The Conference I am calling "Mondo Preaching" rocks like a "big rocking thing set on perpetual rock" as the kids say. I have forgotten what it feels like to have the Word wash over me, since I'm usually the one with the responsibility to represent the washing every Sunday. (you solo revpals may nod your heads and give me an "Umm Hmm. Preach it sister!")

We have a three hour break, and I'm taking advantage of the chance to just sit in my hotel room, 14 floors above the lovely chaos of this beautiful city and just marinate in what I've seen and heard today--and there's more worship ahead!

This week is a feast for my tired, hungry soul.