My heart became hot within me. As I mused, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue: "O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!"

19 August 2005

There's a mouse in the wall in my office. I don't think I can write a sermon like this, with all that scurrying and clawing and only a half-inch of drywall between me and the rabies maniac. It's just hard to be spiritual when your life's in danger. Oh well - the going gets tough...the rest of us just turn the music up loud.

1 comment:

Gene O said...

That's my son!