I’m sitting in my favorite little coffee place in our area, doing my usual Wednesday morning thing. It’s raining, it’s grey, and the fall leaves are piling up on the street outside. The cappuccino is like nectar of the gods.
The Greek Grammar Gang is holding forth in the corner booth behind me (“the rough primitive adjectives in Mark” – boy, those were the days!).
The “Weekly Reader” has made it through today’s paper, and has turned to some huge Guide to the Bible.
The staff is discussing/critiquing the merits of some local churches (“too geared to evangelism, if you want to grow, it’s not a place for you,” “it’s all about the Sunday show,” “more North Point than North Point,” etc.).
This guy is usually here but not today.
This is usually playing, but not today.
