For three days, in a basement meeting room where it was safe to freely speak, with the doors closed and hotel mattresses piled in the corner we talked about trust, sin, confession, freedom, and seeing ourselves through God's eyes with our friends. Believers who risk their lives when they say the name of Jesus where they live. But they say it. They sing it. They proclaim it. They came for some practical help, some tools...
I'm sitting in the Frankfort airport. I just had some strong coffee, strong potato salad and a bit of frankfurter. "When in Germany..." I'm with two co-workers that are just as pleased when we are all together as when we all take a little time to ourselves. I like that in people. I've been walking around the stores. Everything is priced in Euros here, and expensive. I bought a magnet that looks like a cuckoo...
I miss being in Seminary. Did I just type that? Yes. I miss the iron sharpening that went on there. The long discussions over coffee and theology that would sometimes twist my mind up so much I would want to scream. In a good way. In a completely unrelated, or so I thought, conversation with a friend from Seminary days my heart was drawn back to my last blog when she shared the verse Proverbs...
