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Elevator Tag | Confessions of a Youth Leader
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Confessions of a Youth Leader. Leave a comment ». By Scott Canfield March 1996. Four elevators, twenty floors, and a party of six for ELEVATOR TAG! Elevator tag, the one free time activity anticipated by every kid attending the annual Youth Congress. Our two girls were new to the world of elevator tag. As middle schoolers, they’d heard of the game from their older brothers and sisters in high school. Finally, they too were older! Just then, an elevator door opened. The only rule in elevator tag is,.
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Twenty Six More Shots Please « couldausedanotherday
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I thought my life might be ending. Twenty Six More Shots Please. On with the shots! Robin took this great tripod shot on our hike above Horse Tail Falls Tuesday. This entry was posted in Horse Tail Falls. And tagged Surviving Three Cancers. It Served Us Well →. 2 comments on “ Twenty Six More Shots Please. April 17, 2015 at 6:21 am. April 18, 2015 at 3:56 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Three Mont...
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Map (Face) Check « couldausedanotherday
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I thought my life might be ending. It’s been over six months. I was past due for my first check back on the skin cancer surgery. The boarders of the map once stitched boldly to my face have mostly faded away along with the shock of hosting a third cancer. The dermatologist was pleased with the healing, but decided to remove several pre-cancerous growths. I’m happy to report pre-cancerous is not as certain as pre-approved or pre-disposed. Actually yes, it did feel like cigarette burns. Does Your face Hurt?
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Invenstory? « couldausedanotherday
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I thought my life might be ending. Although the years have streamed by at an incredible rate, I have discovered a couple places at my house where time does not seem to move. The clock may advance, but dust is the only evidence. How can so many years march right by without even peering into the garage attic, and how can they so clearly pass over the top shelves on the back porch? This entry was posted in Time flies. And tagged Surviving Three Cancers. I put the joy away. Twenty Six More Shots Please →.
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Shoe Box Treasures « couldausedanotherday
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I thought my life might be ending. I’ve seen some awesome pictures lately. Rich, textured, color saturated, detailed pictures that make me say,. I want to produce pictures like that. I discovered I would need to begin shooting RAW files, and I would need to get serious about editing. A sample of an enhanced Jpeg picture file. How did I accumulate HUNDREDS. The program says I have 96,346 pictures. Is that possible? A sample of a processed RAW picture file. This entry was posted in Surviving Three Cancers.
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Marit’s Tent | Confessions of a Youth Leader
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Confessions of a Youth Leader. Leave a comment ». By Scott Canfield 1982. Seven orange plastic canoe’s were carrying the youth group and a few adult’s down the Willamette River. I’d made the trip many times, and was beginning to feel good about being an authentic. As well as an adult volunteer. We’d put into the water at Salem, and leisurely drift with the current, camping over night, then arrive home in Newberg. Bend in the river. 8221; I asked him. “Yea…… Why? 8221; He inquired suspiciously. That night...
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Call It a “Ron Taylor” Moment | Confessions of a Youth Leader
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Confessions of a Youth Leader. Call It a “Ron Taylor” Moment. Leave a comment ». Call it a Ron Taylor Moment. By Scott Canfield 2001. Our high school group was at Seaside for a weekend getaway. Part of our experience was attending different churches, like the River of Life nondenominational worship service on Sunday morning. We were eagerly greeted and made to feel welcome. The service had music and lots of hand waving, lots of shouted Amen’s and Hallelujahs, even dancing(? A couple hands shot up with,.
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About | Confessions of a Youth Leader
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Confessions of a Youth Leader. Leave a comment ». I had been an adult / active parent with a van; a good asset to any youth group, until one day we needed a new group leader. I had no notable qualifications to be any kind of leader, and I had no special gift to teach Sunday School. I do not play a guitar or sing, how could I be a youth leader? February 10, 2012 at 1:55 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Follow Blog via Email.
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Down The Tubes! | Confessions of a Youth Leader
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Confessions of a Youth Leader. Leave a comment ». By Scott Canfield (very early on). Our middle school youth group activity for the month of October was an afternoon at the Hydro tubes at Washington Square. There were 18 middle schoolers and three adults. As a concerned volunteer youth leader, wanting to be actively involved, I was naturally the first one of our group in the water. The noise level in the stairwell was fantastic! You could feel it! Lots of sliders lose their tickets in the stairwell. ...