If you ever decide to spend a night sitting awake in a car (or in my case, a truck) pick a night when the sky is clear and the moon is full. The church is getting a skillfully applied coat of Texas limestone this week and since we have had some trouble with rock hounds moving pieces of ma earth from one place to another it has become necessary to have someone guarding it during the down time. It was surreal to say the least. Sitting on the hillside with the room temp evening breeze blowing just enough to make your hair slowly lean. The glow of the moon made the dusty ground turn an illuminating blue gray and the building seemed to loom up toward the sky as a part of the natural landscape. The dark outline of movement could be seen on the hillside across the road. The deer grazed in the twilight, unafraid and unaware while the occasional set of oncoming headlights blended into the tranquility like a pair of fireflies in a drag race. In the silence, nature's choir was in full chorus as crickets joined in what seemed like a sonic festival of distorted harmony. God's creation is certainly a marvel. You know that stuff about God never sleeping? It's very true. It was a great place to pray.