A Brief Pictoral Journey

Hello one and all!

I had a grrrrreat time this weekend. For the first time in a very, very long time I feel more rested coming home from a trip. This is a strange and very nice sensation.

Ma, Pa and myself hopped in the SUV early thursday morning and ripped down to Calgary so dad could have his business meeting. Ma and I also had a very important meeting with Cherie at the Olive Garden. As we all know a meeting with Kayle is not complete without some sort of coffee adventure, so we all went on one and found this incredible coffee shop that Cherie recommended. I had a very fine Americano, which woke me up and then I was able to talk more coherantly for a few moments. I think while we were walking along the street to get the coffee I saw the most demonically possessed man I have ever seen in my life -- which if you know anything about me is really saying something. I wanted to stop and talk but one glance and I knew it would instantly be a "situation" as he was already shaking and our eye contact was less then pleasant. I've been thinking about the man a lot, though... and praying. I've never, ever seen anyone that far gone.

Needless to say, this coffee shop which is own by some Christians is placed in a very perfect spot in the city of Calgary. You should all go. And if I knew the address or the name I would tell you. Gee... that was a good plug, wasn't it?

Anyway, the afternoon with Cherie was wonderful and then we hopped back into the SUV and drove the rest of the way to Medicine Hat to visit Grandma. I was highly anticipating this trip as I felt the moment I heard about it that some key relationships that I have in Medicine Hat would be blessed and poured into again. My goodness, did that ever happen. I was able to reunite with some people I have not seen in a long time, some I didn't even expect to see. This weekend really was a gift. Plus I got to see some of my most favorite people in the world who happen to be YWAMers so that made me happy.

The night we got into Medicine Hat, I could hardly sleep. I could feel the presence of God so strongly in the air. I still can't really explain it other then knowing... KNOWING that you are in the right place at the right time and something good is about to happen. This something good had absolutely nothing to do with ministry stuff only everything to do with relationships.

As you probably know, I really love people... so this was wonderful to me.

And of course we got to spend some quality time with Grandma, hear some of her amazing testimonies -- the stuff she doesn't even know is profound -- and just be family together. In all it's strangeness.

So without further adieu... adooo?... I will now entertain you with some photographs.

One evening I joined Landen and Josh in their new little building for some worship. This is about 1/3rd of one of the giant rooms in the building. That night I was struck by warehouses and how much they've meant to me over the years. About 7 years ago I found myself in a warehouse in Argentina praying for and with hundreds of pastors being used in the great revival in that nation. A few years earlier my dad found himself in a massive warehouse in Toronto getting rocked by the power of the Holy Spirit -- the movement which we know of as the Toronto Blessing. I met one of my heros of the faith in a warehouse in Atlanta in the middle of one of the worst slums - Jackie Pullinger. This night I found myself again in a warehouse and was overwhelmed with gratitude.

This is Dylan. I had not seen him in nearly two years. We spent a lot of time together over the summer that I spent at Eagle's Nest and I have thought about this guy and prayed for him often. When I walked into the above worship night he was standing there and we were both totally shocked and amazed and so thankful to be together again. I got to spend some awesome time with Dylan this weekend. God is amazing at making sure the right people stay in your life.

And here we have a nice little church that is so strangely placed in Medicine Hat. You're driving through residential streets of a normal prairie town and then BANG... giant church. Beautiful, though. The wooden roof inside is BREATHTAKING.

This picture makes me laugh. These are the said quality YWAM people who I love. Especially because they drove the hour and a half round trip drive to come and see me in town. Ten bazillion Kayle points to each and every one.

And finally... Dylan, Kayle, Josh and Scott. I don't really know what to say about this picture. I kind of like it. Even though Josh disturbs me.

Thus ends my brief pictoral journey through this last weekend. We are all now better people.