Monthly Archives: July 2012

Farewell Cornerstone 2012

So last week was bittersweet. When I say last week I mean LAST week like the week of July 4th. I spent 6 days sleeping on the ground, braving the hellish temperatures of the midwest in a dust ridden field surrounded by corn. Sounds awesome right? It was (minus the extreme temps and humidity). A group of young adults from the Lighthouse as well as some of my “older” adult friends made the trek to Bushnell Illinois to say goodbye to our dear friend, also known as Cornerstone Festival. For 29 years Cornerstone has been drawing all types of artistic, music loving, Jesus worshipping people from all over the country and around the world. This year was Cornerstone’s final run.

The festival itself was much smaller this year due to budget cuts and changes in the music lineup. However if you’re going to Cornerstone solely for the music scene, then you’ve got it all wrong anyway. I’ve talked a little bit about Cornerstone in past blogs, and this was actually only my third year to attend, but Cornerstone already has a huge place in my heart that is going to be near impossible to fill. I love it, because it’s such a great reminder of how different God has created us each to be. There’s such a diversity in music, in art, in personalities, in styles, in world views…and they’re all coming together with one commonality which is the gospel of Christ. The minute we try to fit someone into our “christian mold” of how we think they should look, act, dress, think etc…then we’re putting God in a box.  A really small box that leaves no room for love or genuine community.

This year’s Cornerstone did not disappoint me. The Chariot disappointed me, but Cornerstone did not. Haha! I had to get that in here somewhere. We were all sure that The Chariot would show up and play a secret finale for the very last Cornerstone, but we were all very wrong. Here are some of the highlights:

Like I said, literally surrounded by cornfields.

Hanging out at the campsite

How adorable are these two?! Those backpacks rarely came off:)

Volleyball with new friends

This was a regular sight…it was REALLY hot.

So hot that we took turns passing the spray bottle and fan.

The Anchor Mission and Come and Live tents are always a favorite with great speakers, seminars and worship. 

Good ole’ Cornerstone water bottle baptisms.

We have a talented group of individuals 

Sparklers for the fourth of July

We volunteered our group to help a woman named Mama Linda prepare and cook meals for over a hundred people. She’s a really awesome lady.  She serves two meals a day to bands, merch people and campers simply to bless them. Fun fact about Mama Linda…she attends a goth church somewhere in the middle of Illinois? Love her ministry. Also love this picture of Donnie in her apron:)

What we thought was going to be The Chariot setting up, was really just some band that decided they wanted to be finale. Then they burned down the skatepark. I was a little scared for my life, but it made for some serious excitement. 

Thank you Cornerstone for all you’ve done in the lives of thousands of people. Thank you for opening our eyes to just a small glimpse of what the kingdom of heaven should look like on earth. For allowing us to be unique individuals and for helping us celebrate that by bringing the body of believers together year after year. If I’ve learned anything from Cornerstone, it’s to remove the labels we put on ourselves and on other people. Let’s remove the labels and just be. Be who you are. Be who God created you to be. Cornerstone Music Festival community…you will be sorely missed.

P.S.- I stole all of these pictures from friend’s facebooks…thanks Heather VanZandt and Natalie Busch:)

Advertisements
Tagged , , , , ,

Right Now…Recently…Soon Will Be…

Rightnow…

I’m looking at a mess on my living room floor, trying to photograph and take measurements for Etsy items.

I’m trying my hardest not to swallow, because my throat is on FIRE.

I should be sleeping.

I’m doing everything I can not to freak out about the giant cockroach that just scurried through my line of vision.

Recently

I’ve hung out with the guys from Ascend the Hill and Least of These and discovered The Foundry, a really sick bar/restaurant right here in Dallas.

I’ve been listening to a little bit of Of Monsters and Men.

I’ve eaten way more ice cream than I should have (thank you Comfy Cow in Louisville)

I’ve been thinking about how much I’m going to miss Cornerstone and how awesome setting that boat on fire was (haha).

Soon I will be…

Contemplating some major life decisions.

Getting around to unpacking my suitcase and starting my laundry.

Plotting to take my friend out to celebrate her 30th birthday.

Planning my fall garden.

That’s about it around here. Hope all is well wherever you may be. Have a good weekend!

-Melissa

Tagged , , , , , ,

I’m pretty sure my head is still attached…I think.

Ever have one of those days where you just can’t seem to find your groove?

One of those days where you just know you’re going to lock your keys in the car (again), or spill all of your morning coffee on your brand new t-shirt on your way to meet some friends?

One of those days when you walk out of the house and have to double check to make sure you actually did put your pants on and that you grabbed your lunch off the counter because the microwave popcorn in your work cupboard just isn’t going to cut it for lunch 4 days in a row?

How about one of those days when you happen to get locked out of your apartment in your pajamas while taking that hyperactive devil puppy out for a potty break when you’re already running late for work?

What was that? No?…You don’t know what I’m talking about? I’m sure you never have days like those right? Those days don’t exist in your calm, cool and collected world, I’m sure of it.  I’m sure that I’m the only one who has those experiences (which are all sadly a little too true) and let me tell you, last week was one of those weeks. The kind of week where the expression “I’d lose my own head if it wasn’t attached to my shoulders” actually makes perfect sense.

It started when I stopped for gas and was approached by a man with a child asking for gas money to get his daughter to Corpus Christi. I politely obliged, but decided it would be a better idea to take my debit card and my life into the gas station to put money on his pump. I then drove to a quaint little thrift store about 20 minutes away, run by old ladies who as I’m told are not allowed to have any kind of technology in store because they can’t be trusted to use it:). I found a few items I wanted to purchase and upon making my way to the counter realized my wallet was not in my purse. I tried not to freak out, surely it was in the car on the seat or the floor, who knows where, but it had to be somewhere. Once I inspected every inch of the car 3 times, opened the trunk (which I hadn’t used) and emptied my already quite light purse for the 4th time I headed back inside to freak out a little. I searched the place twice thinking of any place it could possibly had fallen out of my bag. I already knew this search would be in vain, because although there are a few different rooms to shop in, it’s quite small and well…old ladies tend to talk loud so I had already heard about their craft endeavors from Pinterest and how much they hated Facebook but still use it to keep in touch, but nothing about a missing wallet. I left my phone number just in case it happened to show up. I went and searched the car one more time and then called the gas station. I don’t know if this was some type of fluke or what, but the girl on the other end told me that they didn’t have any wallets turned in and that it wasn’t there. I then assumed the worse. That I had left it in my car at the gas station and it was stolen or I dropped it on my way out and didn’t notice…. I’m now 45 minutes late for work. As I was driving, I decided as a last ditch effort I would stop at the gas station, look the attendant in the eyes and ask her if my wallet was turned in. Thankfully, to my pleasant surprise the girl handed over my wallet with all of my cards and cash still intact. Yeah, no one stole my wallet out of my car, or off the ground….I somehow managed to leave it right there on the counter and walk away without it.

I won’t bore you with all the stories from this week, but some of the highlights include:

-Getting lost in North Dallas because I missed a turn, finding my way back onto the right road just to drive 30 minutes out of the way again because I had zoned out and completely missed my exit AGAIN.

-*Disclaimer-I’m not proud of this one* Accidentally serving a woman a sour milk latte instead of a skinny latte. oops.

-Losing my debit card one more time, thankfully this time it was just in the crack between the seats in my car.

-Staying up all night packing, and not getting any sleep.

I will say however, that this week has been so much better. I’m currently visiting friends in Kentucky because I got to surprise my friend for her 30th birthday. Tomorrow morning we’re leaving and driving to Bushnell Illinois, to spend a week at the last and final Cornerstone Music Festival. Sad day. Sad day indeed, but this week is going to be great, I can’t wait. Let’s just hope I didn’t forget to pack anything important.

Tagged , , , , ,