Hopefully, in the previous posts, I've established a basic understanding of how I live and think. Now if I ever sound like a madman, I can refer people to those first few, lengthy posts. I understand, however, that nobody would read this weblog if I kept writing two thousand word entries. With a book, that's one thing. After you turn a page, you feel like you've accomplished something. You've made it to the next step. Let's be honest, we're more proud of reading fifty pages in a day than ten pages. On a computer, you just scroll and scroll and scroll until your eyes and brain are exhausted. And aside from feeling like you can't go on, you don't even want to retain the words you read.
My hope is to always write about the work that God is doing both in my life and through my obedience. That means that my format is far less formal than my imaginary readership may have assumed.
I have to keep this post especially short today because, well, I'm busy. And who isn't, right? But dig this. I'm back in Michigan visiting my family, and my car was parked by the curb in front of our house. This morning, a guy rammed into the back of my car and pushed it onto the neighbor's lawn across the street. My morning wake up call included a bristly cop and a tow-truck driver. The bad news is that I never like talking to police first thing in the morning. The good news is that, even though the other guy's car was totaled, my Volvo has minimal cosmetic damage. Now I have to see if he shook up the transmission, brakes, and alignment. Either way, it looks like I'll have to stay in Michigan for a day or two more than I anticipated. Aside from the possibility of a nice insurance check from the other guy, I'm curious to see why God has kept me in Grand Rapids for now.
I miss the hell out of you Nashville people. See you soon enough.