Thursday, January 29, 2009

So Georgia fired Felton huh?

Aiight, the last post was kinda depressing, I want something new up here, and I found this story interesting.

Georgia has fired their Basketball coach Dennis Felton, who coached at WKU before taking on the dogs. A less than stellar career there had him poised to get booted last season, but an improbable run through the SEC tournament kept him in seat for another season...well, the beginning of it at least.

You know who else made a coaching change recently? Alabama. They fired their coach too. I don't think the firing of these two coaches in proximity to each other is a coincidence. Let me share a little fact with you...

Tubby Smith will be coaching in the SEC next season.

Now the question is with who. Rumors had been going rampant that both Georgia and Alabama would look to Ol' Tubby next season for their coach. Both have a reasonable chance to land him too.

Georgia is Tubby's home. It's where he grew up, he knows the area. And to come back could be a cool little homecoming for him.

Alabama has CM Newton, the man who brought Tubby in to UK. It was after Newton left UK that relations went south for Tubby in the Bluegrass. Plus many believe that Bama is closer to being successful in the SEC and NCAA than Georgia.


Saturday, January 24, 2009

So this might come as bad news...

It was friday afternoon. Some friends had come in from out of town, and we had just finished a late lunch at Beijing. My phone rings... a 423 number, a call that I actually was dreading, because I knew what was coming.

Don't get me wrong, I love Jerry Harwood. He is the man. But I knew this was a business call. The time had come unfortunately, to let him know if I would be coming back to camp or not. I have pretty much battled with this since I left camp last summer, and the fact I haven't found steady employment since then doesn't help things. The moment had come, and I was not prepared at all. It was the final yes or no, and at this time...I had to say no... So Joe Brunk....will not be at CVP this summer.

That statement is hard for me to swallow, and I've been confused and frustrated since that call. It's so closed, no misinterpretation, no way to come out with a happy ending.

Maybe it was something that had to happen. Maybe this door had to be closed so another can open. Maybe this is God answering my prayer, and I'm acting like a baby. Maybe I just wanted to be at camp for my own selfish reasons, and not for God's purpose.

But maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I'm supposed to be at camp, and I'm running away. Maybe I'm focusing on the wrong things, like money, and looking out for me.

Why do I overanalyze stuff? It really just makes things more complicated and never really helps the situation.

So here's some things I'm missing out on...(In no particular order)
1. Driving boats all day
2. My Dockwatch video. (I basically had a full script in my head)
3. Deepening relationships with guys staff who are returning.
4. Weekends in the 'Nooge.
5. Floating in the swim area, and hanging out with campers.
6. Camp food
7. Living in the new guys staff lodge
8. World cup (Djibouti!)
9. Friday night raves
10. Camp cheers, and the half-hour schedule reading....

and there's more, but I'm already struggling to finish, and I could go all day.

Here's to the continued faith that God really does know what He's doing, and the fact that it's not really about me in the first place.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

So I woke up early this morning...

It's 7:30 AM, and I'm asleep in my bed. I had just stayed up till about 12:30 the night before welcoming new people to the joys of Gears of War and the Horde. Then, all of the sudden, I wake up. No reason, I do hear the garbage truck outside, but I've slept through that thing so many times. Nope, I just wake up. And when I wake up, the first thing that has to happen is a trip to the bathroom (there's the stuff you read this blog for!). Anyways, now I'm up, fully bathroomed, and I can't fall asleep again. I hate this. I only find one plus to all of this, I can now catch up on my shows that play on Tuesday night via the internets like I do each Wednesday. But guess what? None of them had an episode last night, because of all the stupid parties in Washington for the new President. Now I will support President Obama, and pray for him and such, but I'm already fed up with him, cuz now I have to wait another week for a new episode of Scrubs. Who watches coverage of a Presidential party anyway?

This new administration is already starting off on a bad foot.

That's all, nothing profound.

Friday, January 16, 2009

So I got this phone call...

It's amazing how as soon as I start up a blog, things just hit me, and happen to me, that I think I should write about. I don't wanna be one of those guys who writes everyday, but this struck me in a way...

So I'm DJin at CFR last night, and I get a phone call. This happens sometimes, usually about 2 or 3 times a night. I always get one from Ben, cuz he's bored, and he wants to hear Christmas Shoes. Then I usually get one other song request from somebody, and that's about it. But last night, I got this call in the nine o' clock hour, and the man was desperate to reach our prayer line. So I told him that he could tell me his prayer request, and I could put it in the prayer journal.

He went on to explain how he thinks his life has gone wrong, all the terrible things that are happening in his life right now, and how he thinks that the world, particularly the Christian community, has turned its back on him. He then said that if he doesn't get help from the Christian community by the end of the month, he'll leave the faith and join a cult. What do I say to that? I went on to say that we would be praying for him, and hoping for provision. But this phone call got me thinking on a couple of tangents...

1. I just don't get the ultimatum prayer. That's basically what this was. He simply said, "If I don't get this, I'm out." What a pathetic way to look at it. But I realize I've done it in the past myself, maybe not to the degree of forsaking all I believe in, but I have done the "Do this, or I'll do that." prayer. And now I just don't get it. How did we (or at least I) get so arrogant that we tell God how it's gonna go. How much do I know compared to Him? Nothing. And yet to this day I continue to tell God how it's gonna go. To allude to a previous post, I try to "help God out." Stupid.

2. Could I have done more for this guy? James 2:15-16 says "Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes or daily food. If one of you should say, 'Go, I wish you well. Keep warm and well fed. But does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it?" Isn't that verbatum what I just did?

3. How have we created a world where in a country of great opportunity, we have people who are willing to sell their soul, not for the whole world, but just for a roof over his own head? We may have some willing to do so for great power or wealth, but we have far more in this country who are willing to give it all up for little to nothing at all. It makes me sad that this man, and others, are willing to give up eternity for the here and now...

I guess that's all

Thursday, January 15, 2009

So I figured out the problem...

I just wanna start by saying that I believe God has blessed me with an incredible church here in Bowling Green. Hillvue has challenged me in ways I've never been pushed in my faith before, allowed me to look at situations differently than I ever have before, and in this time where I'm trying to find stuff out, they just seem to bring awesome stuff into my life.

So I was trying to figure out some stuff with my life, thus my last post. But then I looked even closer at my life. I work at an awesome radio station in CFR. Great people, and I have fun with what I do. I have a lot of friends here, a great church. For the most part, I'm very satisfied with my life...

So what's the problem? To find the answer, I had to listen to some of the things I have said in the past. And here was the answer... "Truth is, if I was making enough money, I'd be doing awesome..."

And then I heard that game show announcer voice in my head, you know, the one everyone has in their head,



The fact of the matter is I wouldn't even be worried about where my life is headed if the money was good, and once I came to that fact, I feel all mopey.

So bible study rolled around last Sunday, and we're going through a series about men of faith in Genesis, and we talked about Abraham.

Long story short, God promised Abraham the land of Canaan, and that he would be the father of a great nation. But certain things popped up (a famine in Canaan, the fact he had no son...) that caused ol Abe to take things into his own hands. Each time he did, things got real screwed up.

So what's that got to do with me? Simple. So many times, I try to take things into my own hands. Things I can't control. I try to "help out" God. And when I do this, I tend to screw it up.

It's time to stop getting impatient and trying to "help God out."

So where do I go from here?

So this is the thing that got me back on my kick of writing stuff I figured I could put it on here first... So enjoy...

You know, in the grand scheme of life, I really thought I'd be a lot farther along than I am right now...Don't get me wrong, I love the stuff that I do, but I don't do nearly enough of it, and I still don't feel like I'm a contributing member to society. More like a leech. And that just ain't cool.

I guess I just pictured my life turning out normal like everyone else that I know. Grow up, go to college, get that degree, and get a job related to that degree, then continually work to progress in that career field while starting the family aspect of it all. That's how I've seen it done, that's how I thought it would be for me. But so far to no avail.

So the question is...where do I go from here? Perhaps I'm writing this all too soon, as it could work itself out in the near future. But I really only see it going down a couple of ways...

First, I could stay here in Bowling Green. Which is great. I know the area, I have friends. I'm settled, comfortable. And again, I enjoy what I do here, with CFR and WQKR...but there is no furthering of my career with either of those stations. I suppose if I stayed I would be in the same position a year from now at both of those places, and still looking for work that would allow me to do those things. I've been looking since August, and not much has come of it. Part of me wants to be here...

And then there is camp. Which I love. I love it. I can't tell you exactly one reason why, but I do. And Chattanooga is great, and I do have friends there, as more and more camp people seem to be moving there. But I feel like if I keep running back to camp each summer, I'm doomed to never find work. And I'm doomed to keep living the lifestyle that I am now, which isn't terrible, but just seems a little childish, seeing as I turn 24 this year and seem to be no further along than when I got out of college...

There's also a job possibility in North Carolina, and it seems like a pretty sweet gig. But I just don't know if it's gonna happen. My gut tells me it won't...

Alas, the crossroads...where do I go from here? I'm stuck in this spot, and I can't move on with my life until I make a move and choose a path. But I'm afraid of choosing the wrong way. So I sit waiting for the right path to choose me I guess.

My pastor punched me in the face today...not with his fist, but the message he brought today got me to thinking. I'm waiting to live, because I'm afraid. Afraid to take a risk, afraid to put myself out there. Ultimately, afraid of failure...

1 John 4:18 says there is no fear in love, because perfect love casts out all fear. It also says that the one who fears is not made perfect in love. God loves me. He shows me that every day just by waking me up. And ultimately, through Christ. So why am I still afraid?

So here's what I do know. Wherever I end up. I must love, without hesitation. Without waiting. Without reason. And I must live without fear.

So where do I go from here? I don't know. And I don't expect you all to know either. But I wanted to write, so I did. Is this the makings of a blog? I dunno...doubt it, cuz I'm lazy... Guess I'm just needing some prayer and such...

So I done went and did it...

Aiight, so I really have gotten bored over the past couple of days. I've also gotten back into my exercise of writing (or typing) out my thoughts, especially when I get frustrated with stuff or have some stuff to think about. Plus I really enjoy reading other people's I figured I can jump in on this blog thing and give it a whirl. So here we go...