I'm home and it's Saturday morning. I woke up - no surprises here - at 4 AM. Jet lag takes a couple of days to dissipate. So this is where I'll end my travelogue. Already I'm back to regular pastor life. I'd been in the house about 20 minutes when I got a call that one of our deacons had lost his father-in-law. I left for the hospital immediately. I knew my associate pastor could handle it, but that's not a job I wanted to give away. Later today (I hope), I'll post some pictures from our adventure. Thanks for reading this nonsense and for walking with me along this path. The good news is our adventures don't end just because we're home. My prayer for this moment in time is that I'll recognize the power of THIS moment as I did while I was traveling.