So funny story.
At Judgement House at our church I have been serving in the registration area. You know the part where people check in and then we send them out with a guide and a couple prayer walkers to encounter the Gospel in a whole new way.
(That's not the funny part, don't worry.)
I am in charge of getting the groups out the door on time, but not too early. Its a very precise thing - right on time.
So in order for me to complete this job to the best of my ability, I have been given a walkie talkie.
At first, I just carried it around on my pocket. But as we found out, the activity center (aka Gym) at Grace is fortified like a bomb shelter. Seriously, the walls in that place are like 2 feet of reinforced concrete...well, they might not be anything of the sort, but they sure hinder the inner workings of my walkie-talkie.
So they gave me an ear piece.
Now I not only can't hear whoever is on the other side of the walkie talkie, I also have to look like a dork while not hearing what the other person is saying.
The worst part of it is, 80% of the information carried over the radio is not for me. So I have to use my internal filter to decide what's for me and what's not.
Newsflash: My internal filter doesn't work. At all. Ever.
I can be talking to the person right in front of me, and then unbeknownst to them, I totally check out. Then my eyes kind of glaze over and I begin looking up at the ceiling like I am trying to remember my lines.
Its like having a million little people inside my head trying to confuse me.
Sidebar: Ryan thinks this is true of me all the time....
So in light of my new ear piece and walkie-talkie carrying self, my friend Jill share this video with me. This happens to be the most hilarious guy - Brian Regan.
In case you aren't yet convinced of his hilarity, please check out this clip as well (sorry about the weird intro music).
Thanks for reading "kirschhhhhh"
Over and out.
KIRSHHHHH.