Brother Blue
By Gene Monterastelli
December 14, 2006 by Gene

Three Words From Dinner Last Night

storyteller
pilgrim
prophet
healer
entertainer
mirror
chameleon
outsider
son
brother
friend
teacher
synthesizer
systematic
geek

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December 13, 2006 by Gene

Ibogaine

Every time I listen to This American Life[TAL] (the show I wish I had created), I am temped to write about it. (The same is true with Scott Adam’s blog.)
The Dec. 1st edition of TAL was entitled “sink or swim”, about people in situations where they were over their heads. Second act touched my heart.
I was about a man who was a heroin addict for 27 years. Many of his friends and his wife died of over doses. At 40 he was living in his parents basement. One day he heard of a radical treatment and traveled to Amsterdam to try it. He was desperate.
The treatment is a single does of the drug ibogaine. Ibogaine is a powerful hallucinogenic drug. Most trips last many days, but for some reason after this powerful trip people often come out the other side with out the craving for drugs.
Obviously this is not a leagal treatment here in the States, and I have no idea if it works. Nor would I recommend trying it. What I was touch by, though, was this mans story.
After coming clean in 2002 he decided he needed to share the good news of this treatment. He get hooked up with the underground ibogaine treatment network in the States and started providing treatments himself for others.
I was touched by:
1) He knew how hard the life of an addict was. The physical pain it caused the person. The emotional pain it caused friends and family. He wanted to help. In his experience, there was only one way he knew worked. It was a way, that if he got caught, would send him to jail for the rest of his life. It required movent in secrecy and the need to be always looking over his shoulder. BUT, he simply had to help people who no one else was helping in an effective way. (Interesting enough, most of his referrals came from drug dealers.)
2) The way he talked about the addicts he worked with. “I love this guy.” He is such a great guy.” “He is a beautiful person.” “He is such a great musician.” Never a cross word. Never a judging word.
Only love.
Always love.
It was as if he was seeing them, the way that God see them. Perfect being deserving of love. He saw past the rough outside, poor choices and addiction. He just loved them. And some cases loved them back into health.
If Jesus walked the earth today, he would not be sitting next to me a church. He would be walking with the drug addict and letting them know that they are worth love and are loved.

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December 12, 2006 by Gene

Real Ads

I have been hearing these radio commercials for about a week.
Not a joke, but for real.
“Not your father’s AstroTurf

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December 11, 2006 by Gene

Three Phrases

There are three phrases that have changed my life.
I love you.
I’m sorry.
I forgive you.
That might seem obvious. It is like say the sun is good for a plant. I can think of lots of times when I have said any of those words (or had them said to me) and it changed everything.
I have found in my life there power stretches beyond saying them out loud. They are just as powerful in my head.
I have found it is almost impossible to be mad, angry, hurt, or vengeful with those phrases running though my head. I don’t even need to be saying them to a specific person (or myself). I just need to let the chorus ring over and over again.
I have found myself completely rewriting e-mails, or changing the things I was going to say to someone else because of the phrases. They have saved me for hurting others and doing damage to relationships that would take time to mend a heal.
Even as I have been typing these words, the phrases have been rolling around in my head. Hopefully their power are hidden in these words, helping to find some healing in your life.
I love you.
I’m sorry.
I forgive you.

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December 9, 2006 by Gene

Point of View

“Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.”
Steven Wright

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December 7, 2006 by Gene

Hand Motions

I am working on getting the video for CatholicYouthMinstryDating.com
In the meantime, enjoy Bob and Chris of Decaf.

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December 7, 2006 by Gene

cp v jm

Singing: joia farmer | buy
Dancing: jesse manibusan & chirs Padgett

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December 7, 2006 by Gene

Lessons learned in Youth Ministry

More from Vegas:
It is possible to spend 5 weeks of planning a car wash to make $12.34 for the youth group.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t fit 22 middle schoolers in a 15 passenger van.
Always check the Confirmation names of the students BEFORE the bishop asks them what it is.
DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince were right: Parents just don’t understand.
Always check to see if the bus driver knows where he is supposed to go and has a valid drivers license.
Nothing tears a youth group apart like a pack of wild dogs.
Never get drunk at a staff social.
Ever!
The further you are from the closest hospital the more likely you are going to need to visit.
If you wear khaki pants to work, everyone else on staff will ask you, “Why are you dressed up?”
The one box that won’t make it into the back of the van for retreat will be the one that has all the supplies for small group.
First goal of every youth group activity is for no one to die.
No matter what the schedule looks like and what programming you do, 70% of the evaluations will complain about the quality of the food, ask for more free time, and ask for a longer dance.
No matter how hard you try to explain what you do, your parents are still going to wonder when you are going to get a real job.
Even with all the liability forms, crazy budgets, dysfunctional parish staffs, crazy bus drivers, and disgruntled parents, years from now there will be someone who will say that their life was different because someone like you took the time to love them. And that’s why we keep doing it.
[by Bob Rice and Gene Monterastelli]

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December 6, 2006 by Gene

Great Moments in Youth Ministry

By request form Las Vegas (the rest to follow):
On January 4th, 1996 at Holy Family Parish in Madison, WI Sophomore Sally Smith turned in a permission slip on time.
At the Fan the Flame Rally in Philadelphia on Nov. 11th, 2006 all twelve members of the St. Mary’s youth group wore their name tags, and wore them in a place that could be easily read.
August 18th, 1981: The National Federation of Catholic Youth Ministry decided to go by their initials, the NFCYM- saving youth ministers 9 syllables of valuable time. They would later shorten the National Catholic Youth Conference to NCYC, and the National Conference on Catholic Youth Ministry to the NCCYM, saving youth ministers 12 syllables- 14 if you’re from a region that pronounces “conference” as “con-fer-ence”. So what do CYMs do with all this extra time? Nothing really. They still show late to everything.
June 6th, 1986 at Camp Thunderbird in South Carolina. While the sr. high group from St. Philip’s was on retreat, at curfew, four high school juniors went to their cabin and went right to sleep. The Vatican is investigating the miracle as part of the Youth Minister Ben Miller’s canonization process.
October 13th, 1983: Youth Minister Sally Casandra, tired from a long retreat, yawned and stretched out her hands while her teens were singing about Jesus. And just like that, hand motions were created.
On Sept 5, 2004 The parish secretary of St. Gregory’s parish in Clear Lake, IA was amazed, for when she opened up the parish center Youth Minister Joe Johnson was already in his office, hard at work.
[Orin whispers in to Shannon's ear]
Oh sorry, Joe was still at the parish after a lock-in and simply hadn’t gone home.
January 15th, 1998, an icebreaker at St. Albert’s parish got out of control and a teen accidentally broke a window. When George, the maintenance man heard about it, he responded- “Hey, I understand what you are doing with the kids. Break as many windows as you like, after all, that’s what I’m here for!”
by: Bob Rice and Gene Monterastelli

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December 5, 2006 by Gene

Crazy

I am glad there are people in the world who will take the time to entertain thoughts like this. By Scott Adams:

Do you ever have an idea that you know won’t work and yet you don’t know what’s wrong with it?
For example, I have a plan for becoming the world’s best pole vaulter via a process of overeating and walking around. That’s two-thirds of the entire plan right there.
The idea is that the more I weigh, the stronger my legs will become just by walking to the fridge and back. Eventually, when I weigh 600 pounds, my legs will be massively strong. In phase two, I will diet ferociously while continuing to do leg presses until I return to my current weight of 155 pounds without losing any leg strength.
By then, each of my legs will be the same size as my torso. I won’t have any actual skill at pole vaulting, but I figure it won’t matter. My vertical leap will be about 30 feet. I’ll just saunter up to the launching spot, tap the pole on the ground then toss it to the awed spectators and do a Spiderman jump right over the bar. If I have extra time up there I might show off by giving myself a sponge bath and changing into my street clothes while I’m still in the air.
I’m sure there’s a flaw in this plan but it’s not immediately obvious.

[via The Dilbert Blog]

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