July 26, 2011 Leave a comment
This year I posted my Cornerstone writeups to Indie Vision Music. See links below:
what is the sound of truth?
July 23, 2010 Leave a comment
2010′s Saturday was much more pleasant than last year’s, primarily due to not having twelve hours of rain turn the grounds into The Passage of the Marshes. Even so, it was getting to be that time again – time to return home, and we packed up our stuff after breakfast.
Emily and I visited the merch tent one more time to look at the rain sticks, and after seeing that they were 50% off (LAST DAY!) we decided, “Let’s get the big one!” I proceeded to carry it around for the rest of the day.
July 20, 2010 Leave a comment
Friday morning included the obligatory walk to the charging station to awake my comatose phone, call home, and eat a Giant Freezie. We watched David Crowder Band sound-check for the night’s show; there was no electronically-rigged Guitar Hero controller this year, but Crowder did have some kind of keypad attached to his guitar, and Steve the robotic drumset was back there on the stage as well. Yes, the unlikely crazy-haired-and-goateed worship leader was still blowing minds with Reason and creativity….
July 17, 2010 Leave a comment
John cooked the greasy bacon while Emily scrambled the eggs. We finished in time for me and Emily to get to the Anchor tent by 10AM for the whole service, worship and all (we even spied Timbre a few yards ahead of us). Joshua preached some good stuff again about expectations and entitlements, saying it’s a worldly lie that we can be anything we want to be and do anything we want to do, and we’ll ultimately find more fulfillment anyway in doing what God wants us to do. He also encouraged us to be aware of the places of influence we are in, and a woman encouraged and prayed for all the influential young women under the tent to not be afraid or held back by others’ expectations and limitations, especially within the church.
July 14, 2010 Leave a comment
Wednesday morning, Joye prepared some precious pancakes for us all. Emily and I walked up the hill to the Anchor tent to catch the end of their morning service, where pastor Joshua something said some cool things about church unity and about getting excited for other people when you see God working in their lives and changing them. We decided to come back on time the next day and bring our Bibles like good Christians.
July 8, 2010 Leave a comment
Tuesday, as usual, was our first full day at the festival (and even though the “official programming” still didn’t “start” until Wednesday, by this year it had leaked so much into Tuesday that we could look forward to an evening with Switchfoot, a.k.a. the guinea pig band for the new location of Main Stage to make sure all was swell before a dozen bands played on it the following day).
July 6, 2010 Leave a comment
Well, well, well, the earth completed its cycle around the sun and it was time for another Cornerstone. My fourth – Emily’s fourth – our second together and our only Engaged Cornerstone – and Zach’s first! The three of us made the northward trek in my car to join our respective camp-mates at the festival.
October 1, 2009 Leave a comment
There are no photographs from Saturday. Saturday was not good to us. Saturday was very, very mean to us. Saturday had been chasing us all week, and when she finally caught up with us, we felt the full force of her relentless wrath.
July 23, 2009 Leave a comment
Friday morning I had some of that yogurt as we finished off the bacon. I joined my friends for the next session of that seminar but soon left to get some more ice for the cooler. John and I followed Mike Faulkner to a vendor tent that had a fire hazard of power strips hooked together for the generous purpose of allowing festival-goers to charge their cell phones. (On the way, they bought Iced Tea; I bought a Sno-Cone.)
July 16, 2009 1 Comment
Sometime Thursday morning before the sun rose, a car alarm went off. It went like, “BWENT! BWENT! BWENT! BWENT! BWENT! BWENT! BWENT! BWENT! BWENT! BWENT!” My sense of time may have been manipulated by my tiredness and the sound’s audacity, but I am fairly confident that it bwented for a good five minutes. It kept going and going for what was a ridiculous amount of time. Finally, it stopped, but not before I was awake enough to notice every little sound that chirped and croaked in the night.