Wow, I can't believe the blur the past several weeks have been. It honestly seems like February 1st was last week. Time to catch up with reality, I guess. Especially given that the next four weeks are looking like more of the same.

The weekend was busy, but super good. It started Friday night, with dinner out with the neighbors (who may now be named), Jeremy and Daniele. I'm so stoked to share life with them. Ryan and Holly came back for another visit, and gave a stellar showing Saturday night at the Purple Door. Quality people, quality art. Seriously, if you haven't checked out their music, you gotta. Challenging, haunting, gut-wrenching passion. It's critical of illegitimate systems of power, and yet it's hopeful with an embrace of the Kingdom realities that make that hope worth while.

At the concert, we were also graced with the presence of the now internationally famous super-guru Jim Henderson. Really really good to see him again and hear about all the craziness going on as Off The Map blows up in a huge way. Jim's a hero. I already can't wait for this November's edition of the Generous Orthodoxy event . . . of course, at this rate, I won't have to wait too long - it'll be November before I wake up next.

Anyway, lots of thoughts rattling around in my head these days. Thoughts about the role of art and artists in our lives, thoughts about community connectivity, thoughts about the fact that it's Passion Week. This week always produces a weird and confusing blend of somber, dull pain, and eager, giddy excitement. Meanwhile, I'm outta my head busy, so I'll just get crankin' on some work.

Peace to you.