The pits for this pitbull...

This poor ol pitbull got hold of more than he could handle!
If you have ever removed porcupine quils from a dogs nose you know how brutal this is.
Thanks dad for the pic, it made my butt pucker!

Here is the latest project that I am drawing, a copy of Frank Frazettas piece called Dark Kingdom. 

Early birthday gift to myself, a 2 dvd set on the life and work of my favorite fantasy artist Frank Frazetta. I cant wait to watch it! 

Here is Derek one of our long time campers catching some speed on the tube. We only had one ski boat this year but me made the most of it. There is nothing like catching some air on one of these things and getting it on video too. LeeElla got some great crashes this year for the camp video. Memories that will last a lifetime.
 

Each year we split the campers up into movie making teams and they have to film a short movie in connection with the camp theme. We gather around the last night of camp and watch them all. It's a way to encourage creativity and team work and guarantees a good laugh. This is the winning team this year, LeeElla made trophies for everyone. I try to incorporate many different elements into camp to catch the interests of the different kinds of kids that always come...sports, competitions, art, video, music, crazy games, etc. Something for everyone for sure.
 

Michael, Christian and Ashley during worship. It is amazing to see how God can break out in a room in the midst of praise and worship during camp. There were some powerful moments this last week that resulted in young people throwing open the doors of their hearts for the King of Glory to come in for the first time...it was awesome.
 

Here is Destiny after striking a winning blow during the Jousting competition, she is wearing a custom made watermelon helmet, we spare no expense for the safety of our students. The jousting sticks were made of nerf balls mounted on bamboo sticks, covered with three socks and duct tape. I felt like Magiver after making them, all the items were found in my youth office, it is amazing what you can collect in 8 years of youth ministry!
 

Baptism at summer camp.
 

Each year at our summer camp we have an end of camp punishment called The 10 Bags of Doom. Each bag is filled with horrible ingredients that are not supposed to be applied on your head. We put the names of students in a drawing that do stuff they shouldnt during camp and then draw 3 names on the last day. This year I rigged the event so students would get to pick 3 adult leaders as well. I got picked of course as well as my two other long-standing leaders...Jax & Deb. Hopefully they will forgive me...
 

Sardines aint that bad until the skin sticks to the top of your mouth...then they come out, along with breakfast too. 

Peanutbutter is nasty when its smeared all over your head. At least I didnt have hair to worry about...poor Jackie was in hysteria! 

great thought...

"I can't imagine anything more boring than what you say God requires. Making love to only one woman for life. God! That's like buying one record and taking it home and playing it over and over and over again."

"I'm afraid your analogy is a faulty one. It is not like buying one record, it is like buying one instrument and learning how to play it. If you are committed, boredom is not a danger." -a conversation between two people in Doug Wilson's book, Persuasions: A Dream of Reason Meeting Unbelief.

I am almost finished with this picture. The flash made it a bit brighter than it is but not bad, I am pleased so far.  

Here is my latest drawing that I am working on to embody my recent spirtual ponderings. I read an awesome chapter in Robert Blys book IRON JOHN called To Bring The Interior Warriors Back to Life. In it were a few short poems that resonated with me...Every man has two battles which he fights; he fights with god in his dreams, and he fights with the sea when awake. I would be curious what anyones thoughts were about this quote. In another part it says...The ape, alone in his bamboo cage, smells the python, and cries, but no one hears him call. The grave moves forward from its ambush, curling slowly, with sidways motion, passing under bushes and through leaf tunnels, leaving dogs and sheep murdered where it slept. Some shining thing in us, that has served us well, shakes its bamboo bars. It may be gone before we wake. 

I have been collecting some Todd Mcfarlane sculptures of Conan lately. Its kind of hard to see the awesome detail from this shot but trust me, they are amazing. He catches action and intensity in a way that I love. I have always found the war hammer to be a powerful image for some reason and had to get this one when I saw it. Does not my word burn like fire? asks the LORD. Is it not like a mighty hammer that smashes rock to pieces? -Jeremiah 23:29
 

Velvet Elvis

I am on the last few pages of Rob Bell's new book: Velvet Elvis, Repainting the Christian Faith.
Rob is the pastor of a church called Mars Hill in Grand Rapids, Mich. I will have read the book in two days and it took me from my present reading of The Lord of the Rings which is quite an accomplishment. I really enjoyed the book and to use an overly cliche phrase but still true it was..."fresh". Possibly a bit controversial for some but refreshingly honest and real. He shares his thoughts about certain teachings in the bible and the church and provides some alternative ways of looking at them. Two thumbs up!

The man who planted trees...

This story really ministered to me.

so true...

Everybody wants to save the earth; nobody wants to help mom do the dishes.
-P.J. O'Rourke

The lover and the bard...

All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist;

Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power

whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist

When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.

The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard,

The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky,

Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard;

Enough that he heard it once; we shall hear it by-and-by.

-Robert Browning (1864), stanza 10

 

I wept after I read this poem...

 

Concerning Sermons and bruised bananas...

"Good sermons require some art, some virtue, some knowledge. Real sermons require some special grace which does not transcend art but arrives at it by instinct or 'inspiration'; indeed the Holy Spirit seems sometimes to speak through a human mouth providing art, virtue and insight he does not himself possess; but the occasions are rare." -J.R.R. Tolkien

 

I definitely view sermons as a piece of art. They are born almost the same way in me and through me, as other art projects are. Some are filled with more celestial electricity than others and leap out like currents from another world...like the startling of lightening.

I often find myself stunned by the suddenness of their coming.

 

Others slowly brew inside my belly, like a soupy broth at first but through the additions of prayer, the word and flashes of life they soon begin to chunkily solidify into a hopefully tasty meal.

 

However they are born, arrive or cook, all are subject to the painfully handicapped process of reflection, judgment and response. The sermon boomerang can hit hard! It is extremely difficult for me to separate the art from the artist; even though it's supposed to be a work of grace, an offering, and a service to be given in humility and void of ego's greedy fingers. How can one bake something and not find your hands in it and it on you? A work of hospitality it is and to not be interested in how it benefits the one who experiences it is hard indeed.

 

I read this quote in a book I am reading called: Tolkien, A celebration, collected writings on a literary legacy. I felt it captured a part of the whole sermon experience.

 

"There is the very ominous and ever-present danger that ones creation will fail and be repudiated, that the beautiful child of one's artistic devotion will fall flat on its chubby little face. There is potential discouragement, rejection, loss. Artistic sensibilities are tender, creative egos fragile. They bruise more easily than bananas." -Stephen R. Lawhead