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Long's Peak
“Step again, old man. Breathe.”. That's what my head kept telling me to do. So I did. Thousands of times. The hypnotic voice talked me up to 14,255 feet where the air is thin (compared to San Antonio) and the view is...indescribable. It was like being in an airplane, except that it was cold and windy and you had plenty of legroom (but without the desire to move your legs any more).
ENGINEERS AND THEOLOGIANS
I spent a few hours with my Band of Brothers tonight. Our discourse floated around from jobs to sports camps to the expenses and emotions associated with a daughter's wedding. But somehow we kept coming back to the topic: “How does the beauty of the gospel become visible to the common man?” The talk wandered again, this time to
JOY KILLER
Last night I was told by Doug, my loud-mouthed Canadian buddy, that the problem with me is that I'm a huge control freak. Are these the words of a friend? I immediately asked him to repeat the statement, fully expecting it's revocation with some followup like "Only kidding. Lighten up man." What I got was a repeat without hesitation and with greater emphasis on the word HUGE... "You are a HUGE control freak." Ouch!