but a flu bug had a different idea for how I should spend my Wednesday.  So I've been getting reacquainted with my couch, my trash can, and my bathroom.  

Tonight in our Journey Bible Classes I was going to wrap up our class on Psalms.  It's a little bittersweet because I don't know of a class I've had more fun teaching.  There's nothing in our human experience that doesn't find its way into some part of those songs.  They embrace the tension of moments that feel sacred and holy standing right next to earthy, hateful, painful, confusing places in our lives.  They resist the easy answers that we think we want, and instead they give us the very thing our hearts are begging for: something real.

But the content is really secondary.  The real reason it sucks to be stuck on my couch right now is that I love my church.  There isn't a group of people with more hunger or love for God.  They make me better whenever I'm with them.  Their trust in me as one of their pastors is something I don't take for granted.  I'm missing them tonight.   

Dr. Bob is covering for me (thanks DB!).  I know he'll bring it.  I know the class will get more than they bargained for.  

But I sure wish I were there.