A quiet Tuesday morning in Kenny's Coffee down Merrilltown road, I sit in a matte black leather chair, sipping the dried fringe of a chai from a recently full mug, listening to Dave Brubeck, typing on a mac, oh yeah... I'm starting out a fine week. The weather is earl grey overcast which makes me glad that I wore the long sleeves. I'll feel stupid this afternoon since the weatherdude said it should hit in the mid 90's later on. What does he know? In Austin you need a weather report for each square mile. Don't like the temp where you are? Move a bit to the right and, ahh that's better. I feel a need to wind down and catch my breath after the past month. Took a road trip to California to move a family out here to work at Calvary. A great friend and excellent brother named Paul Q Pek who has become our minister of music and arts. The guy could give lessons in passion to Bono, no kiddin. It's hard not to be enthralled with the otherness of the Glory of God when it's sung about in such a way. I'm thrilled to be working with Paul for this season in my life. It's one thing to look back on things with fondness. It's quite another to be fond of where you currently are. I am. Quite. If I have one complaint these days... Hmmm, I have none. Well I'll be. Now that's how you start a fine week. (On a side note, hello to my good friend, Audrey, who's nursing sick hearts back to wholeness in Baltimore. Our prayers are with you every day. We miss you.)