I am in Orlando right now for a Children's Ministry conference. I know you are probably thinking, "Moriah, you aren't a children's minister. You were an intern once, but that doesn't make you one." Believe me, I know I'm not a children's minister. I kind of stick out like a sore thumb here: Young girl, Pumas, jeans, computer satchel (not a padded bag), no perm, no orthopedic shoes. Now, I have to say this... The women I came with from Otter Creek are not like this either, but they don't stick out like I do. I don't get really excited when a group comes out on stage to perform their songs (lip-singing with a track) all while their cartoon counterparts are projected on the side screens. (Once again, Janet, Melanie, Donna, and Nan don't do this either.) Janet and Melanie asked me to come at the end of last week when someone had to drop out because her father was sick. I was so excited that they thought of me. There is a whole "media track" that so far, has proven to be really great. I've never been one to want to sit and listen to people talk for hours on end, but my classes have been great so far. It is really fun though, the older people in my classes always want to talk about what they do in their churches, and not what the "teacher" is talking about. They want to talk about the videos that they have edited and the tools they used to do it. It seems strange to me. They also really love to name drop. Not people's names but things like Final Cut Pro, Adobe Premier, firewire, pixels, and Photo Shop. Nobody cares that they know what those things are. Everyone under the age of 30 know what those things are. I don't want to sound mean, but the teachers could say A LOT more if everyone else would just listen. They should practice what they preach to their kiddos, "Only one person is allowed to talk at a time." I should mention that all the people in my classes are men. Not a judgement, just stating a fact.
Well, its 4:18 here in Orlando, dinner starts at 5:00 and people are lining up outside the ballroom that I am sitting outside of. Waiting in line for 45 minutes to get a table for dinner? Crazy. They will not run out of tables. Maybe they are really super excited about hearing Max Lucado speak after dinner. Although you might not know it was actually him speaking, because this morning the emcee announced that "Mack Lucatto" would be the key-note speaker. He is only one of the most popular Christian authors, how could he not know how to pronounce his name. Oh, well. Since the line is beginning to grow I should probably close my computer. I'm getting funny looks. I'm sitting on the floor, leggs crossed, listening to "Wicked" on my iPod, writing a post for my blog. I might just be the image of what they don't want the kids in thier ministies to become... Girl on a trip, going crazy because she can't find anywhere that has reliable wireless internet access ($10 for 24 hours), wanting to check her e-mail, facebook, and the many blogs that I can't get behind on. So much for leaving the world behind. I just can't do it. Thats not true. I could do it if I wanted to, I just don't want to. The only time I will voluntarily leave the comfort of my web-based world is to go visit Holly and TJ in the DR. I'll do it, but ONLY for you guys!
Now it is really time to go. I've been accidentally stepped on twice in the past five minutes. (Please, don't think poorly of me for this post.)
Love,
MoMo