I am writing this entry from a computer lab at Southwest Baptist University. My wife (Rachel) is working on a masters degree, and I drove her to school this morning since we woke up with a layer of ice on the roads. She thinks I baby her too much. My personality is to err on the side of caution. Rachel's personality is not to be cautious enough. As in most things, we balance each other out pretty well. I will be here at the university until mid-afternoon. But I don't mind. It will be a good chance to get some early sermon work done.
I ate breakfast at Bolivar McDonalds this morning. I saw the Director of Missions for the local association, eating breakfast with some young men, who I assumed to be pastors. This particular DOM was the president of my ordaining council when I served at Fender Chapel. I didn't interrupt their breakfast; I doubt he would remember me. But seeing him reach out to the young pastors made me grateful for faithful men of God who are willing to mentor young leaders. I am blessed to have a great DOM in Jim Wells. Unlike some, I still think there is a place for the local association in Baptist life, when it works as it should. However, I would also say that most associations do not. Perhaps I will write more about this in a later blog.
I am now the proud owner of a new canoe. This is my dream boat, people. If you could see it, you would laugh at that statement. My idea of a dream boat is perhaps a little different than most. Since the majority of my fishing is done on small Ozarks streams, I don't want a big bass boat. All I need is what I just purchased . . . A solo canoe that is made of practically indestructible material, yet is light enough for me to carry with one hand (33 lbs). I can't wait for spring! I am looking forward to blogging about my fishing adventures again.
I had to pick the canoe up at little Alton, Missouri, a 2 hour 15 minute drive from my house in Ozark. Before I left, I noticed on the company website that they were relocating soon, but it didn't say where. Rachel joked that they were probably moving to Springfield, and I was wasting a trip. When I got down there and asked where they were moving to, it wasn't Springfield, but it was Cape Fair (35 minutes from my house) and they were moving within the month! Oh well, it was a pretty drive. And I think the owner felt sorry for me, so he threw in a $60 paddle with my boat!
My first son, Levi, is supposed to be born in about five weeks. Rachel would prefer it to be five days. Pray that all goes well.
I ate breakfast at Bolivar McDonalds this morning. I saw the Director of Missions for the local association, eating breakfast with some young men, who I assumed to be pastors. This particular DOM was the president of my ordaining council when I served at Fender Chapel. I didn't interrupt their breakfast; I doubt he would remember me. But seeing him reach out to the young pastors made me grateful for faithful men of God who are willing to mentor young leaders. I am blessed to have a great DOM in Jim Wells. Unlike some, I still think there is a place for the local association in Baptist life, when it works as it should. However, I would also say that most associations do not. Perhaps I will write more about this in a later blog.
I am now the proud owner of a new canoe. This is my dream boat, people. If you could see it, you would laugh at that statement. My idea of a dream boat is perhaps a little different than most. Since the majority of my fishing is done on small Ozarks streams, I don't want a big bass boat. All I need is what I just purchased . . . A solo canoe that is made of practically indestructible material, yet is light enough for me to carry with one hand (33 lbs). I can't wait for spring! I am looking forward to blogging about my fishing adventures again.
I had to pick the canoe up at little Alton, Missouri, a 2 hour 15 minute drive from my house in Ozark. Before I left, I noticed on the company website that they were relocating soon, but it didn't say where. Rachel joked that they were probably moving to Springfield, and I was wasting a trip. When I got down there and asked where they were moving to, it wasn't Springfield, but it was Cape Fair (35 minutes from my house) and they were moving within the month! Oh well, it was a pretty drive. And I think the owner felt sorry for me, so he threw in a $60 paddle with my boat!
My first son, Levi, is supposed to be born in about five weeks. Rachel would prefer it to be five days. Pray that all goes well.