Mountain High

We were on furlough in Chicago around the time of the Chicago Bulls won the NBA championship year after year. I only watch sports to be with friends and to see the emotions, but at that time there was enough emotions and friend-involvement to interest even me. I remember seeing Michael Jordon when he realized he shot the winning basket at the last second of the final game. Rather than strutting around, he curled up in a sort of fetal position on the gym floor, with his hands around his head. What? The commentator said something about a sacred moment.

The translation workshop in Nairobi went really well. A tremendous group, including many old colleagues from Ivory Coast. The course is teaching really well now, lots of rough spots now smooth. The last night the group presented the staff with some gifts of appreciation. It wasn't until the next morning I realized there was a paper in the gift bag--a paper lots of them had signed. As I read it, I had something of a Michael Jordon moment--shutting everything out and thanking God for the taste of victory at the end of a very long 'game.' At moments like these, you just have to put your hands around your head and go inside.

Thanks for cheering me/us on!

New horizons: I was elected to the Wycliffe USA Board. I'll find out what this really means at the first meeting in Sept.