Heading up to Hume Lake in an hour for their annual pastor’s conference. I’ve been to a few of these in the past at Hume, but always to the “youth pastor” ones. I guess I’m growing up.
I don’t even know what to hope for. I really don’t even know what I need. I haven’t slowed down long enough to listen to myself. I don’t even know what that last sentence means…
The speaker has the beastliest goatee I’ve seen in a while (how did my spellchecker not underline “beastliest” just now?). I hope that his messages are at least as compelling as his goatee. Worship is being led by a married couple, which has me a little bit worried.
The conference could be wretched but it’ll still be sweet hanging with my team for the week! We’ll just sit in the back and make fun of everyone if it’s boring (like my back row kids on Wednesday nights).