Lions at the Gate

I woke up at 4:00 this morning.  Prior to that, I woke up a couple other times with those ahhh-did-I-sleep-in-and-miss-my-flight jumpy twitches.

But I didn’t. So I just got up and ready.

In the Regina airport, I crossed paths with pretty much the whole BC Lions team. Would you believe me if I told you that 42 professional football players can be spotted in an average Canadian prairie airport without the use of any special surveillance equipment?

Then I bumped into Coach Buono himself.

I had my Rider jacket on. He had his Lion look on. Our eyes met; no words necessary. I wanted to say, “Hey Wally, how’d Mosaic Stadium treat you last night?” But I decided just to silently nod.

You know I love you, Wally. And I hope your cholesterol is still down—the CFL would never be the same without you.

But I do hope the east side made you feel welcome last night.

Poets, Prophets, Preachers

That’s the name of a conference I’m headed to this weekend.

Sunday morning will be a chance to worship with the Mars Hill community, and then the conference will run until Tuesday.

Quite honestly, I’d kind of like to stay home because home feels pretty good right now.  But I’m not complaining about opportunities to take advantage of either, so I’m going and I’m intent on absorbing all that I can.

More later…