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About Me
- Kiki Cherry
- I'm on a perpetual quest to fulfill my purpose, and in that, am seeking to define myself apart from titles and tradition. I want to have an authentic, transparent life as a simple "follower of Christ", no matter how polished or messy that may be. My deepest desire is to see Christ glorified and His name renowned to the ends of the earth.
3 comments:
Kiki!
I thought you dropped off the face of the earth, just when I started checking your blog.
I see some faces in worship in this post. I love the sight of a Christian who is "at the throne of God."
Art
Jason,
Of course I posted the most "spiritual" ones. : )
Since we're on an Oklahoma and shame and camp theme, I must bring up Falls Creek.
Doug and his buddies (including a certain pastor who occasionally comments on this site) grew up going to Falls Creek.
There are notorious stories circulating about the FBC Edmond guys and Youth Camp. And I'm sure there are some top-secret pics to go with it.
Something about farts and lighters? And soaping up hallways so you could slide down them buck naked?
Amazingly, they all turned out okay. Jeff, Tommy and Doug are even in ministry now. : )
Dear Kiki,
I can feel a Falls Creek memory from miles away. It called to me across cyberspace.
Doug, our other buddies, and I went to Falls Creek every year, sometimes twice. Doug was the best one about asking serious questions about the Bible when everyone else was just being silly. He asked our college counselor, Greg Sills about Romans 5:7-8, and I remember learning alot in the discussion that followed.
For everyone's information, so you'll know the truth to which Kiki is referring:
Kiki's husband Doug, now the illustrious MSC campus missionary, just a few short years ago could be seen running down the middle of the dorm all shampooed up from head to toe, with his hair foamed into two horns, and with a bar of soap in one hand running the middle leg of a shower relay.
When he passed the soap to me and I ran my lap down between the bunks and back, our counselor made as if he was going to stick the plunger on my face. I swerved, slipped on the wet floor as I entered the bathroom, and went down hard.
I found myself spinning on my back across the floor toward the fire escape (2nd floor). Doug and Chris caught my arms as I was about halfway out the open fire escape door, feet first.
So there I was, all covered in shampoo (and nothing else) hanging out the fire escape, with Chris and Doug, also covered in shampoo (and nothing else) holding my arms.
We were all laughing so hard, and we were all so slippery that they almost dropped me before finally pulling me back in.
So, Doug kinda saved my life, I guess, at Falls Creek. He also almost killed me several times when he came up the middle with that huge stiff-arm, knocked me down, and stepped on my face on the way to the end zone. So I guess we're even?
Doug and I had many great times growing up, and I'm very thankful for all the good memories, especially from Falls Creek.
Kiki, thanks for giving me a chance to share that story.
Love in Christ,
Jeff
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