Heidi G karlsson

So it's off to the island on a missions trip with the kids. Super excited. VBS. Camping, youth camp. Oh what fun it is to ride in a big white chevrolet. Try saying that word phonetically. Chev-ro-let. Funny. I just thought I'd drop a line (cool saying huh) because it's nice to drop lines. Drop lines, not anchors. Not that I mean anything by that, but it could. In some big pep talk it could really go over nicely. I think about "church" a lot. Someone asked me today, "Are you still going to the same church? How's that going for you?" (welcome to my blog - you the asker of my question. It's a good one. ) It's kind of funny. Some people love attending "church." Some people refuse. Some people were hurt by "the church" and now hate God. Some people go to "church" and criticize it. Some people go and don't think about it. Others run churches and don't think about it. Some run em and think about it. but then I ...

I recently returned from “The Call” in Nashville, Tennessee. “The Call” was simply a day of fasting and prayer, crying out to God in repentance and worship. I met up with the My Canada crew (Tamara Crampton and Faytene Kryskow) in Ontario, took a 12 hour bus ride through the states and met up with Pastor Jim and some of the Anderson fam down in Nashville. Here’s what The Call organizers said, and what drew me down there: In 1967, 100,000 young people, aged 15-25, flocked to San Francisco to experience the hippie movement. The mass convergence was sparked by the hit song, San Francisco (Wear a flower in Your Hair). Once there, they experimented with LSD, pot, causal sex and Eastern mysticism in what became known as the “Summer of Love.” When these newly recruited flower Children returned home at the end of summer, they brought with them new styles and ideas, flooding the cities of the US and Europe with a message that opposed authority and scorned conservative morals. This countercultur...