Saturday, 3am – back at Avondale house we’re still working; we’re getting delirious, but it’s so fun. The laughter and banter around the table and our laptops, everyone writing or combing through our archives for pictures to use, some doing photoshop work, some cleaning, some baking cookies for us to eat, and some just plain fooling around.
Saturday, 10am – back at it at Ulster house, Conrad’s place (he’s our main web guy). I’m with a bunch of brothers, intently and intensely staring at their screens. They don’t talk much, just once in a while, a shout of, “It’s live, ‘Life at Gracepoint’ is up guys.”
Saturday, 10pm – still here, we were supposed to release at 3pm, then 8pm, then 10pm.
“One down, a few more to go guys.”
“Okay, I’m done, what next?”
“Yes! I am the man! It’s working.”
I have these experiences often these days. Days turning into nights, into daytime again. I can’t describe the experience. We’re tired, but running on adrenaline, running on the excitement of getting these brochures out, getting the website up and running, making sure all the links work, wording every brochure just right, anticipating the 800 people streaming in to Willard, anticipating the 12,000 per month who visit our website. If I experience what it means to honor God passionately through our service, this must be something like it.