As I sit, lashed to this chair, Kyle leering over my shoulder, I would just like to say that he is the greatest minister of all time and that he deserves all of your love and respect for all time. I would like to go on to say, em pleh esaelp, that if you ever have any doubts about his competence, they are so very, very, very off base...
I say that to say, of my own accord, that I really don't have much to say and I really don't know why I even volunteered to do this. And I think that that's been the point of this trip to me. The great revelation that God gave to me is that it doesn't have to be anything great. The things we really need to know about Him, we don't have to go to school until the twenty fifth grade to find out--any fourth grader can tell you that Jesus loves everyone and because of that so should we, even when they destroy the bathrooms and leave huge piles of spaghetti sauce all over the floor. I spend too much time focusing on 'deep subtleties' and not on what God wants out of me. All of this nothing that I feel like is going on is to almost offset how off-track I've gotten in a search for complete and total truth of some sort of super-high level. It's God's way of telling me, "Stop thinking so much and start listening and doing. You should have done the latter without neglecting the former."
And plus we worked in the sun and it rained.
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