I was in a Guitar Center in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, with my musician pastor. Yes, we played several of the most expensive guitars. No, we didn’t play any of the forbidden riffs on the electric guitars.

Lou has a lawn care business. He’s good at what he does. His customers are usually happy, and he’s making a decent living. He has eleven employees who work diligently in the heat of the summer sun.

Well, actually, I should say “had.” It closed earlier this year.

A worship leader once wrote this after leaving his church staff position:

“I need a little bit of space to recover from the battlefield before I go to the next war…”