Annual Pilgrimage

Our Tahoe full of five is about 90 miles north of Los Angeles as I write on my iPhone. I already can see the sun and taste the smog. This will be Shepherds’ Conference six for some of our one28 staff. We all agreed last night (when we departed around 7:45pm) that there’s not much better on our Christian calendar year than a week full of man singing, Scripture marinating, book buying, and black coffee drinking among friends. You’re welcome to check the Void for updates over the next few days, but don’t hold your breath, I’ll probably be busy male bonding.

How a Sidebar Stopped My Breath

A few weeks ago I noticed incoming traffic from a notable blog. I held my breath as I clicked the address and scrolled down the sidebar. Low and behold, there it was in all its emboldened glory: my very own link on PyroManiacs. Now that my self-referential hyperventilating is aside I’m ready for another year of posting without form and void.