I’m bored. Oh, and I moved to West Virginia.

I must admit I got kind of disappointed that no one wrote or called or personally visited and asked me to start blogging again. I enjoyed the Star Trek-like fan following, when people would write in and beg for the blogging to continue, and alas, I always acquiesced and the writing resumed once more. But apparently when I got busy, everyone else did too, because no one really seemed to notice that my writing had stopped until I was too far gone, beyond the point of return, already cancelled and scratched from next season’s lineup. I believe that I am now beginning to write again, on a fairly regular basis. It would be a lot easier for me if I had an editor breathing down my neck, demanding 800 words by tomorrow at lunch, but I suppose I will make due without the luxury of a deadline.

For those of you who don’t know already, I moved to West Virginia. Harpers Ferry, West Virginia to be exact. It’s located at the extreme eastern tip of the panhandle, right where the Potomac and Shenendoah Rivers meet. An hour to the east will put you in Baltimore, and an hour fifteen to the southeast affords some shade underneath the Washington Monument. Actually, Harpers Ferry is where the our Civil War more or less started, so there’s a fair amount of history all around. John Brown was hanged in nearby Martinsburg, Antietam Battlefield is about 25 minutes away, and a round trip to Gettysburg and back will still leave some fuel in your tank.

I’m out here working at the Harpers Ferry KOA, under the management of my good friend Nate Lail. Currently I manage the snack shop, hidden away in the game room, next to the gym and the pool. It’s been an interesting job to this point, working with a couple of high school girls, ordering food but never knowing exactly what company I’m ordering from, and trying to make a profit in a season that, to this point, has been marked by low attendance and even less snack shoppers. I have a small apartment here just off the campground, where I take a short 4 minute walk to work every morning. Off to the east I can see the ridgeline that hosts part of the Appalachian Trail (actually, Harpers Ferry was our starting point when I hiked the Appalachian, so I’ve hiked that whole ridgeline. Kind of cool to know.)

So here I am, sitting in the laundromat, following suit of so many great authors who got their start sitting on top of a washing machine, waiting for their clothes to dry. I can’t say that I hope to make many visits to this laundromat, being that just a small amount of dirty clothes cost me four bones to clean, but while I’m here you can rest assured you will get some great, insightful writing for your reading enjoyment.

For those of you who are wondering, I do plan on having a career in something other than snack shop management. I had several talks with a church in Alabama before they hired someone else to be their technical director, and actually just this morning my grandmother called me to let me know about a church in St. Louis who is looking for the same. Already I’ve discovered a lot of things about my vocation. I miss working in the PPAC a lot. Not so much the crap we had to put up with there, but the job itself. I love doing the staging, audio, lighting and video stuff. I love working with the worship bands and being a part of the creative design teams for worship services. I also know that every time I’ve been to church in the past few months, I can’t help but feel unfulfilled by just sitting in services. Yesterday I went to Covenant Life Church where they not only had a regular service, but after the fact had what they called “Serv Fest,” which is their push to get more people involved in the church, everywhere from the nursery to technology to parking attendants. As I sat there and listened to the whole spiel about once a month service and so on, it just wasn’t acceptable to me. I can’t be involved once a month. I need to be an integral part of the services, on a weekly basis. Honestly, I think that why I had problems finding a church to call home during college. Now, granted I accept that a lot of my dissatisfaction in churches comes from my own selfish arrogance, when I sit through week after week and think to myself, “I could do that better.” “This could be done better.” “I don’t know why they did that the way they did.” But maybe, just maybe–that is a byproduct of passion, of creativity and confidence. I see a lot of things that can be done better because I know from training and experience how they can be. I see the details, and to many people they may not be a big thing, but they are to me. They make a difference (the difference between average and excellent). I know that God has gifted me and enabled me in some pretty incredible ways, and while that means running a decent operation in a snack shop, I know it’s more than that. God has things in store for me, that much I know. ***The author has removed the last line from this article***