Jello

Imagine you're running, and you're starving. You get home and are expecting a meal to be prepared for you and you CAN'T WAIT.

You walk into the kitchen, but instead of the meal you were expecting, there's just a square of Jello.

It tastes good and is fun to eat... But when you finish, you're no less hungry. If anything, you're more hungry than before because the Jello only reminded you how much you really want and need to eat.

YC was Jello.

Yes, I did have a great time with some of my favourite people in the world... And yes, I did learn and take plenty of notes... But when you're speaking to 10,000 people, you can't speak directly to everyone. You have to pick a people group and decide that your sermon is specific to them.

At youth events, I'm never in that group.

I wasn't this weekend either. (For quite a bit of it, anyway.)

I want more. I want deeper than any youth conference will ever take me. I mean... I think I can take any message from any speaker and make it as deep or shallow as I want it to be. Which I've been trying to do. Some of the notes I've taken I've been able to develop in my mind farther than the speaker took them.

But sometimes, I want straight up. I want turkey and stuffing and potatoes and gravy and vegetables.

One speaker said that its all about the moments. But only if you protect in your heart what happens during those moments. God doesn't change. You do.

So, while YC wasn't the 'moment' I may have been expecting... Does it matter? God doesn't change - and the God I learned about and worshipped that weekend is the same God who has given me "moments" in the past.

I'm taking the Jello from this weekend and turn it into meals to last me weeks.