Today has been an uphill struggle to get to church. Particularly with the boys. The usual kids-not doing-what-they-are-told-to-do stuff.

I got introduced the other day to someone as The Preacher!?!
I was so taken aback, that I had no response but to shake the man's hand, smile, and beat a hasty retreat for the door.
I wanted it to be true. I would love to go back to school for my BA in Theology, or even seminary.
There is a comfort in the idea. An idea that I am afraid will never manifest itself into a reality. That makes me very sad, and I am forced to lock that into my precious Chinese box.