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Bekah’s was broken into Friday night. Someone took a big rock, threw it through a window, made a mess of things and made away with some bags of potato chips. Cost of the window? Probably $1000. Cost of the chips? A few bucks.

We got it cleaned up and had a great day. Seriously.

But I’ve been reflecting on a conversation I had with someone who works next door. I told her that we were broken into, etc., and she responded with all sincerity, and a profound sense of justice and finality, “They will BURN IN HELL for a few bags of chips!”

Wow. As is all too often typical, I (more…)

I’m writing from the Millenium Hotel (Iditarod Race Headquarters) in Anchorage, Alaska. I’ve never been to AK before, and wouldn’t you know it, they’re having a warm spell. It’s actually 33 degrees right now. The day before I got here it was 17 below. Go figger. This Florida boy wanted to feel what real cold was, but I guess it’ll have to wait for another journey someplace.

I’m up here on a one week tour with the Kate White Band. We played a women’s prison night before last, and they were such an encouragement. We came away stoked by how receptive and responsive they were.

The next morning I was reflecting on the experience. If we had played a church, we would’ve come away saying, “Wow! That church is really on fire for God!” But instead we marveled at how (more…)