It’s strange. I’m speaking tonight at church on the topic of God’s Pursuing Love. What’s strange is how, as a speaker, I feel obligated to at least be “respectable” in how long I talk. Like, if I went up there for less than 15 minutes, I would feel almost like I was letting the audience down or something. But of course, the minute I switch from speaker-thinking to listener-thinking, I’m all for a speaker getting up, being concise and to the point, and getting down.

Perspective.

I can’t imagine a more beautiful day here. Spring is here, green is here, birds, flowers, perfect temperatures, trees, creeks, stillness. So, so beautiful.

That’s for all you in the Midwest.