If you open up Genesis to Chapter 10, verse 8, you’ll read “Cush was the father of Nimrod, a mighty hunter in the eyes of the Lord.” By far the most fun bible name out there. We just wrapped up our first week of Totus Tuus in North Platte at Holy Spirit. After about 24 hours of traveling, I arrived in my bed in Kearney shortly before 5am and had to be in North Platte just 12 hours later. Talk about a turnaround. Before leaving, I met my teammates (Alex Velas, Leah Heyen, and Corinne Grint) and they so graciously shared all of their notes from training with me since I was stuck in Europe traveling through mountains and doing other boring things like that. Pray for my team. They’ll need it to survive me this summer.
We had a little bit of a fiasco trying to find housing that first night, but after that it was smooth sailing. Everyone is sick of my jokes already; I don’t get why that happens all the time. I just don’t think they get the jokes.
I was put in charge of the 1st and 2nd graders, thus earning the title “Papa Daddy Duck Bear.” Don’t ask why. They followed me around like little monkeys and treated me like I was a jungle gym most of the time. They found it the most fun when they were treated like dumbbells. I didn’t like that though. I don’t like to treat women and children as objects. I only wanted to pass out and cry in the pile of crayons and papers twice so it was a good week. Kids are so innocent. When I asked a girl named Bella what she wanted to pray for, she responded “I pray that Taco Bell doesn’t close.” You and I both, Taco Bella. “Can we draw anything we want?” “Yes Owen.” “Awesome! I’m gonna draw the best bathtub.” It wasn’t the best bathtub, but it had a cucumber in it so I suppose it’s up there.
At the end of each week the kids get to choose a teacher to annihilate, suffocate, and mutilate with shaving cream and I received that honor. And it lasted for 10 MINUTES. The horror of trying to breathe only to have the kids yell “STOP BREATHING” is scary and discouraging, but you lose a lot of that fear after you stop breathing for a few minutes. The 5th handful of shaving cream tastes better than the 1st, in case you were wondering.
My team and I arrived back in Kearney shortly after 6pm Friday night for a small “Welcome Home” party for all of us Kearney folk that went to Europe, plus a few friends and guests. That was neat. I burned some burgers. Oops. Brats were nice. I had two if you are curious about my intake. Luke took some of my blood for fun/”practice” for medical school. I’m still alive, but I don’t remember where the vial went…
Anyway. I’m on my way to Scottsbluff now, and I’m excited. I don’t really trust this place though, probably because it’s not called Scottstruth. I imagine it’s called Scottsbluff because Scott was so good at lying, he convinced some people they were plateaus and not bluffs. I want to meet this man. I heard he’s dead now, but maybe he was bluffing. Maybe his name isn’t even Scott.
It’s probably Stephen, with a “ph” of course. Phstephen.
– houston arens