I was at Hyles-Anderson college on a trip with some people from my church. Brother Jeff was preaching every night in the men's dorms and for some reason we had to wear pajamas to the services. I was taking care of something for my wife so I was late to one of the evening meetings. Brother Jeff was unhappy that I was late, but he seemed impressed that I was there at all. Strange.
[I've been having a dearth of dreams lately...that, or my memory is worse than usual of late and I just can't remember them. I'm hoping that soon I'll get back on track with my nightly ruminations and be able to post more often. Thank you for your patience.]