So I’m here missing Jennifer and I realize I could have at least convinced Steve to spend the weekend here for the conversation.  He’s been my faithful supplier of ideas and thought on the last couple of trips I’ve taken.  This house is too big for silence to be comfortable.  It was designed for parties.
Lectures are tomorrow.  I’m hoping the airport delivers my bag tonight because I’ll look pretty silly on videotape talking about Church, Lord’s Supper, Baptism, and the Way of Faith in an old T-Shirt that advertises the Salty Dog Cafe.