Trip Start Sep 07, 2013
29Trip End Oct 30, 2013
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Where I stayed
Wind Creek State Park, Alabama
What I did
Back roads, again the way real Americans live
Well, it's impossible to describe what an affirming, loving, unconditional acceptance, spiritually meaningful and emotionally saturated weekend that we just experienced. After 39 years, it was like all 30 or so of us were still the carefree, crazy youth with a mission and sense of purpose. Yep, we've gotten older, and many have grand kids, but it didn't diminish one iota the personal friendships, the deep and unbreakable relationships and the eternal connection that not just some of us had, but that every single one of us had. There was a rainfall of joyous tears, enough hugs to asphyxiate 4,500 bears, and perpetual smiles that would make Dentine proud. It sounds like a bunch of emotional/psychotic basket cases, but you'd have to have been there to understand.
The best part of the events were two.....the endless stories of the crazy stuff we did, the multiple tours we took across the east coast with its own set of anecdotes, the ministry activities that yielded fruitful results for the Kingdom of God, and the bonding that occurred with literally hundreds of teens, reinvigorated churchgoers and institutional believers
The second was when our choir director broke out the music of the Fisherman's Union, and you could absolutely not believe the beauty, resonance and harmony of these matured voices as the music filled the house and neighborhood. Oh My Gosh. At the end they sang the Hallelujah Chorus and at the end, there was hardly a dry eye in the house. Unbelievable.
Marilyn and I were overwhelmed with their love and, frankly, a little embarrassed about the ubiquity of the their admiration. I was gratified that Marilyn was expansively lauded as a model and admired part of their lives; gratified because she was always the quiet, workaholic on their behalf, and generally "in the background". Well, not to them.
They honored us with engraved Adirondack chairs the says "Fisherman's Union" on the back of the chair and "Thanks Joe and Marilyn" on the bottom front. Unbelievable. They'll ship them to Seattle for us.
So, we left there Sunday morning, drained but exhilerated, full of gratitude for our involvement and influence on so many lives, but also humbled by what it meant, what it did, and what will be a permant addition to the lives of these close friends. Unbelieveable.