Justin McNeil's Blog

Enoughness

Thanksgiving 2010 is the Thanksgiving I will never forget. Never have I experienced more pain and yet more profound revelation than I have over the course of the past week leading up to this holiday. To put things into perspective, one of my closest friends passed away this week after a two-year battle with cancer. I will never be able to put into words the heartache I have felt over the past week as I have entered into the grieving process. My friend, Dave, was my comrade. We shared similar upbringings, spent an innumerable amount of time together having all kinds of fun, were coworkers for 3 years, and shared the unique privilege of being the two youngest pastors at our church. I have so many memories, insights, and lessons learned because of our precious friendship. One photo that has now become priceless to me captures it the best. This was Dave and I on the first day we performed baptisms, I am so glad we got to share that moment together.

 

Believe it or not, the truth that God has been impressing upon me since Dave's death is a lesson on His grace. Something that was said to Dave's wife has resounded in her, myself, and everyone that heard it as the clear and distinct voice of God. It comes from 2 Corinthians 12:9:

“'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.'"

God's grace is sufficient. I read recently that grace can be called God's enoughness. These are the words that were said earlier this week that have really stuck with me. "God's grace is a sufficient grace. It is always exactly what we need. But now, in the middle of this situation, you need more grace more than you've ever needed before. Since it is sufficient, that means there is a whole new measure of grace that you are going to encounter during this time."

These words perfectly capture what this week has looked like. Make no mistake, it has been absolutely terrible. But the grace that has been poured out by God is more profound than ever before. I could easily give you a definition of grace, but I've come to learn that definition does not capture the fullness of grace. Grace felt is infinitely more profound than grace explained. The grace I have felt this week is God's unmerited love and acceptance.

Something about the grace I am referring is predetermined. God was not caught off guard by the events of this week nor is He taken aback by the fact that I have felt anger, confusion, hurt, and fear. I have had my fair share of shouting bouts with God this week but now looking back it's as if He predetermined that He would loved me and "stick" with me despite my wide range of emotions. Since grace is undeserved, not about actions, it cannot be destroyed by actions.

Grace is a "no matter what" virute. When the situation get's darker, grace gets brighter. When we push harder, grace pulls harder. Grace is the ultimate stabilizer so when everything is shaking, grace goes into overdrive to counter the tremors. God's grace has kept us in His grip through all that would come to rip us away.

Now here is where the lesson becomes a challenge. Having been shown such unmerited grace, should we not also have grace on those around us? God's grace abounds when we are at our worst. Yet when others start to become volatile, our fuses run short. We must be able to show grace knowing that grace exists for the least graceful moments. When a loved one has hurt us, we must let grace abound. When a friend is struggling and we don't understand why they cannot just get over it, we must let grace abound. When a person is hurting, we must let grace abound. 

When everything is ugly, grace is breathtakingly beautiful. Having felt my heart sink into some pretty dark places this week, I can tell you that the grace of God is the light that shines through all darkness. In the same way, we must be people of grace to one another and to the world around us. Let grace shine through our differences, through our conflicts, and through our challenges.The light is simply more brilliant when it has burst through the clouds.

So, after having given you a brief look into what God has been teaching me through all of this, I urge you to strive. Strive to be a person of grace. Grace makes all the difference. This Thanksgiving I am thankful for God, His grace, the fact that Heaven is a real place where we will all be together again, my wonderfully rare and astonishing wife, my friends who can love me through the good and the bad, and the fragile gift of this life. Before you dive into unmentionable amounts of food like I will, please make sure to genuinely ponder the undeserved blessings God has given you. God's enoughness is the very source of our lives. His strength grows stronger in the areas of our weakness. So celebrate Him this Thanksgiving, make an extra effort to show love to those around you.

And don't forget to say grace.

Planned Dreaming- Interview with Thrive Now Coaching

Today, I had the privilege to be the featured guest on the podcast of Thrive Now Coaching. My cousin, Sandy Myers, is a certified life coach who is helping people get from where they are to where they want to be. She interviewed me today about planned dreaming. If you want to maximize your year and really achieve your dreams it takes strategy! You can listen to our interview here.

Visit sandymyers.com for more information about Thrive Now Coaching. There is currently a special on  2011 Vision Coaching from November 5, 2010-January 15, 2011. Take advantage of this amazing opportunity invest in your personal growth! Sandy is offering you 2 personal coaching sessions to assist you in  planning your 2011 goals.  The cost of the special is $20 total. That price is UNHEARD of! You can sign up through her website. Get inspired and motivated for your new year, and finish this year strong.

It's Posse-ble

If you know me at all, you know that I am all about community. I don't think there is anything more powerful than people joining their lives together in love. When people step outside of themselves and start preferring others, community is formed. You may have experienced community if you were ever on a sports team, or in the cast of some production, or in a tight knit group of friends. Community is evident when you stop thinking in terms of "you and me" and start thinking in terms of "us." I am convinced that what the world needs more than ever is that the people of God form a community of love and truth. I really got to experience how powerfully community can effect the world this past week.

City of Life hosted a conference on Royal Caribbean's Monarch of the Seas. 157 COL members on the same boat for 5 days has to be a little bit of what heaven will be like. It was truly so much fun. Everywhere Amanda and I would go, we'd run in to another person. If I was sitting on the deck, I'd here someone shout my name and wave. If I was piling copious amounts of bacon on my plate, there would be a smiling friend right behind me. My point is we were everywhere. But here's what really fascinated me. The love our group had for each other was infectious. It literally effected the climate of the cruise.

For example, every night about 20 or 30 from our group would play a game called Mafia, and other cruise members would watch and laugh along with the game. One woman later recognized us and called us "the mafia people." Another night there was salsa dancing for many hours. As you can imagine, I was right there along with almost half our group having the time of our lives and a few days later a woman recognized us and called us "the salsa group." While on the island, we had a small wedding ceremony for a couple that wanted to renew their vows after ten years. For their "reception" we competed in a volleyball tournament. We had an audience for both of those events too. (though "the wedding volleyball people" name never really stuck) My point is whatever we did, we gained a reputation. We were one giant posse and people could see it.But that's not all, there was something much deeper that happened along the way.

Because there was such love in our group, people couldn't help but be attracted. It is not often that you see 100+ people all getting along together. Community is a powerful, magnetic, and redemptive force. The love of God breaks down barriers and tears down walls. We witnessed it. After a few nights of mafia, the employees from the room we played in wanted to get involved so we invited them into our crazy community to play with us. The dancers on the ship were watching all of us have such fun and we invited them to join us and it turned out to be an extremely fun night. A group of us performed a tiny dance routine and before we went on stage we formed a prayer huddle and the dancers that taught it to us and other strangers that were performing with us joined us for prayer! You may think these are small occurrences, but having experienced them, I can tell you that there was such a natural flow of God's love because of the existing community that we went on that boat with.

So what's the lesson here? If we lay down our selfishness and actually start loving one another, we can build a beautiful community that reflects God's love. Those who see it will be compelled and that is the moment when we get to invite them to be a part of the community. We invite people to feel God's love through us. We don't always have to delve into the depths of compromising situations to reach people. Sometimes we just need to invite them into our celebration of light and love.

There is a sentence that has been stuck in my heart for over a week now. It was said by Josh Hamilton of the Texas Rangers. You can read the full story here to understand why it is so significant. But what he said was this "For my teammates to adapt their celebration so that I could be a part of it says a lot about them." That sentence is all I could think during our time in the cruise. Whether it was opening up our dance circle so others could join it, opening up our game of mafia so others could join it, or opening up our prayer circle so others could join it, the point is we opened up. The strength of community is most felt when it is extended. The power of a posse is invitation. The world has had enough exclusion, far too many factions, and more cliques than anyone could count. But when we take our place as the community of God's love and become radically inclusive it makes all the difference. Our invitation is open because that's how Christ extended it to us. The love we extend to others shouldn't be earned, it should be freely given. That sounds great but it's not easy. You may find yourself showing love to the most unlikely people or the ones who are living lives contrary to everything you know is true. But we were once in that state too and Christ loved us still. A person will never change until they have experienced the transformational love of God. We've got to love the unlovable. A word of advice: it's easier to do in community.

Take it from me, you feel much more capable of loving when you've got 156 other people right alongside you. There's strength in numbers and when people come together in God's love, anything is possible.

The Cause Effect

This has been the most demanding four weeks of my life. I have never, NEVER, done so much. I am exhausted. I am spent. I am completely used up. 

And I am happier than I have ever been because of it.

How could I say that on the heels of four 80+ hour work weeks,on top of juggling 9 credit hours of graduate studies, performing in one of the greatest productions ever-14 times, and building my young yet vibrant marriage? To give you a little history, I experienced burnout years ago. It was a vile time in my life. I became spiteful, vindictive, and downright apathetic to the things of God and God Himself. So what was the difference between that awful rock bottom of my life when I was working tirelessly and this mountaintop in which I am working even more tirelessly?

Cause.

I literally cannot articulate the profound depths this cause has sunk into my spirit. Seeing people come to know the same Love that has changed my life, catch the same Hope that has saved me, and follow after the same God who has led me is altogether fulfilling. I was born to share the love of God with others and have been gifted with the passion of helping people genuinely connect with God and grow in their faith with Him. THAT is a cause. Leading conferences, planning events, administrating  classes, teaching, and even preaching are just actions. No matter how much you love actions, do them enough for action's sake and you'll burnout. But when you are completely focused on a cause, it is different dynamic entirely.

It is inspiring what a cause can bring out of you. I've been astounded at the literal army that has rallied at our church around the cause of building the kingdom. People that used to be described as timid or slow-paced are now at the forefront doing whatever it takes, no matter how long it takes, and regardless of how hard it is. You know something deep is happening when an a group of 300 volunteers will commit to work so hard for nearly twelve hours, just to spread the Gospel. Something is happening when there is an altar given at 2:46am on a Monday morning and hundreds of people who wanted nothing to do with God are rushing down the aisle in tears seeking Christ. I call this blend of unprecendented success and awe-inspiring commitment "The Cause Effect."

Cause unites a loosely connected group of people into a fierce unit that will keep moving at all costs. Cause rallies cold hearts and emboldens hesitant minds. Cause takes a 22 year old who would normally burnout under the requirements and makes him a man who can rejoice over the fact that he's given more than he ever thought possible. Cause is what enable our Savior to push relentlessly in the face of opposition.

"Pilate therefore said to Him, 'Are You a king then?'
Jesus answered, 'You say rightly that I am a king. For this cause I was born, and for this cause I have come into the world, that I should bear witness to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth hears My voice.'” John 18:37

The Cause Effect is this: When you realize you're born for something, you'll live for it. You'll push harder than you could normally because deep within each of us is the desire to fulfill purpose. So while I am tired, sleep deprived, and sore, I am so content. When I am old and gray, I know for a fact I will be able to look back on this season of my life and smile saying "I was a part of that."

So, what is standing between you and the cause?  A lot of it has to do with focus. Yes, the cause has required me to do plenty of work organizing, administrating, writing, and troubleshooting. The minute I start to focus on the tasks, however, I have lost sight of the cause. I will quickly fizzle out and resent it all. I mean seriously, who wants the meaning of their lives to be spreadsheets or shaking hands or meetings? But when you keep your eye on the cause, even the most menial task is full of purpose because your life means something!

Grab hold of the cause. No, let it grab hold of you! Surround yourself with people consumed by the cause. Plant yourself in a place that hurls itself toward the cause. Get ready because the cause will consume you. This is what dying daily looks like. This is what losing your life to find it feels like. This is the life that leads to "Well done."

"We want to spend ourselves. We want to get to heaven with a life poured out, not with a life that looks perfect. I don't want it to look good, I want it to BE good." -Darlene Zschech 

Welcome to the Cause Effect.

Little Things

God really challenged me with a thought today that I want to share in hopes that we'd all be more challenged together. I was reading Romans 1 which has some really popular verses that basically say God's nature and power is on full display in the magnificence of all that He has created. It goes on to say that mankind is without excuse when it comes to God because deep in our hearts, we each have an awareness of Him, though we choose to suppress that truth. That's what really stuck out to me. We each have the capacity to suppress our awareness of Him. I have always taken that to mean that people who don't believe in God have suppressed the truth of His existence. But today, it took on more meaning for me.

How often do I, do you, who believe in God still suppress our awareness of Him? Just those little "insignificant" moments when we want to think a certain thought, engage in a certain actions, live a certain way. We know it is not pleasing to God so what do we do? We ignore Him. We flip the God switch in our hearts and all of a sudden we are in our private little godless world free to do what we please without conviction. I'm not even referring to the "big bad sins." I was actually deeply convicted today about something very little. But it's those little things, those momentary suspensions of God-reality, that chip away at our integrity. If you can easily tell a white lie and not feel godly sorrow about it, it won't be long before you can easily do other things and feel no sorrow either. There really aren't "little things" when it comes to morality. Yes there is a difference in the action of lying and killing, but there is also a similarity. All sin stems from the choice to ignore the presence of Christ there with you. While certain sins do bring more punishment on us, the travesty of suppressing Christ is the real problem in our hearts.

I think that's why the Bible instructs us to acknowledge in all of our ways. When we take the time to say, "Okay Jesus, I acknowledge that your right here with me. I am not going to behave as if you can't see this. What would you have me do?" If we lived this way, we'd not only be much better people, we'd be much more like Him. I really want to get better at this so I hope I look and act less like Justin next time you see me. I'll end this with a little song I learned as I child that has come full circle today.

Oh be careful little eyes what you see

Oh be careful little mouth what you say

Oh be careful little hands what you touch

Oh be careful little ears what you hear

For the father up above

He is looking down with love

Oh be careful little one how you live

Groomed

I'm writing this as I lay in bed the night before my wedding. My head is dancing with thoughts of how beautiful my bride is and how breathtaking our day will be. I figured it was only appropriate to produce one final blog entry as a single man. The past eight months have been one of the most eye opening seasons of my life. I have been given the sacred honor of joining my life with a woman worthy of love. My bride is everything I could want and is completely enthralling to me. Contrary to what many would assume, I've been quite connected with the planning of this wedding because as the groom I want to give the bride a day that fulfills and exceeds her dreams. It's been this journey of becoming a passionate initiator, an aggressive provider ,and a tenacious lover that I've become so much closer with Jesus. He is all those things and more. My role as groom today is merely a representation of the incredible Bridegroom of heaven. He came to us and boldly declared his love on the cross and proposed to us with a guarantee that we belong to him. The holy spirit rests on us like Amanda's ring rests on her finger, boldly exclaiming her worth to me and her unavailability to other lovers. All this time he's been preparing a place for us to live with Him in heavenly intimacy forever. Our privilege is just to prepare ourselves for Him in a way that will please Him. The past eight months have taught me what it means to love Amanda and now it becomes clear that God has been using me as an object lesson to myself. With every new depth of love I show for her I realize He loves us and shows it even more. He has been preparing me to love her and been grooming me to be loved by Him. God writes the best love stories. The love story between Amanda and me is a great one but it is paled in comparison to the greatest love story about a prince and his bride to be, about Jesus and his church. Do I promise to live in the love that he's offered and do all I can to reciprocate His passion? I do. Yes I do!

Good Pain

Last night I attended the funeral of one of our beloved members of City of Life Church. There's a unique feeling that comes with the loss of someone in a church family. I was already sad walking into the service but then as I looked across the room and saw so many people I loved mourning together, I felt what I can only call good pain. I just wanted to write about it a bit to work through the emotions I felt. 

 The family of God is an eclectic mix of people from various backgrounds and different pasts all united and heading for a common future. Different pasts, one future. We are many who've been made into one. There's a thought from Scripture that simply says we are one body. When one member of the body suffers, we all suffer. That's what I saw in action last night at the funeral. We suffered a great loss and it wasn't just the immediate family who mourned, it was all of us. From that service I emerged with a simple thought: We must continually strive to unite ourselves even more. As I heard the memories of how this man blessed so many lives with his love, kindness, and generosity, it was clear that the love of Christ allows us to form very deep bonds. Love limitlessly. Yes, it does require more energy. Yes, it leaves you vulnerable. Yes, loss will hurt more. But the pain of an open heart far exceeds the comfort of a closed one.

 Love big. It hurts so good.

Oh The Things I've Seen- Soulfire pt.2

I've always believed in miracles. As a child, reading the stories of God's power on display through the Bible have led to the simple conclusion that God can do anything. I've seen really amazing things over the years but what I've witnessed in the past two weeks has truly been the stuff the Bible talks about. I will do my very best to recount the vividness of how this all started.

 Tuesday, July 20th, was the second night of Soulfire Youth Camp. Pastor David had just led the group through a powerful teaching the night before on repentance so there was a very pure-hearted attitude to the 106 of us. My good friend, Chris Molitor (happy birthday buddy!), was teaching on God's love. As he recounted his experiences from his road trip with TheDrivetv, he told us about miraculous things he had seen and been through personally. One girl, Jessica, heard the story of a man being healed on the street and her faith really began to stir. Jessica had violently broken her arm at the elbow a few months. The surgery she had left her with constant pain and very low range of motion. She often kept her arm bent and laying across her stomach. But when she heard that Chris had prayed for a man on the streets of Chicago and witnessed a healing, she began to say to herself "If he can be healed, I can be healed." After the service, we were basking in how great of a time we had with God. Some people were leaving the building and standing around talking. Chris and I were sitting on the steps at the front of the building and Jessica marched up with intensity that was almost out of character for her. "Can you pray for my arm?" The minute she said it, I just knew that God was about to do something crazy. We prayed for less then a minute and her tears began staining her shirt as she looked up at us and started moving and swinging her arm pain free for the first time in months! Having witnessed that, I began to go crazy inside knowing that very soon God was going to unleash miracles.

As you could imagine, a story like that spread like wildfire through the teenagers. By the Wednesday night service everyone had heard that Jessica's arm was healed. There was a high amount of curiosity that looked a lot like faith. After worship, it was apparent to all of us on leadership that it was time to give room for the miraculous. We asked anyone that needed healing to come up and be prayed for. It was one of the most beautiful times of ministry I have ever been a part of. The students and staff were praying for each other and God was healing! There were 19 identifiable healings that night. I will list just some of the ones I witnessed.

1. A young man had a lump on his wrist that disappeared as we prayed as did a constant shooting pain in his chest.

2. A young man who had injured his ankle and didn't heal appropriately came up for prayer and the pain was completely gone. He also had constant foot pain which was healed. He began jumping on one leg saying "I can't find the pain!"

3. A girl suffering from scoliosis and constant back pain was completely healed and could touch her toes easily.

4. A boy who was abused in his childhood and beat so severely that he walked with limp was healed and walked tall and straight.

5. A girl's big toe was significantly shorter than all the others and this caused a lot of pain. As we prayed her toe grew before our eyes!

6. A young boy had constant upper back pain so severe it really effected his sleep. We prayed and the pain was completely healed.

7. A young boy came up to me and asked for prayer because his fingers were crooked. I asked if he had broken them and he said no. I then asked if it was a birth defect and he said no. I was perplexed because I didn't really know what we were praying about. He then said that people made fun of his fingers and it made him cry. I was really moved with compassion because I know God cares about the things that bother us. As we prayed nothing happened so we opened our eyes. As we were looking at his hands his fingers slowly bent into straight position right before our eyes!!!

Again, these are just SOME of the stories of what happened. Since we've been back these stories have been spreading and people have been really stepping up like Jessica did and believing that God can heal them too. I've prayed with two woman for their vision to be restored and they are both reading fine print without the reading glasses they have had to use for years. I'm telling you all the things I have seen with my own eyes to encourage you that God is good! He really loves us and He heals because He loves. I hope that you're stirred up to believe for miracles in your life. Take it from me, they are real and it is so fun to watch God's love on display!

The Vision- Soulfire pt. 1

My blog has been quite silent for the past two weeks. This is primarily because I have been getting my new house ready for my bride and I to move into as well as helping to coordinate the youth summer retreat at our church. We just got back from camp yesterday and all I can say is that I've NEVER seen God work the way He did. I watched miracles of biblical proportions happen before my eyes, but I'll write more about that next time. Also, I have NEVER been able to say I am so changed that it's literally irreversible. I have crossed a threshold in my life and for those who know me well, there will be semblances of me from before but much more new than old. I am going to use my blog to emotionally and spiritually unpack for the next few weeks. Prepare yourself to read about a journey into Jesus' love. I'll start by letting you read a selection that we read at Soulfire from the book Red Moon Rising by Pete Greig and Dave Roberts. This chapter is called "The Vision." If you think you can read this quickly, you're wrong. I read and reread this probably 20 times and it still stirs me up inside every time. I can tell you for sure that the group of students that went on this trip will be the fulfillment of this vision. For all the Soulfire peeps reading this, it has even more impact on the heels of everything God did. Let is move you to more passion, more hunger, more desperation. Feel free to comment all you want, this is a place where I'm totally okay with faith, fun, and family being cultivated.

The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.

The vision is an army of young people.

You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.

They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no passport.. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision ?

The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.

Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers
choose to loose
that they might one day win
the great 'Well done' of faithful sons and daughters.

Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground

And the army is discipl(in)ed.

Young people who beat their bodies into submission.

Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts "for me to live is Christ and to die is gain".

Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them ?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them ?

And the generation prays
like a dying man
with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulfuric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.

Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mold them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.

They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive inside.
On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.

Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centers.
Don't you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdo's! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great 'Amen!' from countless angels, from hero's of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.

Guaranteed.

Justice for All

It is the 4th of July weekend! This is a time to celebrate our country, enjoy the freedoms that we have, and reflect on the price paid for that freedom. I am grateful for this great nation and I grateful that in God we have a deeper kind of freedom than just national. This weekend, as you ponder the liberty, take a moment to praise the Liberator. He loves what is just. Though our nation is imperfect, I celebrate the core value of justice for all. May the Kingdom of God be established on Earth as it is in Heaven. Here are some images I captured last year. I hope they put you in the festive mood. Enjoy your weekend, happy 4th of July!