Well I didn't get sick riding in the back seat. I took a Dramamine. Call it cheating. I call it not puking. Because I would have. It actually wasn't too scary. I mean, every rule of driving safety was pointed at and mocked with Nelsonian disdain, but we made it. When I got in the car I couldn't find the female segment of the seat belt and opted to just leave it at that. After a few minutes I was clawing under the seat back and finally retrieved it.
It was a great time. They teach pastors Leadership and Administration from a Biblical perspective but as they were doing it they realized that the foundation of most of their ministries was building the church. The part made of cinder block and re-bar. So they are suspending their curriculum and going back to talk about what the church really is (people) and whom it should be founded upon (Christ). And that's a good sign. A really neat group of pastors too, even a few CAM churches in there so, Lord willing, we will be able to work together some in
the future. I am typing with a bandaid on my right index finger. Very annoying.
I must admit that I was less than participatory. I only slept 4 hours the previous night and that combined with the Dramamine sleepies made for an observant but very quiet Brandon.
Today Jenny and I are recovering from something we ate that caused...well, we're recovering. Not a lot of sleep last night. The kids are fine and Jenny got it worse than me. Bleah. I don't have any stats but it sure feels like we get sick more often here. I'll blame Obama. Presidents are fun for blaming.
I've been reading Mere Christianity and a handfull fo other things. That C.S. Lewis was such a wonderful author. Wow. I'd love to read something he wrote if he was a contemporary American. Maybe there is someone out there today who writes like Lewis. If you know one - let me know.