You know you are in the South when you join in the Pledge of Allegiance, God Bless America, and the National Anthem AND a pastor offers an invocation before the kickoff of the football game (a rabbi had the honor the week before which threw people off a bit, I'm told). We were down at Clemson this past weekend and not only was it great seeing Christine and her three roommates very happily settled in their new condominium (why does my college daughter have a nicer kitchen than we do?), but also getting a chance to reconnect with some other BUMC youth group alums: Daniel Kirwan and Lauren Chacon (both freshmen) and Ashley Fansler (a junior, like Christine). I'm happy to report that they are all doing well. Lauren is in the marching band (billed as "The Band that Shakes the Southland" -- and they did), Daniel has joined Central Spirit (a pep club that supports all the sports teams), and Ashley is plugging away at her science courses to get into the Nursing Program.
On Sunday morning we got to make a return visit to Downtown Clemson Fellowship, the church that Christine has been attending pretty regularly now for the last 2 years (Pat & Karen: you'll be happy to know that Daniel came with us, too). It's an emergent style church (coffee, casual, band, weekly eucharist) that caters almost entirely to college students and it was quite moving to see so many young people tuned into the nearly two hour service which included an hour-long teaching sermon by the young, hip pastor -- not sure I could get away with that at BUMC, and not only because I'm no longer young and hip enough! They really do pray and worship every day in the South -- or at least on football weekends.
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