Galatians 2:20a
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not i, but Christ liveth in me:
My Life Verse

Ephesians 6:6

Not with eyeservice, as men pleasers; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart;

Monday, January 26, 2009

Rush Night 2009...Alpha Omega Watchmen on the rise=)

We survived rush night and i only broke down crying 3 times..=) only because i didn't think the walls would look good and we wouldn't have towers or watchmen...which was the whole purpose of building the castle. But in the end God taught me again that i should just trust Him and that if it is for His glory it will all come together. It did take the better part of an hour to get the walls standing and while the guys were working on that there wasn't a whole lot for us to do. But once they got up i didn't have time to breath.

We were judged on:
1. Best use of wall space
2. Best use of floor space
3. Best us of overall space
4. Most Artistic
5. Stayed best with color theme
6. Best Drink
7. Best Treat or dessert
8. Tastiest food choice
9. Most Creative setup
10. Harmony of mascot and verse
11. Best Display of verse
12. Most consistent with theme
13. Most effort in putting together display
14. Best overall display
15. Which team would you most likely join

I am proud of my team and glad to announce that we received first place in all but four of these categories! ( #'s 1,2,5,6)

We also won best skit! (THANKS MAEGAN!!!!=) Watchman and Wobin....=)

and we got 1st and 2nd in the frozen t-shirt competition.

It was the most stressful thing i have ever done in my life but i can gladly look back now and say that is was one of the funnest things i've done and a great accomplishment.

Here are some pics of us setting up.

Workin on the walls.

Miranda and Ashley Spray Painting to improve the appearance of our walls.

Daddy and AJ working on my beloved drawbridge.

Megan and brick brigade. =)

Dustin, Jacob, Ms. Denese, and me putting up the interior of the walls.

The walls not going up very fast in the first hour.

Me...doing something...

Justin stapling cardboard to make our castle look awesome.

Jacob doing who knows what.=)

The castle starting to look like a castle =) yae.

LOOK AT OUR WATCHMEN....aren't they AWESOME!!!! Thanks Ms. Tina for making them!
I don't have pics of the final product but i will have some later this week.


Lynne Campbell said...

Everything did come together and there were so many hands that were helping. Many Hands Make Light Work. What a blessing everyone was. Congrats ot both teams for a successful Rush Night!

Make a Joyful Noise said...

Hey Rach, You are right it was awesome and sooooooooooo much fun but I am glad it is over,to much stress. I will have to say that the WATCHMEN stomped them!!! We need to work really hard to beat them in the whole thing. Hey how come I am not in any of the pictures. I was workin hard too.:) I was there working you know!

Make a Joyful Noise said...

Oh Yeah, I think you mean 2009 don't you? Hehe

Not I But Christ said...

You were in skit practice when she was takin pics i think...i'll check i might have one....

GodisSoGood said...

You need to capitalize the H in him at the beginning!!!!!!!

I Have Been Blessed!!!!


In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to
catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some
were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw
a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name
of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
- Brian Moore