A Hero...Part UNO

Okay...so here is the deal. I have been wanting to do a series of posts on my heros. Some may seem lame...some may cause you to think. Some may catch your attention. Some may need to be re-evaluated later...

Definition of a Hero...
Hero .n
1.In mythology and legend, a man, often of divine ancestry, who is endowed with great courage and strength, celebrated for his bold exploits, and favored by the gods.
2.A person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his or her life: soldiers and nurses who were heroes in an unpopular war.
3.A person noted for special achievement in a particular field: the heroes of medicine. See Synonyms at celebrity.
4.The principal male character in a novel, poem, or dramatic presentation.

Growing up as a kid I had many heros. I wanted to be a hero myself. I wanted to be a fire fighter and save lives. I wanted to be good. I wanted to fight evil. I wanted my own action figure. IT NEVER HAPPENED!!!

I was a huge fan of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I had underwear. T-shirts. Tank tops. Hats. Shorts. Socks. Parties. Figures. Kites. Videos...You name it I had the Turtles.

We used to play the Turtles on my street. I was always Michealangelo. My bro was the bad guy ...and my sister was always April. We were mean to her. We would kill her off immediately because she was a girl. She would always ask "can I be undead yet?" And I would reply "No!"

Michealangelo appeals to me for a couple of reasons.

1. He is a party animal
2. He is brash
3. He got the lady
4. He was Orange (My favorite color used to be orange...therefor favorite character was orange)
5. He had Nun-Chucks (sorry to all the nuns and Chucks out there. I wish not to hurt your feelings...)

What was there not to like??? Seriously...who was your favorite turtle?



Another side to the Michealangelo thing was the fact that the TV show actually got me into art. Yes, the Turtles were named after famous artists. And one that I really like is Michealangelo. I do not know enough about him, but I wish to learn more.

Here is what I do know...that I like: He was an Italian sculptor, painter, architect and poet. He was one of the founders of the High Renaissance and, in his later years, one of the principal exponents of Mannerism.

This dude kicked butt! Seriously. Check out this poem...so geniusly entitled...


POEM

by: Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)

AVISHED by all that to the eyes is fair,
Yet hungry for the joys that truly bless,
My soul can find no stair
To mount to heaven, save earth's loveliness.
For from the stars above
Descends a glorious light
That lifts our longing to their highest height
And bears the name of love.
Nor is there aught can move
A gentle heart, or purge or make it wise,
But beauty and the starlight of her eyes.





So folks...two heros...two influences. One great man. One great Turtle.

These are my heros for today.

3 movies with 3 opinions

Mission Impossible 3:
I went to see this a few weeks ago. I enjoyed the first one when it came out. The second was fair. The third was trash. Here is why: Tom Cruise is no longer a good actor, not because of his shenanigans in the news. Because he is no longer appealing...or even a good actor...seriously...he has played the same role...over and over and over again. Second, How many times can Cruise almost die but not die in the movie? Seriously...it was like the line in "A Princess Bride," "He is only mostly dead, not all dead." Honestly...too many close calls for my likeing. And well finally...the story goes no where. No new tricks. Nothing that catchy really. A few good stunts. A few good laughs. A few old friends. But this movie is a one time kick back and forget about it kind of deal!



Over the Hedge:
Cartoons are great. Especially this one. One that is based off of a daily comic strip. How could you go wrong? You can't. With music by Ben Folds you begin to understand as well that this movie kicks butt!
From the very beginning song to the ending credits (yes you need to stay to the end) you are enticed, enchanted, and enveloped into a world of crazy critters just wanting a little food to survive. An all-star cast also helps boost the ratings of this flick.
Go out and see it! Then go buy the DVD and place it next to The Incredible, Toy Story, and Finding Nemo!
Honestly you will laugh throughout the entire movie...and walk away wondering if animals do actually think the way these animals do...and you will also wonder if there will be a sequal...

HMMM...


The Davinci Code:

First off, read the book...loved it. Get past all of the weird crap in it. And embrace the FACT, um, the only fact about the book...it is fiction. It is a story. IT is in FACT good story telling and you will enjoy it.

Dan Brown has created a wonderful world of fantasy, art, puzzles, eye tingling highlights, and some very memorable characters.

The movie however brings this all to life. And I was pleased. "Really?", you say. YES! Get past the fact that Tom Hanks does not fit the role well enough, or that his hair is horrible and way to...to...animalish to look at, and watch out it could and can and will scare many children and old ladies with canes!!! and you my friend could actually learn to love this movie.

Ron Howard has done a good job with bringing the book to the screen. He has done better than I expected to see. I have been reading the reviews and the critics hate it. And yet when the critics seem to hate something, I tend to like it.

I like this movie...go see it, for the thrill, the ride, the puzzle, the fun, the characters, and yes even Tom Cruise and his funky hair.

Some may be offended. Some might not. But remember class, it is what???

Thats right....FICTION!!!

Sermon Notes...

John 6:22-60
"Jesus, the Bread of Life"
22 The next day the crowd that had stayed on the far shore saw that the disciples had taken the only boat, and they realized Jesus had not gone with them.23 Several boats from Tiberias landed near the place where the Lord had blessed the bread and the people had eaten.24 So when the crowd saw that neither Jesus nor his disciples were there, they got into the boats and went across to Capernaum to look for him.25 They found him on the other side of the lake and asked, "Rabbi, when did you get here?"
26 Jesus replied, "I tell you the truth, you want to be with me because I fed you, not because you understood the miraculous signs.27 But don't be so concerned about perishable things like food. Spend your energy seeking the eternal life that the Son of Man* can give you. For God the Father has given me the seal of his approval."
28 They replied, "We want to perform God's works, too. What should we do?"
29 Jesus told them, "This is the only work God wants from you: Believe in the one he has sent."
30 They answered, "Show us a miraculous sign if you want us to believe in you. What can you do?31 After all, our ancestors ate manna while they journeyed through the wilderness! The Scriptures say, `Moses gave them bread from heaven to eat.'*"
32 Jesus said, "I tell you the truth, Moses didn't give you bread from heaven. My Father did. And now he offers you the true bread from heaven.33 The true bread of God is the one who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world."
34 "Sir," they said, "give us that bread every day."
35 Jesus replied, "I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry again. Whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.36 But you haven't believed in me even though you have seen me.37 However, those the Father has given me will come to me, and I will never reject them.38 For I have come down from heaven to do the will of God who sent me, not to do my own will.39 And this is the will of God, that I should not lose even one of all those he has given me, but that I should raise them up at the last day.40 For it is my Father's will that all who see his Son and believe in him should have eternal life. I will raise them up at the last day."
41 Then the people* began to murmur in disagreement because he had said, "I am the bread that came down from heaven."42 They said, "Isn't this Jesus, the son of Joseph? We know his father and mother. How can he say, `I came down from heaven'?"
43 But Jesus replied, "Stop complaining about what I said.44 For no one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws them to me, and at the last day I will raise them up.45 As it is written in the Scriptures,* `They will all be taught by God.' Everyone who listens to the Father and learns from him comes to me.46 (Not that anyone has ever seen the Father; only I, who was sent from God, have seen him.)
47 "I tell you the truth, anyone who believes has eternal life.48 Yes, I am the bread of life!49 Your ancestors ate manna in the wilderness, but they all died.50 Anyone who eats the bread from heaven, however, will never die.51 I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Anyone who eats this bread will live forever; and this bread, which I will offer so the world may live, is my flesh."
52 Then the people began arguing with each other about what he meant. "How can this man give us his flesh to eat?" they asked.
53 So Jesus said again, "I tell you the truth, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you cannot have eternal life within you.54 But anyone who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise that person at the last day.55 For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink.56 Anyone who eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in him.57 I live because of the living Father who sent me; in the same way, anyone who feeds on me will live because of me.58 I am the true bread that came down from heaven. Anyone who eats this bread will not die as your ancestors did (even though they ate the manna) but will live forever."
59 He said these things while he was teaching in the synagogue in Capernaum.

Many Disciples Desert Jesus
60 Many of his disciples said, "This is very hard to understand. How can anyone accept it?"

okay...cool. Now What?

Here are some of my thoughts that I scribbled down in the service.

How often do I percieve my relationship with Christ as a cakewalk? How often do I rack up sins and failures only to pled and beg to be forgiven just before the blazing sun sets and fades? HOW OFTEN?!?!?!?

If the disciples had difficulty (verse 60) following Christ's commands (and they were intamately linnked to Christ) and aksed Him how can this be done? Should I be on my knees and in constant longing and desire to embrace Christ more? I have not seen of walked with Him. I cannot know or understand much. I cannot be hand fed. I must learn to feed and long to be fed by Him? Right???

Theres more...but I am not sure how to write it...

Bowling

I went bowling tonight! Right. I love bowling. I am good at bowling. Or perhaps that is my twisted ego thinking out loud.

Until tonight I was okay at bowling. Average some might say.

But tonight I sucketh!!! I vaccumed!!!

I pulled a Ben (This is when one thinks he will get over 100 hundred with his final bowl and then proceeds to knock some not all pins down to achieve a score of 99) Thats right I have a move!!! Check It!!!

I got beat pretty bad tonight. A couple of times...

I plan on going back...six fiddy for like four games...and some wicked rad shoes!!!

Oh yeah...the fries were good too!!!

Perhaps one day I will be able to say I beat Erin at bowling!!! Until then...I shall remain semi-not-so-good-all-in-my-head-superior-bowler!!!

Walking

I have to say. I have been on a few walks lately. And a few of these walks have been quite humourous. Now I know it is not really all that funny to laugh at other peoples fears. But...Heck I will let you decide.

Walk One:

My lady friend ( I call her lady friend. She is my girlfriend. She is wonderful. But I don't think it would be right to disclose personal things as names...so she will remain lady friend.) and I went on a walk the other night. It was in the middle of this huge business park. Not a huge trail. But good enough for walking...or so we thought. There was a nice little pond and such in the middle of the trail area. Beautiful actaully. But with the pond like thing came many bird like things. All sorts of types and sizes. Normal birds, bird birds, bats, geese, and ducks.

So my lady friend and I are walking around the trail. And one of the geese starts to make funny noises and starts to lower its neck and looks like it is about ready to nip at our shoes. Now I find this hilarious. The hoarse noise coming out of the winged fellows bill is humourus. The problem is, my lady friend has a major fear of birds and the dark. Now seperatly these are not so bad. But place the two together and you have an unbeatable combination of complete TERROR!

When the bird was doing his little song and dance...She flipped. She ran. I mean...RAN! She sqeeked and sqeeled. She was seriously afraid. I hugged her and tried to comfort, but I found the situation rather funny. I laughed. No, not just some smirk. Not a chuckle. No, I was doubled over in hysterics...and then I felt bad. We quickly ran away and found a much better place to talk and watch the stars. About 35 minutes away...

Walk Two:

Last night. Her and I were walking again. I love our walks. I enjoy our walks. I enjoy holding her hand and talking about absolutely nothing and yet everything all at once. I like how she gets closer and closer when it gets darker and darker.

We have a special trail that we have been to a few times now. It is within a safe walking distance from her apartment. It is a little nature trail that is hidding between to competing apartment complexes and then goes out into a wetland sort of area.

Well we begin walking. We chose a different path than we have been on before. We begin our adenture down the winding and unknown trail. We are talking about magazines and wedding dresses. (No, need to panic. The wedding dress question was just a curious question.) We are holding hands. And as I said before, the darker it gets, the closer she gets to me.

Well she is about to answer the wedding dress question when off to her left something rabid, scary, and deathly lethal comes out of the bushes. She screams of course. I laugh. (defense mechanism) And her nails begin to dig into my ever so NOT skinny BUT very flat tire-ish flabdominals.

I leave her and go to figure out what the little thing is. I take a few steps. Chirp chrip.

"It's a little bird" I whisper back to her.

"I am afraid of birds" She cries

I chase it for a little while. It seems to be hurt. I want to help.

"Come back to me" arms flailing and heart racing she cries.

I come back. I don't run. I walk with purpose. Or thats what I thought.

We hug. And then continue on. I convince her it will be fine.

Yea...That is until the cat jumps out of the bushes off to her left. This time the nails go deeper. And there is no way she is going to continue on this trail.

We immediately turn around. She is breathless. She is afraid. Really afraid. When I asked what she was afraid of a few days before. I didn't really understand how bad this fear of birds and the dark were. I was worried. I was geniunely not understanding. And I thought. Well Ben, this is where you have to think not just of yourself but her needs and fears as well. You have to comfort. I didn't know how.

My sides hurt. I foud the situation laughable. Just as much as the two of us walking into a spider web at the entrance of the trail and both of us flailing like mad people. I know that someday she will she the little bird running scared from her as laughable. But today...well, you decide.

Beach fascination

On mothers day...after the ritual dinner at the Speghetti Factory...My sister, Brother-in-law to be, Lady friend, and I went to the beach spur of the moment. We left at about 8 and got to the beach at 9ish.

There is something about the ride to the beach that pulls me in and takes not only my breath but my wonder as well. Hugging curves as the car pointedly makes split decisions on how and when to turn. Embracing trees right and left. Noticing certain things that I havent noticed before and I have gone to the beach a lot. Thanking God for a beautiful day. Wondering what the sunset will hold in store...and if we will get to see it on beach front property or somewhere between the trees and coast line.

I enjoy the beach. And at the same time, I wouldn't want to the explore it alone. I have much respect for the most untamable thing on this planet. I have awe for what the horizon brings and what those crashing waves mean. I am afraid of the depths of the ocean, but the reason is because it is so unpredictable.

This evenings trip would not be too unpredictable. In fact, it would be one of the better moments I have had in worship in a long time.

The night was clear. Stars were blanketing the sky and illuminating the shoreline perfectly. The moon was a understandable size. The waves were crashing. The air was brisk and cool. Thermal underwear long sleeve would be fine.

The four of us ventured out across the cool sand. No one going anywhere in particular. Just wandering and being. And then we saw it. We ran to it. We hoped we could salvage it.

So far upon our journey there were freckles of fires scattered across the entrance to the open waves.

We had just found a flame that had recently been covered with sand, but some of the hot coles were still burning. We huffed and puffed. Found twigs. Threw in a few old reciepts.Found copius amounts of kindling. The girls discovered and recovered a few hefty logs to stoke the flames. We blew...we breathed...we inhaled smoke...we burned our eyes...we burned our hands...we re-created fire. Fire!!!

You wouldn't think that four people huddled around a small fire would be beautiful. But to me it was. To us we were in our own little world and even more so individual worlds. We gazed at God's creation as if we had never seen the burning specks that lit the night sky before. We breathed in the cool air as if it were more refreshing than it really was.

As we sat there talking. Being. Listening. Thinking. Playing old games such as I never. I found myself thinking of about a fire that started years ago. And how only weeks before, I had been working at rekindling that fire and giving it life again.

I was in eigth grade, she was in seventh. I didn't know her or even notice her until she was pointed out to me by my middle school director. I was captivated. I was stung. I was feeling weird. I was speechless.

I remember her grey sweatshirt that she was wearing. Her brown hair fairly long. Her fragile hands. Her smile that could disarm and entire task force. HER.

It took me a month before I asked her out. I was young and stupid. I was crazy. She was crazy enough to say yes. We were funny.

Nine months later I got disctracted and ended it.

I never forgave myself. I could never really talk to her. I was afraid. But the crazy thing was I noticed her. I knew her moves. I knew what she was doing and who she was dating. I recorded every memory. I can recall most even today. I was jealous and I was full of loss. But I was a boy and chased other people. But a certain song would come on the radio and I was back, she was back. I would get tingles. Still do get tingles. I actually really don't know if I like the song anymore. I might have ruined it. Not that I can ruin a song when I didn't compose it.

Anyways.

I began trying to make contact again. About 6 years later. I began to check up on her more often. I began to care more. But I still felt sorry for leaving her way back then.

Then I left for India. There were other crushes and so forth. There were close calls. There was life.

But I knew I would pursue that flame again when I came home. I knew I would try to figure things out. I knew I had questions. I knew.

And about a month ago today...her and I drove to the beach in the middle of the night. Frosty's in hand. Talking.

I had to apologize. She forgave me...before I even finished. I finished though. I wasn't sure what to say. I never planned anything. I hand't planned on having the talk this soon. I thought I would ask her to dinner and a movie...but the opportunity never came. So here we were racing to the beach in the middle of the night. We re-stoked the fire that night. We decided to say yes to a journey...although we don't know where it will lead. We are excited. We are scared. WE ARE.

Sitting next to her on mothers day. Moon in sky. Fire in sight. Dreams of what may come. Holding her hand. Wondering. I realized that the fire the four of us had just brought back to life. Was not much different than the one that Her and I had just started again after seven years.

I have a fascination with the beach. Fascination with stars. Fascination with fire...now. And a fascination with HER.

Wondering

I think my favorite thing about us
Is that your always on my mind
I am thinking of some memory
Or some question to ask of you
At times I feel more adequately pathetic
Than completely put together
Thats just my insecurities talking out loud
We all have worries and fears
Mine just seem to scream a littler louder than most
I am always dreaming of what may come
And come what may, I know nothing of at all
I know I like your warmth
I know I like your smile
I know I like your heart
And I know I like your mysterious ways
But I want you to know
I am not looking for a pretty princess
Even though I will treat you like one
I will not have lots of money
I will not think like the rest of the world
I will not let anyone harm you
And I will not let go of your hand
I hold no fancy keys to hearts or homes
My life is not made up of physical dreams of wealth
But dreams to share this passion with the world
I have no reason to believe that this will last
But I do believe it will however
The only hope I have in us
Is put completely in being committed to Him
I know He will be our foundation
I know He will stand by our side
I know He will guide us in our lives
And I know that without Him we cannot survive
I want purity and I know at times I lack it
I pray for righteousness and holiness
But I am sure I will fail and fall broken
I know I cannot call timeout and puase this
There is no walking away and banking on Tivo to record this
I will not run away
I will not fade away
I will not leave you alone
And I will not let you escape my mind

This is us. This is now. This is beautiful...
This is life with you.

Klemtu 2006

Dear friends and family,

It’s time to go exploring again, but first let’s go on a little journey to the past…

Five years ago I had the opportunity to go on a short trip to Klemtu, B.C. On that trip I was able to build relationships with the locals. The trip was centered around gaining trust and spending our days hanging out with the students of Klemtu. This is something that I have always enjoyed doing. My heart and passion are to see God’s children knowing Him and then making Him known.

Klemtu is where I met Brandon, a basketball loving guy like me. Brandon and I spent many hours in the day and night talking and building a friendship. I never got the chance to share Christ with him verbally, but I know Christ was seen by Brandon. When it was time to leave Klemtu, Brandon told me I had to come back. And I told him I would try to come back as soon as possible. Then he handed me his only pair of sunglasses and told me to give them back to him when I came back again.

Five years later I still have the sunglasses. I have fond memories of Brandon and many other Klemtu students. And this year I have once more an opportunity to build upon those relationships I began so long ago. I will be apart of a team of about 27 people going to Klemtu this summer. 14 high schoolers, 8 adults, and 5 children will be journeying to Klemtu July 28th-August 11th. We will be running a Marriage conference and once more doing Kids club, and there may be a new ministry this year to the jr high/ high school students.

My role on this trip will be to build upon past relationships. Make new friends. Share Christ love to a hurting community. And keep a few High school students in line. It’s the keeping the students in line that I am most looking forward to. I long to see the youth of today passionate about sharing Christ with the rest of the world. What a great opportunity to encourage and grow the gifts of these students. What a great opportunity to see Christ moving forward because of a handful of amazing students.

Will you join with me on this wonderful experience? Will you pray for our Klemtu team this summer? Will you pray for the hurting community of Klemtu? Will you possibly financially support me or other individuals on this team? I would like to challenge you to do so. I would like to join with you in proclaiming Christ to the broken and abused people of this world…the question is will you say YES?

If you would like to pray for me, I will be giving prayer updates between now and until the end of the trip. I would love to have you involved in this way. For we know that nothing can be done without the will of God and the prayers of his people.

As for the financial side of things. This year each member of the Klemtu team has been asked to raise $1,000 for the trip. I pay $333 out of my pocket, but the other portion has to come from you. If you would like to support me, please send a check or cash donation to:
Village Baptist Church
330 SW Murray Blvd
Beaverton OR
Attn: Benjamin Christensen

All monies should be above and beyond your normal tithe offerings.

Tunage

1.Lyle Lovett-Nobody knows me like my baby
2.Matt Wertz-Red meets blue
3.Switchfoot-Chem 6A
4.LUX-December
5.Counting Crows-Hanging Around
6.Augustana-Boston
7.Snow Patrol-Hands open
8.The Wreckers-Long ride home
9.David Wilcox-Good together
10.Bobby Mcferrin-Don't worry (be happy)

Light Reading

Radical Reformission-Mark Driscoll
Searching for God knows what-Donald Miller
One Church Many Tribes-Richard Twiss
Inside out Worship-Matt Redman
The Wind in the Willows-Kenneth Grahame (Again)
i am not but I know I AM-Louie Giglio

Klemtu

This past weekend I went to Klemtu once again. I didn't realize how much I had missed the place. The people are on my mind daily. My passion is to see them recognize and someday worship Christ with everything they have.

We did a marriage conference and a kids club. In my opinion both went well.

I took my first water plane ride...amazing!!! Smooth.

I can't wait to come back this summer...with 14 high schoolers.


pictures to come soon....

Switchfoot and a haircut

May 1st 2006-

Last night a good friend and I drove to Eugene, Oregon to see Switchfoot takeover the McDonald Theater. The ride down was composed of laughs and seriousness, dreams and failures, but most of all good times.

The McDonald theater was a nice little joint. I have not been pleased with the latest Switchfoot shows in bigger venues. This venue was perfect for the lovers of the old intimate Switchfoot shosws.

Lovedrug opened up for Switchfoot. Good sound. Good guys. Good music. I was pleasantly surprised by Lovedrug. As usual when seeing a new band, I sat back and just breathed it all in. And man was the breathing good. Especially the more laid back tunes screaming from the piano and high toned voice of the lead singer. I will let you do your own searching on these guys...hint: its worth the work.

After LD's 30 minute set...the Foot took the stage. And once again I was in a world that I have missed for a while. The world of singing songs at the top of your lungs until you cant hear you voice anymore because it has escaped to somewhere else. A world where ears should be bleeding by the end of the chaos. But chaos is not the right phrase...perhaps a journey or experience or long road traveled to the heart of Worship would work better.

Some of you just coughed on your coffee right then. I did use the term worship and Switchfoot in the same sentence. No, not the kind of Idol worship that you see when Bono and his bandmates take a stage by storm. No, this is the worship that comes from a heart longing for his creator. The kind of worship that is acceptable to our author and playwrite. I was in a state of wonder and awe for my God. Not because of talent or skills. Not because of mad beats or crazy riffs. No, I was moved to worship God through rock and roll.

I also have a few good memories to share from the experience.

I wore my India Cricket jersey on purpose to the show. I wore it beacause I knew Jon would see it. I knew he would comment. I knew that Lowercase people dot com would be explained. I know that the Dalits would get a little bit more time on a platform. So when Jon came over to my side of the stage to sing a little tune...I ripped off my shirt and held it up high for him to see and for everyone else to bare witness to. India would have a voice at this show. Jon finished the song and shared about India and yes I got a little recognition as the India shirt guy.

One more point for India.

Two songs later I yelled out a suggested song from the crowd. "Chem 6A!!!" Jon, no doubt heard my cry for the oldie. And I expected nothing less than him immediately playing the tune. But I did not expect what happened next.

Jon asked who yelled out Chem 6A? I raised my hand happily. He came over to my side of the stage and said...okay...we will play the song, but only if we get to cut your hair.

I was like..."okay!"

Then he continued..."we are going to cut your hair. But our stage manager is going to do it. You still in?"

"heck ya!"

"okay, there is more...he is going to do it with wire cutters. you still cool with this?"

"um...yeah...its for the crowd" pointing towards the crowd.

"He wants you to know that this is for all of you." pointing to the crowd.

three second later I am on stage hugging Jon. He asks me my name. I tell him...and I remind him that we spent a week to gether in India. He immediately hugs me and asks how I have been. I hand him an indian wrist band...and the song begins...my hair begins to get cut. The crowd is crazy. I am loving it. Jon comes over towards the end of the song...and lets me sing the finall chorus...and I am stoked!!!

after the song is over...Jon tells the crowd that I kept him alive for a week in India...I go nuts...more hugs...and the show continues.

I love Switchfoot. I love their music. I love their shows. I love Switchfoot haircuts.