"The One He Wrote On Sunday."

Well, that does it for Intensives, which I was ready for because I was ready to dive into the regular class schedule. Tomorrow I have a Camera operations class, on Tuesday a Christian Doctrine class,  and then Wednesday we have Personal Evangelism and New Testament followed by three tutorial classes (they are like mini sessions that just recap what we have learned)  back to back in the afternoon.

Tonight, was an event called Sunday Night Live that Hillsong does every Sunday for the month of August to kick off the second half of the year. It was a mix of media and a sort of live drama feel to present messages. I actually really liked the style and creativity behind it. One of the things I really want to do when I get home is to equip churches with the some creative media outlets. I feel like heaps of churches would actually really love to have their hands on some modern creative media resources, they just don't know who could do it. A video here and there every month I think would be a good start.

Speaking of videos, I casted 2/3 of my actors this week for my short film. I want to try shooting this weekend, but I still have to have tons of hoops to hop through before then (script revisions, setting a location, booking out equipment, checking everyone's schedule, ect.). This whole project seems to be growing a little more overwhelming each day, but by having a solid script written, it's much easier to get a handle on everything and have everyone on the same page.


My sister Anna might be coming down in October to go to New Zealand  with me. I'm really hoping it works out,  I 'm hungry for some adventure. Melbourne was a blast, but it was only a snack compared to the satisfaction that comes from being in the wild places of the world. I often day dream and recollect memories of scampering over boulders, fording rivers chest deep in water with my hanging by their laces around my neck and my backpack over my head, coming to that break in the tree line that opens up and allows you to see the valley of pines below. I even miss those nights of cutting up fire wood with a machete in one hand and a flash light in the other, swinging in my hammock at night and listening to the soundtrack of nature,  and the feeling of morning rain on my face and being grateful for the tarp to pull over me. I could really go on and on about this, but right now I really need to get some sleep. But while we are on the subject, I leave you with some pictures of past exploits.

This trip is probably one of my fondest memories.