WARNING: For those with weak stomachs, read with caution.
Last night I was scheduled to speak at Tabernacle Baptist Church of Shoreline. With my in-laws in town we met for an early dinner at Famous Dave’s down by Southcenter. I knew something was up when I didn’t want to eat (I like the food there a lot). I even mentioned to Elisabeth, “hope I’m not fighting something off.”
On my way driving north I began feeling worse. When Hayden, the youth pastor, asked if I wanted to play the games (which I normally would) I declined saying, “nah, I’d rather observe” (knowing that I’d not make it through the games without making up a new game entitled “Toss Your Cookies”).
So, then we moved upstairs for some singing and the the message. I informed Hayden that at any point I may need to step out and find a restroom. Well, I made it all the way through worship and even made it through my message, though when I normally would close in prayer, I asked Hayden to do so instead.
I even made the 45 minute drive home (only twice thinking that I would need to pull over to make a roadside deposit).
Immediately upon my arrival at home and another several times during the night I relived myself of the food poisoning.
Throwing up stinks (literally), but I’m feeling better today.
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I obviously couldn’t come up with anything better to tell you than a throw-up story, sorry!
Grace,
Brian

Yesterday began my squeaking for the Christmas in March I am about to experience. Selection Sunday! Every year, in the middle of March, the NCAA tournament brackets are announced for March Madness, the 65 team tournament for college basketball. The Thursday and Friday after the brackets are announced are the two best days in any given sport hands down! People schedule days of vacation just to be a couch potato. Doctors report they are booked with men making “the appointment” for the Wednesday before March Madness begins just because they want to be sitting around for the next couple days.

The second came as I was about to leave. I walked over to the corner booth of the coffee shop and introduced myself to Mark Driscoll (“One of the Pastors at Mars Hill Church of Ballard”). Nice guy. We joked about a few things and he came over and introduced himself to the rest of the network.
confused. First, how did this guy know I was talking about weddings? I thought maybe my pocket had accidentally sent a call and now my “friend” was calling back and letting me know he could hear everything. After a few more awkward exchanges (with me racking my brain trying to figure out who I was speaking to) he said, “look around the cafe!”