• Audio of last week’s message

    Since there was such a clamoring of people wanting to hear it, here’s a link to the mp3 of Sunday’s message. [mp3j track="Listen now@http://fbcromeo.org./audio/service_060514.mp3" volslider="y" style="outline"]

  • Caedmon’s Call Review

    Caedmon16I am continually impressed by the success of YMX. Not only has the site continued to add members… we’ve also continued to get excellent articles and resource reviews submitted by our members.

    Amy’s review of the new Caedmon’s Call CD is the perfect example. Not only are we happy to give it "top billing" on the site, it’s also got a link directly on the Caedmon’s Call website. (Of course, I love the new "listen now" feature on the site. Having streaming audio rocks!)

    It’s very exciting to be a part of people find their voice in the world of youth ministry. It’s my position that some of the greatest minds in the church today serve adolescents… I hope that continues for a long time to come.

  • The Cliffhanger Completed

    Yesterday I had the pleasure of filling in for Bob while he and Rachel finished their much needed and well-earned vacation.

    I started my message with a story about a trip and fear [read that here] but I never finished the story. So, here goes.

    After a long series of small turns we finally turned into a driveway and headed towards their house. When we got there, we were immediately reassured to see a house and not a "killing fields." Of course, the whole idea that these people were serial killers and not normal people was silly all along! But needless to say I was relieved to find that they had a normal house.

    Our hosts were normal enough for country people. The husband never really warmed up to us but his wife was very friendly and nice. We had a nice visit and we have some fond memories from that trip. Most notably…

    1. Who needs blinds? The room in the house that we slept in on the first floor didn’t have blinds! This bugged Kristen to no end… she was really worried that she’d wake up and their 12 year old son would be staring at us. It never happened and having no blinds made for a nice way to wake up.

    2. Megan got bit by a goat. I can’t explain it, but I’ve had a long-standing fascination with goats. I was really happy to learn that their next door neighbor had a large herd of goats that he raised for the Hmong population in town. So on our visit I took Megan over to the goats to check them out. Megan was very pleased to see them and was happily feeding them when a little one chomped on her little finger! She screamed and cried… but it was just a little nip. Another fun memory.

  • It’s Sunday morning and I’m…

    Ready.

    Suprised? I am. It’s 9:15 and I don’t have much to do but… just relax and keep mentally preparing for today’s message "How do you know you can trust us?" (Philipians 3:12-21)

  • the CORE detroit

    I’m here in the lobby of Calvary Baptist Church in Canton, MI. Today I’ll be attending the CORE (a youth ministry training day) with some of my volunteers and one student.

    Well, it’s super cool that they have wireless here at the church… but it’s a bit annoying that their filter won’t even let me check my fantasy baseball score. Too weird.

  • Happy Birthday Baby Girl (aka Megan)

    Dsc06516Five years ago today Megan entered our life. It was an amazing day, with amazing memories. These last 5 years have gone by as fast as everyone said they would. It’s been like holding on to sand… you try so hard but time slips away.

    May 12th 2001, Kristen and I lived in a different universe altogether. On May 11th, we went out to eat with Bambi and Jason to an Indian Restaraunt. Kristen was 2 weeks overdue at that point and feeling quite uncomfortable. It was the last time we’d both go out as DINK’s.

    Saturday morning I went to work at 4 just like normal.
    The morning was jovial but problematic. I remember working on a piece of equipment when the phone rang. I recognized the called ID and picked up. "Adam, my water broke."

    As Kristen talked to me about how the water had broken I was left staring at my work. "How could I leave right now? This machine is in 100 pieces… I have to get it working before I go." I told Kristen I’d be home in 30 minutes.

    I slapped all the bits of equipment together, pressed go and was amazed that the machine roared to life! As I flew out the door to my car I stopped only briefly to tell my employees where I was going.

    My mind raced as I drove down the Eisenhower Expressway. I came home to find Kristen, relaxed and pain free. In classic form she was "almost ready" to go. She gathered the last few things and we headed to Northwestern Hospital in the heart of the city.

    We checked in and got situated in our room. Kristen put on a very handsome gown and I took my position in the lounge chair. I put on music and we relaxed for a while. Afterall, it was barely 10:00 AM.

    Hours went by. The pain increased and the drugs came. Our doctor was mostly absent and the nurses pretty much ran the show. I kept myself busy with trips to the first floor lobby where I could use my phone and with watching the monitors as all the other labors progressed on one computer screen.

    Finally, things got serious and the pushing began. Maybe an hour or so later… out came Megan. (OK, it wasn’t as simple as I made it sound… but it’s a birthday story!) As the staff whisked her away to get cleaned up I looked at Kristen and told her how great it was to have Paul in our lives and how proud I was of her. That’s right, I said "Paul."

    We didn’t know Megan was a girl right away. We’d had a few ultrasounds that very confidently told us we were having a boy. So the staff didn’t even announce "It’s a girl!" to us when she was born. It wasn’t for a few minutes… until I had the video camera out and had to triple check…

    I went to Kristen and said "Our boy doesn’t have a peice" and that is how Kristen found out it was Megan and not Paul. (Paul came 26 months later)

    The next hours were a blur of happiness. New grandparents came, phone calls were made, lots of pictures were taken, and mom fell asleep.

    That first night Megan and I really bonded.
    I was absolutely wired and couldn’t imagine sleeping so soon after the baby was born. So while Kristen slept in the room I took Megan to the nursery and we just hung out. She stared at me and I stared at her. We talked, she slept, and I fell in love with her little hands, feet, eyes, and all the noises she made and things that she did. It was the beginning of a special relationship that will last the rest of my life. We can still look at each other like that.

    Five years? Oh, the things she can do now. She has steadily changed from a little baby girl to my big girl to now… a kid who climbs stuff and has lots of friends and is learning how to ride a bike. As I think about this year and the 5 years to come I wonder about what she’ll be like at 10 years old. There are so many things I can’t wait to see… but like every other parent… I just want to hold on.

  • Heading back again

    Youthministryleadershipmasters2After hemming and hawing around the subject for a while I registered for 2 courses today. This summer I’ll be taking Leadership Movements in Youth Ministry and later in the fall I’ll be enrolled in Thinking Theologically in Youth Ministry.

    Both are still with Huntington but are in their new Masters in Youth Ministry Leadership program. I’ve jumped ship on their more traditional coursework to hit this cutting edge method. The brilliance of it is that it incorporates the strength of Huntington’s program with the best professors on the undergraduate level who teach adjunctly in the graduate school. Also new for the second course is meeting at the National Youth Workers Convention. We’ll be spending two days in the classroom with the third day using the people at the convention as our labratory.

  • Rain!

    Grass1
    The last 12 hours or so have seen Romeo getting the spring soaking that we’ve needed for weeks. Why do I care?

    For a few weeks now we’ve been prepping the yard and our exterior for June 11th, Andrea’s graduation party. We’re happy to host this big event for a student… but it’s put some pressure on us to get stuff done.

    The front yard has perked up and been fine. But the backyard hasn’t really grown. I would just hate to have a lot of people over and have them think… "Gosh, what’s wrong with these people’s yard?" We really do love our house and our yard and we want it to show!

  • Light Force Recap

    Lightforcelogo1_1Thankfully I’ve done this long enough to know that being in youth group in May tends to be weird. The students are what we call "squirrly" and I’m also at a point in our series where I want to both finish strong and just finish it.

    Last night when I was talking about Noah I knew I was in trouble when I said the word "sex." It wasn’t an embarassment thing for them, it just got their minds wandering. A giggle here and a giggle there. Some weird looks, some side conversations. (Especially when you talk about humans having sex with non-humans… boy that set them off!)

    I’ve learned the hard way not to take questions. About 4 years ago I was talking in our middle school group from Genesis when a hand went up. A very innocent and serious 12 year old girl asked "Pastor Adam, what does it mean to be circumsised?" I fumbled around a little bit about cutting foreskin… then I said, the best thing to do is read Genesis 17 and if she still didn’t get it, to ask her dad.

    I’m not exempt from stupid questions that disrupt things. As a junior at Moody I raised my hand and asked in a Genesis class as we studied Genesis 17, "So who do you think went first? Or did God’s commandment come with some instructions? I mean, how did Abraham know how to do that?"

  • Watch out for this mom

    ExlaxPut this under "things Adam never thought would be against the law."

    A North New Portland woman

    accused of helping her daughter make

    cookies laced with the laxative Ex-Lax

    appeared before a judge Monday and pleaded

    innocent to a single charge of misdemeanor

    assault. Read the story now

    According to the article, the lady and her daughter made the cookies to get back at the teacher for a low grade. 

    Thanks to marko for this story