My Rebecca is off to her book club meeting. I just got back from my Bible Guys class. The sun is blazing, not typical for a February morn. In class I was sitting by the window facing the southeast. The sun was pouring in. I was the proverbial fat cat dozing in the warmth on a braided rug.

Christ’s story was coming through to me in soft terms and tones. I was simmering in it there, sort of a slow pot roast kind of guy. Love you, a tender Felipe.