While we were in Ethiopia (and, yes, I will post on that soon) a funny thing happened. One of the people on the trip (who shall remain nameless) reminded us of someone from back home (who also shall remain nameless). The only difference was that the person on the trip (Nameless Guy #1) seemed like an older version of the guy from back home (Nameless Guy #2). The running joke of the entire trip was that Nameless Guy #1 was reallya future version of Nameless Guy #2 who had traveled back in time to go to Ethiopia with us. I have to admit, I was a late convert on that joke, but by the end of the trip the evidence was pretty compelling.
That said, today has been kind of a time-travel-sort-of-day for me. The whole day had traces of the late 90’s and the early 2000’s part of this decade. In no particular order, we were part of a worship time with Darrell Evans at River of Life, I got a message (in response to my Tweet about Darrell) from my good friend Brent Owen, and I met a guy who was part of a camp I counseled at one time in the late 90’s. All of this has got me thinking about life back then…how I knew basically nothing, how immature I was, and how the Lord still used me in spite of all of my fraility.
I’ve been trying to get back there lately, to that state of living. Christy and I talk a lot about how those years were some of the most fruitful times of our lives. I’m trying to crack the code of what changed and how to change it back. Up until today I felt like remembering those days was just me trying to get back to “the good ole days” but after tonight, I’m not so sure. Maybe, just perhaps, the Lord is actually the one trying to get me to remember the early days. After all, he’s done it before, right?