prepared with my wise-man mentality going down there. And I was going to do my best to be kind to those who were 'beneath' me, since that is what a Christian would do *sarcasm drips from the page here*. So I went to church Wednesday night and began to look at the people in the youth group, because we were at the youth group meeting. I watched people to see who would look me in the eyes. It's really amazing, but the eyes truly are a window into the soul. If the soul is searching, you can see it there. If the soul is afraid, you can see it there. If someone's being fake, you can see it there. If someone is genuine, the same thing applies. So I was watching people's eyes. I was being kind, but in my heart, they were all still beneath me. God dealt with me this week and as I look back, most of the horror stories about the town amounted to a couple people who were fake with me. Most of what I saw was hearts that were searching or afraid or both. This evening the Lord showed me that He has filled me with burden for them and love for them that I must share. He has also showed me that in my state of pride, nothing I could have done would have had purpose. I might have been able to fool them into something, and the Lord might have used what I had (in my haughtiness) said, but truth is far from a prideful heart, and love is farther. Truth that does not take solid root in the heart is shaky at best, but mostly it is no truth at all. Truth is of God alone, and a prideful heart rejects God's hand.
I have written a couple new songs and I hope to be able to play them at the concert this coming weekend. Church was great! God Himself is the only Teacher. Knowledge is useless without God, and wisdom is nearly unattainable without God in the world we live in. I love you all! I'll see you later. Come to the concert and share with us in God's glory and His Abundant Life!
Posted by A. Whipple at 1:25 AM
It'll surely be good to see y'all again! I'm absolutely stoked about it!
I just felt that I should mention this. One thing God has stressed to me over the past few years is the metaphor that Jesus used about new wine being poured in old wineskins. Those who do not open their hearts to the truth cannot suddenly accept all that is true. Their calloused hearts and minds cannot handle all of that at once. Of course, it is good for a person to be destroyed, to allow him to be created anew. So it is, for that which has not been buried cannot be raised again. But that sort of endeavor is not our place. God alone reserves the right to destroy the false hearts of men to make way for that which He intended for their souls. And when He does, it may be through one of His servants, but that is still His task alone. We should not go searching for instances in which to rant about the hypocrisy of the church. Such practice will not only cause more schism, but it also causes callouses on one's own heart which are due to the selfishness of ambition and agenda. Not all hearts must have callouses pulled off - some must merely be weaned off of spiritual milk and given solid food. And a nursing baby cannot suddenly be given a Black Angus steak and a fork and knife. Such an instance is ludicrous! So it is with the wailing and gnashing of teeth over the immaturity which characterizes much of the church. To be caught in the trap of complaint or even angered debate over such issues is to be blinded by the devil. Prayer for those who are ignorant should replace harsh judgement. True love looks not to solve problem because they inconvenience what one knows to be true; instead, it seeks to solve problems because of the burden they place on those caught in them. Old wineskins can only be renewed by little bits at a time, because our minds will not accept too much change at once. And to renew us without our consent, God would have to take away the First Gift, the gift of free choice. That is something He would not do any more than He would take away the Second Gift, the gift of salvation.
Posted by A. Whipple at 12:15 AM
By the way, as soon as I get to school and get a hold on the pictures from Florida, they're going on the website. And Kat and I went to watch the sun rise over the Atlantic in Jacksonville the other day. While we were there, we took some pictures which turned out really really cool. I'll post some of those too. Please come fellowship with us a week from today. We'll be at New City and Andy will be opening for us (God bless him for taking up some time so we don't have to fill all of it ourselves). Pray for our spiritual preparation and yours as well. God will be there in all His glory. Come ready to drink and be filled!
Oh, and you all have to have peanut butter pie and hot chai. Or, if chai isn't your thing, try a fizzle (I like Irish Cream). You can't go wrong with a drink that's fun to play with before you drink it. Maybe, if we're all really lucky, Chris will have gotten Ashley to make some more Bling Bling (which you HAVE to try). And maybe Kenny will be there to boot. Who knows! But God is faithful and loving and He never changes. See y'all there!
Posted by A. Whipple at 1:09 AM
I guess that I'm on sort of a roll with posting tonight. I'm down at Kat's parents' house in Graceville, Florida. So while I'm online for the moment, I want to tell you about a few people who are more a part of Nothing Done than Brenda, Elissa, or I ever thought about being.
First there's Anjanette. Or AJ as I call her. She's a woman with a heart to chase after God and a passion for truth. God has done and will do great things through her. She has been like a big sister to the band and to me personally (since she really is our big sister in Christ) ever since before the Jammin' for Jesus concert. And her son and daughter, Winston (who likes to beat me up, but is cool anyway) and Amanda (who is a wonderful sister to me), are two awesome people who I don't get to see often, but when I do, they treat me as part of their family.
Then there's Jonathan. My older brother if I ever had one. Not because he's taller, but because he's so deeply in awe of God that there's no chance of him coming back. He is in love, and out of it he will not go. A man who I first was cautious to be disarmed of mistrust around, I now cherish his presence. He has hauled our butts around with the patience of Job and has been a supporter of our privilege in this ministry since it began. He has been a rock for this church called Nothing Done at many times. I can't begin to describe how much Elissa, Brenda, and I have been dependent on him.
Liz. One word. Liz. If you know her, you love her. She's like my spiritual twin, except that she's so much wiser than I am. But we both like to fight for fun and be goofy late at night. I hope that she doesn't take being called my twin as an insult (but then, what would we beat each other up over?). She, like Jonathan, has carted us around (in the Shaggin' Wagon, which rocks my bottom lip off) and supported us in prayer and otherwise. Truly a close sister.
I would have to say that one of our biggest supporters band-wise has been Andy. From links and free advertising to a constant willingness to help out and pray, here is a man whose heart is avid after the Father, and whose compass points to True North.
Finally, last but quite obviously not least, is Katrina. She knows me better than anyone except my brother and Lord Jesus Christ. I've been privileged to watch a woman of God work behind the scenes with little or no recognition and be diligent and joyful in constant prayer for this group. Supporting is her main focus in this ministry, and she goes about it with a loving servant's heart. I am continually amazed at her willingness to be such an important yet understated part of this church. And, God be praised, I love her more deeply than either of us could ever know or I could ever explain.
I cannot thank you all enough for the love and the support and especially the prayers that you have offered. Selflessness is not forgotten in the mind of the Creator and Lover of all.
And what can I say of my sisters Brenda and Elissa. Two wonderful women with beautiful feet whose paths are straight and whose eyes are set on things above. Obsessed with God is a good way to put it. And I mean that to edify, not to insult. Constantly making me laugh and making me face the harsh reality of my jagged edges with humility and deep-seated joy, they are a polished reflection of Light in a world where darkness seems to flourish.
I love all you guys, and I can't say enough to let you know how much you are appreciated. May the grace and joy of our Father Who Is be with you!
Posted by A. Whipple at 12:57 AM
The Father is more life than we can know. In His presence, all things pass away that He has not made true. All things are brought down, for that which is false in them can no longer make them seem greater. The train of His robe is a nebula. The rings on His hands are planets in their paths. The seams of His garment are mighty rivers and the belt at His waist is woven with towering oak trees. He alone is worthy!
Posted by A. Whipple at 12:14 AM
Listen, as He walks
The garden sings as His feet brush the springing life
Tended with passion by a Great Unseen Hand
The children and their children make mudcakes at the garden wall
They laugh and offer them to Him as He grins
With great mirth and joy pouring from His eyes
He accepts their offering, for mud is what they are
And mud is all which can be grasped
In their tiny reaching hands
But as the children's creations find His touch
What was once rich earth and water
Becomes food like none they have tasted
Food which kills the children
And quickens those who live within them
They shed their muddy clothes
Like a chrysalis birthing a glistening swallowtail
They spread wings of true wisdom to patiently dry
More children they are now than they ever were
And they tread on the wake of His train
In time to the joy that breaks like waves
Making the very air life to the touch
Posted by A. Whipple at 12:08 AM
Ok y'all. I've said that I will be frank on this thing, and it's one of those times.
Do you ever get those porn things in your email? Unless you've got some awesome email account that you pay for, you probably do. It's actually humorous that it's so blatant that people want to do evil in the world. The devil thinks it's a trick, but it's like the allegory of Jerusalem in Ezekiel ch. 16. These people literally throw themselves at everyone who passes by trying to get more and more gratification, and the sad thing is that it tricks some of us into thinking that it's harmless. I know I've been tempted more often than not to look and see, because what could be wrong with just looking at something or someone. But if you've got to justify it like that, then it's ridiculously obvious to those who do not let themselves be blinded. But Jesus spoke most truthfully when he said that whoever commits adultery in their heart has already done it. It is not a harmless thing to glorify making idols of the human body for either sex to worship. I know a lot of guys in the dorm where I go to school are completely blind to all of the depravation that they're caught in. I've even heard a friend of mine say these words, "Breasts are not porn." How completely and utterly absurd! The word pornography is rooted in the Greek pornographos from porne meaning 'prostitute' and graphein meaning 'to write'. It was originally used to denote classical art or literature depicting prostitutes. The Online Etymology Dictionary writes that the "main modern meaning [of] 'salacious writing or pictures' represents a slight shift from the etymology." How cunning the enemy is in seducing the world by throwing in something that could be seen as relative.
Even with all this knowledge, the devil can still lie in circles faster than we can get out. The only thing to do is look to our Lord. I suppose that when you can put the agony Jesus suffered on the cross for all of us right next to a picture of a woman in half a bikini looking seductive, and see both things at once and not feel any sort of conviction about staring at the woman in the bikini, and you can do this every single moment of every single day, then you can claim that it is not lustful to seek after such things as porn. Or lingerie advertisements, or whatever. It doesn't matter what you call it. Things are what they are, and to convince yourself otherwise is to allow your eyes to be shut to the truth of God's love and purpose, thereby allowing fear of letting go of such sin to creep into your mind.
And yet, it's humorous to see myself get tangled up in such webbing. I am reminded that a thorn in my flesh may also be a thorn in my pride. Though my intentions aren't holy, God will work despite my intentions. But to drink the full cup of life, I must still follow Him with all my heart.
Posted by A. Whipple at 12:13 PM
I'm sitting in Katrina's brother's apartment in Jacksonville. This is the beginning of a busy week with Kat visiting friends and such. I don't really have a whole lot to write about at this point, except to ask you to pray for us on a few things. We're all getting ready to move back in and schedules are going to be much more hectic. And we're also looking for a percussionist. That's about it. Know that wherever you are and whatever you've done, God is. And He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He is loving and gracious. He is merciful and kind. He is powerful beyond conception and He is full of joy unspeakable. Praise His name!
Posted by A. Whipple at 9:57 AM
I want to tell you about this thing that the Father has revealed to me, because I want to tell everyone, and maybe if I put it in writing, you'll read it at the time when He wants you to understand.
While I was in Atlanta for Landon and Daphne's wedding, during the thing when we were all up until forever in the morning (I was up until 9....am, then slept for thirty minutes, then did a wedding and reception all day, then drove back to Knoxville), we prayed together at one point. Landon told us before, don't everyone pray and squeeze your neighbor's hand or something, just pray silently and when you're done, if you are going to leave then leave, and if you're going to stay to talk then stay (I can't really explain that to you, you'll just have to take it like it is). So we all prayed, and the only thing I could find myself doing was praising God. And not praising like God, you are majestic, loving, faithful, etc. All I could say was 'God, you are.' That was all that would come out. And it was all that mattered. Nothing more could be said, and nothing more needed to be said.
And that's not all that happened. In my George MacDonald anthology that I talk about often, he talks about how the fire and storm up on Sinai was just a fraction of what God feels against sin. And I suppose I could communicate to you such anger in this way. If you wrote a poem in which the words and thoughts you expressed were infallibly plain and just like you wanted them, and then some know-it-all critic came along (no apologies to know-it-all critics) and told a whole bunch of people that you meant something by this poem that you never meant, and twisted your words to mean something completely different and stupid, you'd get quite upset. Or if you painted a picture of a cathedral simply because you liked the look of it, and again some critic came along and mislead people saying that due to the light angle and the coloring and shading on the lower-left-hand corner, you meant to weep and wail about the influence of some certain denomination, you'd want to pull your hair out and scream that that's not what you meant at all. You simply thought it was pretty. Sin is the perversion of the Father's creation, and it really....let me put this delicately.......pisses God off. If you didn't like that wording, good. I don't apologise, I'm glad you understand.
But bearing all that in mind, God also taught me this (don't think that I'm worthy to learn anything, I am to be told these things and speak them to those that will listen). The fire, and the storm, are just the outer edge of His being. They are the creatures that go before Him, saying 'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty!' If you remember Elijah up on the mountain when God passed by, before the Lord there was a mighty wind which tore the mountain apart, and a furious storm, and fire, but God was in none of these. He came after them, in a still small voice. You see, that which goes before God goes to purify everything that is not true from His holy and unimaginable presence. It is like the corona of the sun. It burns away all that is not of Him. And we, if we are to house His Spirit as temples of the Lord, must be purified. And it hurts and it's quite scary at times. But after the perversion is gone, and all that is left is us, the original creation as it was intended to be, we enter into the presence of the still small voice. We are filled to the brim and made to overflow by that presence which is laughter and love and joy unspeakable.
That is what He taught me, and that is what I'm supposed to tell you. I love you all. Please pray for us as we prepare spiritually and musically for this coming concert. Thanks. By His sacrifice and through His mercy are we bought! God be praised, for He is!
Posted by A. Whipple at 11:39 PM
Time to tell you about the wedding I went to and the things I did while I was there (don't worry, that has no dirty connotations). I went to Hotlanta (that's Atlanta, if you're blonde in the brain) for my friends' wedding. Landon Metts and Daphne Simone (now Metts) got married on Saturday. Landon, or LD as I sometimes call him, is one of the Godliest guys I know and when I'm around him, it's more like the first century church than any church I've been in. No apologies to anyone for that, I'll stand on that hill, and you can kill me if you want to drag me off.
While we were there, the bachelor party was at David and Busters, which is an adult arcade. Now, I know that expression is confusing, because it was to me too, as well as Kat and my parents. What I mean is, an arcade for adults, not an 'adult' (meaning 'nekkid') arcade. You had to be 21 to get in, or you had to be with someone 25 or over, so Landon's brother-in-law Ken was my 'parent or guardian' for the evening. Long story short, I got in and it was the coolest thing. Instead of tokens or quarters, you paid in advance for a card (everybody loves plastic) with a certain number of credits on it. You take your card and swipe it through this attachment on whatever game you want to play. I got like 100 credits and off I went. The coolest thing there was this huge assortment of pods which took up an entire section of the arcade. Above them there was a giant sign labeled 'Battle Assault' and pictures of these giant robots. We went over and signed up on the list (there was a sign-up thing and this cool guy named Danial to put your name in the computer). After that, Danial showed us how to work the controls and we each got into a pod where you were isolated from everybody else in the dark like a cockpit. For ten minutes in the pods, we drove around in giant robots blasting each other to Kingdom Come, and it was awesome! It cost about 20 credits, but then after we got out, Danial said he'd let us play for free on the condition that we played against him. So we got in again and all our robots were white and his was red (that makes me a racist right?, just kidding...), and we were all shooting at him. He whipped us like out-dated milk, but I came in second cause I caught on to his strafing technique (yay me!). So we got to play for free and had a blast yet again.
Later on we ended up staying up until the wee small hours of the morning talking with Landon (about twelve of us who were closest). But I could never explain the entire significance of that to you in a million years. Let me only say that it was sort of like the Great Commision. Not to equate Landon with Jesus, but that's the best description I can come up with in my limited ability to speak English. And besides, the best things in life can't be described unless one knows what the speaker is talking about. And that's a connection we can't make over the internet for the most part. Anyways, I'm going to go now and drink tea with Andy.
I love you all. Always keep your eyes on the Father (Ps. 25:15). Grace!
Posted by A. Whipple at 12:04 AM
// John 5:30 // we are the pen; God is the author
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Elissa - elissakeck@hotmail.com
Adam - adamwhipple@hotmail.com
Accumulated paraphernalia
Caedmon's Call
Derek Webb
Bethany Nobles
Katrina's Website
New City Cafe
Joe Mayfield's Site
Andy Vandergriff's blog
Andrew Peterson
Many
moons
ago
