Not On Your Face
So I guess this is the part where I talk about the retreat.
It has now become a cliche to say things like "I didn't want to go to the retreat, but for some reason I went and it was awesome and it exceeded my expectations and omgilovejesusnow and omgwtfbbq." And there's always someone that fits that sentence. I guess for this year's EM retreat, it's me.
I didn't want to go. It was going to be "serious." "Hardcore." "No fun." We even had a song for it: Flying to the no fun zone! (shameless riff on a Kenny Loggins' classic from the Top Gun soundtrack) I was already burned out from the youth group retreat. I didn't want to listen to another three-hour sermon. I didn't want to experience yet another effin' altar call. I didn't want to do "heart to heart."
Yet I still ended up going. Deep inside, I knew I needed to go. Not that I was spiritually dry or anything. I was just in a very confused state about my life. I needed some answers. Plus, Kim MSN basically dragged me there kicking and screaming.
I don't want this to be a super long entry, so I'm not going into details. If that's what you want, you can ask me personally. I'll probably tell you. I'm just gonna say: Pastor Colin's sermons were great. The one small group meeting we had was great. Even the "heart to heart" sessions weren't as painful as expected them to be. But the "world prayer" thing (aka the three hour tour) was grueling, to say the least. Yeah, I was blessed. I admit it.