Living a life is sort of like writing a novel, except you don't get to make revisions. Which is why you occasionally see a life such as mine, marked by a series of new beginnings. The journey is a meandering one, but it is beautiful nonetheless.
It has been two months since I last preached at First Christian. And surprisingly, I am doing OK. A door has closed. And now I am keeping an eye peeled -- heck, I've got both eyes peeled -- to see what new doors open.
Every day is a precious surprise.