Lynns

Okay, so the wedding's over, folks. I don't think we've attended a less detailed wedding. I found out three hours before the event that my bro expected me to be the emcee. No problem, but that is one of many things that stuck out to me. They had worked so hard on a good day but had forgotten some incredibly important details. At the end of the day, though, we noticed three things:

1) It was beautiful. Details are for the birds. Ben teared up when Lynn walked down the aisle. Allison sounded beautiful. I saw friends and family I haven't seen in years. My dad really made everything great for Ben and Lynn. The Lord was there. A relative came up to us and reminded us that there are a few people on my side of our family who remember that it was bittersweet to see all the family at the wedding though none came to ours. We were able to get Ben and Lynn into an emergency first-night suite due to weather. Beautiful.

2) We've been to WAY too many weddings. We concurred on that when we asked Ben and Lynn more detail questions than either mother who helped in planning the day.

3) There are now two Lynn Erskines in my family. Only one is a man.

Why We Do Things

When I sit here on a night 36 hours before my department's annual D-Day I am grateful to be in this position. (I'm also grateful I'm not being graded on that awkward wording.) It's satisfying to know that soon there will be somewhere in the vicinity of 300 people around me, all training for the Lord's work. It's incredible to think that all this stress and these unknowns point to a moving experience spiritually and emotionally. I'm glad for the job I have, the ministry I have, and I realize why we do it. Sometimes I wonder why we Christian ministers slog it out. Then there are times like this. Stressful, yes. Busy, yes. Intense, yes. Overall, a great time!

Best man

I'm the best man in my brother's wedding, and he finally gave me something to do. He has been great about sharing his excitement, but he wasn't convinced that he needed to share the work till recently. I came up with a pretty good bachelor's party (for "clean" people), but I'm a little nervous about how it will turn out. It's going to be pretty low key. Finish the wedding rehearsal, go to a sports bar or something, and hang out. The thing is, that's what he wants! I know I didn't want anything spectacular, but it's different when you're the one planning it. He'll love it - wings, peanuts, sports, and he'll probably have a beer. Sounds relaxing for him. It will be fun for all of us there. Why is it, though, that such a relaxing and fun evening seems only to add to the stress I have?

Reading Blogs

I have had three conversations in the last week about blog-reading. One was with someone who loves reading blogs. The other two were making fun of people who read blogs. At least one of the people who made fun of reading blogs has a blog. That struck me very odd. How many of you make fun of blog-readers? You may as well admit it - you just read my blog.