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Thursday, February 08, 2007

God's transformation in my life.

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Today, I stand transformed by God. I used to be a shy, anxious, frightened, lost, awkward, and sickeningly nice person. I was a young man without a backbone. I had eyes, but no vision. And I doubted everything from life's meaning to my own salvation. I was desperate for love and acceptance, because I did not know how to accept that unconditional love that God bestows on us everyday.

I am confident, not in myself, but in God working through me. I'm confident because he created me (and all of us), with unique abilities and gifts so that we might share his love and truth in a specific and God-inspired way. I'm created by God's design and that gives me unbelievable confidence.

I am content, not because I am rich, which I'm not, or because I have great friends, which I do, but because I know that my worth comes not from people or possessions, but from God. Not only did he create me (and you), but he died for me ( and you). I'm worth that much. You're worth that much.

I know I'm loved, not because people say they love me, or need me, or think that I am great, but because God's love is unconditional and everlasting. No matter how much I screw up and fall flat on my face (which I do often, sometimes literally), I know God still loves me. His word says so.

I do not doubt my salvation, because like the great hymn says "I need no other argument,
I need no other plea, it is enough that Jesus died and that he died for me. My heart is leaning on the Word, The written Word of God, salvation by my Savior's name, salvation through His blood. I do not have a righteousness of my own, but a righteousness that is a gift of God and is by faith.

God has taught me so much through his Word and through many tough life lessons. Through times in the desert, seasons of despair, pain and hardship, hours of joy, moments of truth, and the faithful prayer of Christians, God has truly transformed my life. And the great thing about it all: the transformation is not complete. Like Paul says in Philippians 3: "Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Getting Hired from the "Do not Hire" List or My Experience at Wonderland Camp

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MY TIME AT WONDERLAND CAMP



I served 21 months, four summers, and an entire year at Wonderland Camp. In those 4 summers I served under 4 program Directors.



MR. D

My first director was the famous Mister D ("D" standing for both Ditzler, his last name and Discipline, because you didn't even want him to think that you might be doing something wrong). Now, don't be too hard on Mister D because, though he can be a hard man to work for, he had a passion and love for at-risk youth that is unmatched and a work ethic that is unbelievable. Nobody worked harder than Mister D and nobody knew camp as well as Mister D. I had the privilege of working two summers, as a counselor and then a Unit Director, under a man with 18 years of camping experience. It was privilege, an honor, and a headache all at the same time.



MR. C

Then he resigned. It was a sad affair and handled poorly. In his wake came Mr. C. His name is unimportant. He accomplished close to nothing, but it was a fortunate thing for me, because on the summer staff he leaned heavily. Along with some great co-Unit Directors (Cathleen Himes, Christian, Tricia Burton) we basically ran the camp ourselves.



With knowledge and experience from working under the Ditzlers, I was able to make a tremendous impact that summer. I've always had an opinion about how things could be run. organization. training. devotions. chapel. discipline. etc. . . and always manage to voice my opinion too (I'm honest. It's a blessing . . . and a curse). Now, Mr. C, pretended not to listen to me. But after he failed to run a succesful camp his way, he eventually came around, with no credit to my advice, of course. But somebody paid attention. It just happened to be the crazy lady . . . before she went crazy. Anyway. I got a job working as an Intern for a whole year. And Mr. C, well, he was soon to be known as Mr. C - U - Later.



LIFE AS AN INTERN

So I was an Intern. It doesn't sound too glorious, but the experience was invaluable.



I had the opportunity do many things: teach low-ropes , boating, and archery; learn CPR and First Aid; drive tractors, gators, 20-passenger vans, and motor boats; trim trees; build fires; cater food; serve in the snack shop, the office, and the beach house; work with kitchen, operations, and housekeeping staff; represent Wonderland at camp fairs; host rental groups; and plan and lead a successful teen winter-camp;



I worked with almost everyone, I had the privilege to: Move chairs with Jack, mop floors with Lilian, make beds with Shannon, pull pranks with Greg, steer tractors with Peter, serve food with Don and Judy, answer phones with Carin, build websites with JBJ, understand networking from Paul, learn guest services from Julie, shut down cabins with Art, and sit-in on meetings with Eric.



I was able to utilize my God-given gifts. I used them to: shoot camp videos; design a promotional packet; snap camp pictures; make promotional videos; reorganize audio and video equipment , operate the chapel sound system, set-up multimedia systems for groups, and build a media pc; write curriculum; produce a camp newsletter; speak in chapel to children, teens, and senior citizens; and design an internship program.



MR. MRS. B

JBJ and I were the Program Department. And loved it, until camp finally replaced Mr. C with Mr. and Mrs. B. The 3rd and 4th program directors were husband and wife. I worked under them for a summer, but was extremely under utilized. I offered my help and support, but I soon learned that my knowledge and experience was not wanted. So I performed my duties and accomplished my tasks. I had fun with the staff. And my last summer as a Unit Director I had a blast.



WHAT NOT TO DO AT CAMP

I learned a lot lessons that summer about how not to run a camp, such as: don't yell at your staff, don't gossip about your staff, don't have a "naughty" list that means nothing, don't let everyone drive camp vehicles, don't wing it every day, don't undermine your spouses authority (especially if they're your're co-director), don't be a hypocrite, don't threaten people (especially if you're not going to follow through), don't surprise people with extra work and then laugh about it . . . oh and don't tell everyone that they're your favorite person, because by definition you can only have one favorite person.



THAT GETS YOU ON THE "DO NOT HIRE LIST"

When I left after their first summer as program directors, I gave Mr. and Mrs. B three years before they would move on, but after summer #2 they, um, "resigned". They lasted a little more than a year. go figure. But, before they left, I eventually learned from my good friend Kat, I was placed on the "do not hire list". I guess my advice was more unwanted than I ever imagined. Guess that's what happens when people feel threatened.



THE VIDEOGRAPHER RETURNS

Thankfully, I was not around for summer #2. I spent the summer at NWC as a studio manager and videographer. With all the experience and knowledge I've gained while being at NWC, I decided I wanted to use my gifts again at Wonderland Camp. But nobody answered my phone calls. I later learned that Kat talked to the director. She decided to give me a second chance. After a lovely conversation, and talking about my experiences at Wonderland, I was offered a leadership position on the spot. Go figure.



TAKE IT AS A COMPLEMENT

I'm actually very glad I made it onto the "do not hire list". Besides it being a great story to tell my children someday, it just confirms that I was right all along; that I wasn't crazy, or ignorant, or just plain dumb. Everyone else was. :) So if you find yourself on some dubious "do not hire" list, consider who wrote the list. Check it twice. And unless it was written by someone you've truly admired, it might just be the list that gets you hired.



Wednesday, November 08, 2006

A Fiddler on the Roof ( And a crazy Rabbi)

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We have recently finished our 10 show run of "Fiddler on the Roof". I had a wonderful time acting in the show and spending time with an absolutely wonderful cast. It was also wonderful to see how God united us and performed miracles in our midst.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

There is a Blessing for Everything!

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One of my lines in Fiddler on the Roof is "There is a blessing for everything". I then went on to bless the sewing machine. I decided to use this authentic Jewish blessing that is supposed to be said when good things happen to others. While doing my research I realized that their really is a blessing for everything. Thus I decided to change the delivery of this line.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Me and My Beard Girl

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This a picture of me in my Rabbi costume with Sarah Lysaker (pronounced Lee-soccer). She was also affectionately known as my beard girl, because every night before the show, she would apply the spirit gum to my face and attach this beautiful grey beard created by our marvelous costumer. Thanks Sarah!

Friday, November 03, 2006

Meeting my brother's Fiancé

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My brother asked Nicole Marsh to marry him over labor day weekend 2006. She's the one that has my brother's arm around her. Also in this picture is my sister Robin and Grandma and Grandpa McConnell. This is the first time that my grandparents had met Nicole. And we were a little suprised about the engagement too. Eric said he was serious about Nicole and that he thought he would marry her. But we didn't know that meant he would propose one month later. Of course, I talked to her for the first time after they were engaged, but I already knew she was good for Eric. Everytime I was on break, I would hear my brother talking late hours into the night to Nicole. Any girl that can get my brother to talk that much, must be good for him. Their wedding is June 9th in Wisconsin. Welcome to the family Nicole! Here's a another picture of the whole family at Chilis:







Sunday, September 17, 2006

I Bleed!

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My wound is large!

I suppose should explain this picture (thanks Christina Johnson comment). I would like to say that I received this wound saving a beautiful girl in distress . . . and you should see the other guy . . . but the truth is I was playing an improvizational game called "freeze" and when we unfroze I flew over Micah Labovitch, I went down for a landing, I ducked, but I most definately didn't roll. I had horrible rug burn. It didn't hurt too much. But when I went to the nurse she had me put ice on my forehead and kept me captive for more than 20 minutes. She then placed this gigantic bandage on my head. (I then had some fun with photoshop).



Wednesday, September 13, 2006

I feel like a Blog

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I've attempted to develop a regular blogging habit before, but it's failed miserably (kinda like my attempts to lift weights). But perhaps this time will be different. This is officially my first blog! (since the last time I attempted blogging).