Several of you asked whether I went outside on Wednesday evening to watch the lunar eclipse. To which I replied: “No, I stayed in the house to watch the Red Sox win the World Series.” As I told Kris, you can always watch a lunar eclipse.

Last Sunday….Mother’s Day….Sue Ives was sharing a platform moment with the children who attend our Sunday Night Alive service in the Christian Life Center. Using a bird’s nest as her prop, Sue led the children through the stages of being a mother bird, from bringing food to the nest so her offspring could eat, to gently pushing them from the nest so her offspring could fly. Bright child that she is, Anna Kileen (age six) figured out where Sue’s message was going and inched closer and closer to her mother who was also on the platform.

I don’t know why everybody crams into the kitchen. But every time we throw a party or host a family gathering, that’s where people seem to end up. So last year, when we bought in Bloomfield, we got ourselves the biggest kitchen we have ever had.

Truth be told, I’d go back to Egypt in a heartbeat. Where I’ve been twice, dragging tourists behind me. I’ve descended into the bowels of the pyramids, claustrophobic though I am, singing in the darkened dungeon of that inner sanctum: