Thanks for the encouragement. I’ve enjoyed posting these a lot. I’m typing this from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, with my son Zion in my lap (complete with poopy diaper). Nana passed last night, and we just made it here in time to say goodbye. The whole fam has gathered, and there will be services for the next two days both here and in the bustling metropolis of DeQuincy, Louisiana.

Crazy. Nana had three kids, they had eight grandkids (myself included), who in turn have produced eleven great grandkids (and counting), and, with a couple of hotel rooms for the thinner skinned, we’re all crashing at my cousin’s house + RV.

Add friends and extended family and you have yourself one Cajun-Fried memorial extravaganza.

I do not know yet the symbolism of this, but this interim period (where I made the decision to resign and then did it, and went through the whole process) has been bracketed on both ends by the death of a grandparent. We were on the way to Erica’s grandfather’s memorial in Arizona last December when we made the final decision to go for it.

It’s almost as if the transition from being the kids to the middle generation has completed itself. “One generation away from finding life out on our own…” indeed. I had a friend (a baby boomer) note the strangeness of being “The Last Line of Defence” once the grandparents have passed. Ironically, he’s in the process of freaking out and leaving his wife, a scant two years after making this statement to me.

Anyways… adulthood here we come, and at the same time, adulthood can kiss my ass. We’re supposed to be rock stars.

Chad–everything that follows this statement is awesome. Choir has a profound place in the heart of Christy and I, and I think you nailed it on the head AGAIN as to why. You, my friend, are a talented communicator of thought.
Also–it’s cool to see that you guys decided to do this for another year. It is a unique ministry that really captures what Christ’s body should be doing among the lonely and hurting.
Cheers.