At the Mudhouse

Paula and I are sit­ting in the Mud­house in Spring­field, MO typ­ing away on our lap­tops. We flew in a lit­tle ear­ly for the South­ern Mis­souri Dis­trict Coun­cil and we’re con­nect­ing with old friends and col­leagues.

Paula and I are sit­ting in the Mud­house in Spring­field, MO typ­ing away on our lap­tops. We flew in a lit­tle ear­ly for the South­ern Mis­souri Dis­trict Coun­cil and we’re con­nect­ing with old friends and col­leagues.

So far it’s been great–we’ve got­ten togeth­er with Levi Augur (an alum­nus from our min­istry back at SMS), his par­ents (who gra­cious­ly allowed us to stay at their house), Joss Wal­ter (the first pas­tor to ever book us for a ser­vice), and Rich Avi­la (anoth­er pas­toral-type per­son we know). We’re stay­ing with Joe and Jayne Zick­afoose, who are cur­rent­ly prepar­ing to go estab­lish uni­ver­si­ty min­istry in Scot­land. It’s great!

While we were in the air our stu­dents back at Stan­ford orga­nized and led the week­ly wor­ship ser­vice by them­selves. I can’t wait to hear how it went–Paula and I are very excit­ed at the lev­el of pas­sion and own­er­ship they’re dis­play­ing!

My wife just informed me it’s time to go grab lunch, so I’m sign­ing off. I may edit this lat­er to add more details and cor­rect any spelling/grammatical errors.

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