A Fragile Hope
My pastor just sat down and showed me this video...this is by some of the kids in his fellowship.
Awesome...
“I will worship toward Your holy temple, and praise Your name for Your lovingkindness and Your truth; for You have magnified Your Word above all Your Name.” -Psalm 138:2
My pastor just sat down and showed me this video...this is by some of the kids in his fellowship.
Awesome...
My lovely and gracious wife was text-messaging me an ongoing play-by-play of the game - I absolutely adore that woman.
Anyway, the Wings just went up 3-2 with 10 minutes left in regulation when I shut off the phone for Bob Caldwell's session. So you can imagine the cry of anguished fury when the session was over, I turned the phone back on and - the Pens tied it up with 34 seconds left in regulation.
D'oh.
But while I was in the Overflowing Cup, with NHL.COM loaded up and listening to the game online while on the phone with my wife during the last bit of the second and all of the third overtime periods, I did get to hang with Chad Myhre and Centorian, from The Blog Of Which We Do Not Speak.
However, I had to run the gauntlet all the way back to Lakeside Lodge, with loving and gracious pastors (especially the dudes from Colorado - you know who you are...) heckling my every, stunned step.
I did get to chat with Bill Walden on my way back to the lodge, who was marinating in the Roman Spa. He's a good brother.
It's all good, though. I really think my wife was more disappointed in the outcome of the game than I was.
Did I mention how much I adore that woman...?
Right now, two of my roomates are synchronized-snoring. I'm fighting the powerful temptation to walk over to one/both of them and put their hands in warm water or dab some shaving cream on their hands or something equally mature and pastorial.
...must...fight urge to...be a...punk...
Lurking on The Blog Of Which We Do Not Speak, and heading to sleep myself.
I miss my wife and son.
Did I mention how much I adore her...?
So, the Michigan pastors have a tradition. When we're at the Murrieta conference, we leave the conference grounds at least once and gluttonize eat at the Brazilian Steakhouse.
We get there, at the mall a bit down the road outside the conference grounds and...it's gone.
Not the conference grounds. That would be odd.
But the Brazilian Steakhouse - apparently, the Partial Rapture Theory is at least partially true.
After much weeping and gnashing of teeth, we wound up settling for El Torrito's.
Sigh.
So then I come back and hit The Overflowing Cup to check e-mail, upload some pics, and who do I see trying rather vainly to hide over in yonder corner?
Corby of Stephens.
Very cool; got to catch up with another brother I don't get to see but once per year, at this conference.
So, now I'm going to go get some "Vitamin C" to help me stay awake during the next session - which really shouldn't be all that difficult - Bob Caldwell rocks the proverbial Casba.
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Tomorrow morning, I have the inexpressibly wonderful privilege to fellowship with the saints here on the Lakeshore and work through the rest of Luke 6 with them.
Tomorrow evening, I get on a plane to head to the Left Coast for the annual Pastors' Conference.
I simultaneously love and hate this time of year.
I love, I look forward to this time of year - I get to fellowship with brothers-in-arms from all over the planet whom I haven't seen in a year, get to soak in some of the best Biblical teaching around, get "trimmed" (as my brothers Ed Yearack and Roger Ulman like to call it), and partake of the Third Ordinance the Lord left for His church.
Good times.
I hate and dread this time of year, because I'll be apart from my lovely and gracious wife - and now I'll also be apart from my son. Since my lovely and gracious wife has been invited pretty much every year since we've been here planting CC Lakeshore to speak at our pastor's church's Ladies' Retreat, which is held on the weekend before the Murietta Conference, she leaves the Wednesday before I do - so I wind up not seeing her for a week-and-a-half.
Now, this year, I'll be missing my wife and son.
Yeesh.
My plan for this week: some "live blogging" RE: the conference, much like last year, plus "live-Twittering."
Gotta love microblogging.
Now I need to get to sleep - if I can - so that I can be as fresh as possible when 4am rolls around, to head to the church building and finish preps for Sunday morning.
Rock on...
Posted by mike macon at 5/31/2008 11:05:00 PM 0 comments
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