This note serves to update those three or four who wonder.....I am now in good health. It wasn't such a pretty sight traveling to Atlanta to speak at a men's retreat in the midst of Flu-end-za! My vocal chords are still burnt from vomiting. Now should you think that's too gross to say, let me just assure you I left the gross unsaid.
I stayed in bed all day Friday with one phone call to Sherri Storm to ask her to get the word out that I was really sick and needed all to pray. My son-in-law drove me to the mountain retreat while I was zoned out. Twenty minutes before time to speak the sickness lifted from me as if it evaporated into thin air and I was fine from that moment on.
I treasure the time spent with these men. I watched God fall from heaven into their hearts. It seemed visible to see them released to believe God works. This morning I preached a the North Atlanta Church where a-friend-to-many, Don McLaughlin, preaches. It was a fabulous morning. God attended. We knew it!
God had us laughing and then we'd be crying and then we'd be laughing and then we'd be praising and then.....it was a tremendously emotion-packed morning of joy in Him! Three were baptized and the front rows were strewn with many in tears asking for personal prayers. One of the things I liked was NA is just like back home.....before and after there is such great noise of people simply happy to be together.
Although not at home, I preached at Memorial as well this morning as I taped the sermon back on Wednesday afternoon between.....well, just between. I feared I may have looked sickly. I tried to sound as happy as I could. I love being with the church wherever God lets me go....but I really, really, really miss my Memorial Drive family back home!
To the guys who need to know this.....I won't be at the meeting in the morning. Whatever comes up for a vote.....I say go for it!