To those who are a part of the Judson Memorial Baptist Community allow me to say thanks for the wonderful hospitality, warmth, and joy you showered on me during my stay with you last weekend. I couldn't get over your genuineness, your readiness to laugh, your gracious hugs, and yes your peculiar authentic quirkiness.
Going forward I ask that we
continue the intentional journey as we get to know each other. Allow me
to start the conversation. Things I love: rhubarb, rhubarb pie, rhubarb
crisp, rhubarb bread, rhubarb punch, raw with a dash of sugar. Speaking
of pie. I love pie, especially pie for breakfast (maybe not onion pie).
If I were not a pastor I would bake pies all day then ride around on my
bike and pass them out, no fooling. What else, hmm, oh yeah, British
detective novels (I figure as long as they are British folk wont giggle at my
obsession with detective novels). And baseball, definitely baseball,
regardless of the level or the talent. I also love placing myself in the
stadium to get foul balls or home runs, I'm pretty good at it. Don't
believe me? Then take me to Target field and you'll see. But it may
take me a few games before I understand the stadium dynamics, pitcher and
hitter tendencies, air flow, and earth curvature in relations to the stadium. And fishing,
I have never had a bad time fishing.
So what do you love? That ought to get the conversation going. Don't tell me all at once, let us pace ourselves.