Once again, I'm coming to you live from not San Antonio, not from the SBC. I'm not filing through lines of guys waiting for a urinal. I'm not wondering where to get a vending machine Coke for less than $3. And I'm not looking through the crowd to catch of glimpse of some SBC celeb. I'm not looking Mark Dever with his 400 disciples. I'm not searching the myriad of hair impaired to catch the twinkle Ergun Caner's cranium. I'm just not because I'm not there, I'm here.
Just before my devotional time I was interrupted by another pastor in town who came into Starbucks for his fix. We talked about his new church building and all the problems they are having. We talked about my wife and all the problems she's having. He's a good guy and I'm glad to know him.
After my devotional time I got a call from my wife. She has been doing much better with her balance issues in the last two days and wants to try to drive to Aldi. I gave her the "ok" and we'll see how she does. Glad to hear she's moving a bit better.
I'm still finishing up some busy work now, all that stuff they don't teach you in seminary. I'll be working straight through 3pm and then I'll be at my church. But I'll be sure to keep you up to date with stuff there too.
And as I work I'm not thinking about San Antonio. I'm not thinking about what they will vote on that will once again make it more difficult to be a "Southern Baptist." I'm not thinking about last year's alcohol resolution or my similar tendency to be a jerk-hole fundamentalist. I'm not thinking about how I wish I could pose with Joe Thorn for another photo.
And since I'm live-blogging not in San Antonio, I'm definitely not thinking about how much I miss my family.