I had a pretty busy Wednesday, so I set everything up for youth group on Tuesday.
Sometime between then and Wednesday night, someone took the batteries out of the remote I use. Of course, I did not notice this until it was time to start and nothing worked.
I sent a couple of people out to find replacements. After being gone for a few minutes, they came back with nothing.
So, in a split second decision I may end up regretting, I let a bunch of middle schoolers take off through the church to play a new game called "find Justin 4 batteries."
I ended up with a collection of basically every size you can imagine (including what I needed) and only then realized I'll never get all of those batteries back where ever they came from.
Now I know for sure that I won't be the only person missing batteries this week.
Nicole and I did not even watch American Idol tonight. It seems like the longer this season has drug on, the less we care about it. Obviously David Archuleta the best singer in the competition and I am sure he will win it tomorrow night. And I really feel sorry for him.
It truly seems as if his entire life has been directed toward this moment. He is only 17 and clips show him crashing the show years ago; winning his first singing competition at 10, and as a veteran Star Search competitor. Perhaps the saddest thing is that he has a classic over-bearing show-biz dad- who was banned from being backstage a couple of weeks ago.
Its sad to say, but he looks to me like a Michael Jackson in the making: a brilliant talent sacrificed to the cult of celebrity and stardom at so young an age that his own emotional and spiritual development has been frozen. Think about anytime he is asked to speak- he has nothing to say, except a Bambi-style mode of total humility, amazement and innocence.
I feel for him and it is so sad that no one can rescue him from the machine that is about to consume him.
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