Like that old refrain from that overplayed Annie song, I have heard that the sun will come out tomorrow. 17 days of no Sunshine is making the Music City look like Seattle. Everyone is all angst ridden and starting their own grunge bands. So maybe the sun will shine.
Funny thing is, I’m a newsaholic too. Always in search of news on the web. Its all I read anymore. Why should I subscribe to the Tennessean when the majority of their news stories are posted daily to its website.
So the El Salvador preparation class starts Wednesday night and will continue until we leave. I guess we’ll find out what to expect. I understand part of the required viewing is “Romancing the Stone” movie. Or at least it should be. There are limited number of large classrooms available at church. So we’ll probably all get comfy in a small room. Kinda like preparing for the plane ride over there or something. Stuffing 30 people in a small room; stuffing 300 people in a plane…. The Sunday after we get back is Easter. So that will be interesting. I wonder if we will wear our El Salvador homemade shirts on Easter. The first Sunday after you get back from a long extended mission trip or youth trip is bittersweet. I always wish people could get out of their stuffy church buildings and really experience God.