Colorado Bound

I had written earlier that my sister and her family are moving to Colorado soon. The original plan was for my brother-in-law to move in January to begin his new position with the National Weather Service and then my sister and the kids move in May/June after my sister finishes her Spring semester of teaching.

Well the plans have changed...

During a visit in early December to find housing, my sister interviewed for a teaching position. She recently received confirmation that she obtained the position, but it comes with a catch...they want her to begin January 8th!

As a result, they are going to spend their Christmas packing and preparing for the big move. My step-dad, Mike, and I are going to help them make the drive and then unpack. I have been working with my sister to coordinate travel arrangements; it looks like it will be quite an adventure.

I am taking the Amtrak from Chicago to St. Louis where they will pick me up on their way through. We will then take two days to make the drive with a 24-foot moving truck, two cars, four drivers, two kids, and two cats. When we arrive in Grand Junction, we will unload the truck and begin getting them settled into the house. When we are done, I will be flying back to Chicago with a layover in Denver and a layover in Omaha.

Assuming everything works smoothly (yeah, right!), I should be back home in time for a quiet evening with the family before going back to church on Sunday.

Going to School in your Underwear

Have you ever had that dream where you go to school without realizing you are only wearing your underwear? You know the one...

You walk through the halls and everybody is snickering, laughing, and pointing. You can't figure out why until your best friend or your girlfriend hurries over to your side and whispers in your ear, "Did you forget something?"

Did you know that preachers have their own version of that dream?

We are standing before the church and realize that we never wrote our sermon for that Sunday. We hem and haw and stammer our way through something vaguely resembling a sermon until we walk off the stage with our head hanging low. When someone tells you it was good, you reply, "Good to be over!"

I had this dream two nights ago...I spent some extra time on my sermon later that day...