She was the most popular woman in America. No, she did not win American Idol and her voice never made it on The Voice. Unlike Kesha, Madonna, Beyoncé, and Rihanna, she never garnered "one-name notoriety." But she was famous. Her boss, the media mogul S.S. McClure, said "You are today, the most famous woman in America." Not that it mattered to her...
While the Lord created the world ex-nihilo, I have found that the Sunday sermon does not come the same way. It is hard work -- even on those weeks you think it is going to be "easy."
We pulled into the driveway Sunday night. The trip-meter was just shy of 4750 miles. This year we snaked our way through the blue highways of Georgia, rumbled alongside of the Kanawha River in Charleston, West Virginia, motored by miles of Ohio and Illinois corn fields, occasionally raced the four-lane blacktop of our country's interstate system, and enjoyed 68 degree mornings in Wisconsin.
It is that time! Seven days, seven states, 1500 miles of back roads and small towns, 4,500 cars, 75,000 spectators. It all adds up to miles and miles of good times, great people, and special memories.
The place for the ship is in the sea but God help the ship if the sea gets into it. But the remedy is not to remove the ship from the sea, but to make it strong and water-tight.
