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tracker7Sing to the Lord a new song; sing to the Lord, all the Earth. - Psalm 96:1
Way back in the late '80s, I was pretty active in my home church. I didn't especially want to be there, but decided that since I had to, might was well make the most of it. I was a youth group leader, gave a couple sermons, and was a delegate or representative or something to my denomination's state-level organization - the United Methodist Church, if you're interested in the details of mainstream American Protestantism. At the time, there were two UMC divisions - conferences - in Kentucky: the western half of the state was the Louisville Conference, and the eastern half was the Kentucky Conference. They've since merged. For whatever reason, the three congregations - a charge, in UMC parlance - that my church was a part of were affiliated with Louisville, and the others in the home county were Kentucky Conference. I don't think there was any significance outside of some record-keeping.
The conference owned - still does - a large campground/retreat center called Camp Loucon. It was, and probably still is, a very pretty place, sited on the edge of a small lake. I went to a few camps at Loucon - mostly to (a) get out of the house for a few days, and, (b) to meet girls. Loucon also hosted a good-sized Christian music festival called New Song. A couple of stages, some of the bigger names in the business, and several thousand people. I went to a couple of these festivals, for the same reasons I went to camps. They were long days, at least two hours on the road each way, leaving crazy-early the morning of the show and waiting out the departing traffic that night.
A few weeks ago, I heard a radio ad for summer camps at Loucon, and it was a real blast-from-the-past. It had been years since I'd even thought about the place, and a whole lot of memories came bubbling up. The camp is still there, but New Song has come to an end - 2011 was the last one. For the last few years, or so New Song's Facebook page tells me, the festival was affiliated with another, bigger festival called Ichthus. Ichthus has gone tits-up, too, and probably won't return despite the claims of the IP's new owners.
Holy cow, almost 400 words and that's on top of a 840-word in-character writeup of today's Armada match. I should be able to do this far more regularly.
Way back in the late '80s, I was pretty active in my home church. I didn't especially want to be there, but decided that since I had to, might was well make the most of it. I was a youth group leader, gave a couple sermons, and was a delegate or representative or something to my denomination's state-level organization - the United Methodist Church, if you're interested in the details of mainstream American Protestantism. At the time, there were two UMC divisions - conferences - in Kentucky: the western half of the state was the Louisville Conference, and the eastern half was the Kentucky Conference. They've since merged. For whatever reason, the three congregations - a charge, in UMC parlance - that my church was a part of were affiliated with Louisville, and the others in the home county were Kentucky Conference. I don't think there was any significance outside of some record-keeping.
The conference owned - still does - a large campground/retreat center called Camp Loucon. It was, and probably still is, a very pretty place, sited on the edge of a small lake. I went to a few camps at Loucon - mostly to (a) get out of the house for a few days, and, (b) to meet girls. Loucon also hosted a good-sized Christian music festival called New Song. A couple of stages, some of the bigger names in the business, and several thousand people. I went to a couple of these festivals, for the same reasons I went to camps. They were long days, at least two hours on the road each way, leaving crazy-early the morning of the show and waiting out the departing traffic that night.
A few weeks ago, I heard a radio ad for summer camps at Loucon, and it was a real blast-from-the-past. It had been years since I'd even thought about the place, and a whole lot of memories came bubbling up. The camp is still there, but New Song has come to an end - 2011 was the last one. For the last few years, or so New Song's Facebook page tells me, the festival was affiliated with another, bigger festival called Ichthus. Ichthus has gone tits-up, too, and probably won't return despite the claims of the IP's new owners.
Holy cow, almost 400 words and that's on top of a 840-word in-character writeup of today's Armada match. I should be able to do this far more regularly.