We made it, most of us, in less than 14 hours. No accidents, no arguments. And already, driving home with Paul. we realized how easy it is to be back in Fort Wayne as if we hadn’t started the day on the gulf coast. Fairfield Avenue still runs unscathed toward downtown.
And I run the risk of running unscathed toward downtown if I too quickly forget George and Ken and Kevin and Wendy and ‘Pete’ and 19 dear friends who I saw in new ways on this trip. But I know that we are all changed and must consider how the church working in Gulfport can become the church working in Fort Wayne.
But for now, bed.
