Kirk

"Tornado coming. Take cover now!" These were the words we heard over a loudspeaker as sirens blew throughout the town. We watched the angry sky outside our hotel room window for signs of a funnel. Golf ball-sized hail bounced on to the pavement below. We could hardly believe we drove all the way to Atlanta to be in a tornado (the second day Atlanta area had been hit with torandoes). Thankfully all turned out well, and later when the sun shone the only proof that "something" had happened was noticing that the air had been sucked out of our water bottles.

We were visiting our old friend Jon who we first knew when he was just out of college and trying to figure out his life. He was a superb soccer player, a mentor to our sons, and I cooked many a meal for him! So it was pretty cool to visit Jon––now minister, husband, father of two great kids––and to eat at his table in his home. We spoke at his church and enjoyed his warm and friendly congregation. The church building is brand new and has a certain Scottish feel to it--probably influenced by Jon's studies in Scotland. His little Hans is already doing some good footwork with a ball.