I picked up a Google Blogspot site when the mapping of the interwebs of the vector conversion made the HTML path take a left at Toront… Oh, forget it. Just know that I’m blogging here again. Let the record show that I was blogging over there before but that I am now here again. Like the old times.
I am eating steak that we broiled in the oven while listening to the AM radio banter of halftime between Michigan and Notre Dame. It’s like I’m tailgating, except that there’s no way to see what’s going on and the meat is a little overdone. Wait — that’s how tailgating goes. Sometimes, I guess. I feel suddenly authentic.
Tomorrow we do an outdoor service at Portage Free Methodist which promises to be a good time. Baptism, 320 hot dogs, games for all. Hot dog buns, too, but only 300.
At this point, I will move on to other things and hope that this makes it to post. If so, I will be back. If not, then I will be there instead.
Here’s my closing thought: Lately, my favorite and most effective prayer has been “can you tell me what to do?”