...with a rather under-the-weather host. *cough* *blow nose* *cough cough* Alright, everyone, you can come in, but don't come too close. I don't want to pass off this nasty cold to any of you. I can just see it now: the world's pulpits filling with congested, red-eyed, runny-nosed preachers. Not a pretty picture.
So, what I have to contribute to today's party is: lemon and honey tea, peppermint tea, chamomile tea, orange tea, ginger twist tea, chicken noodle soup, and thera-flu. Oh, and kleenex. There is coffee in the kitchen. I don't think I can pry my butt off the couch to make it, but you may help yourselves.
I have Job 38 and Mark 10:35-45 on the docket for this week, and I think I have a general trajectory. Unfortunately, I also have a vow renewal ceremony and a church coffeehouse gig, so I'll be in and out despite my less than healthy state, and this may end up being the week I try preaching from an outline, out of sheer necessity. Then again, preaching from an outline while highly medicated might not be the best idea ever, so who knows?
Anyway, enough about my illness. Pull up a chair, and bring your ideas, questions, frustrations, celebrations, and snacks to the table. Sooner or later, we'll all have dogs, and we'll walk them proud, because that's what we do. Party on, preachers!