I spent the better part of the week at what Taylor delights in calling “preacher camp” while she and Tracie were riding out the hurricane. Yes, I feel a bit guilty about that. What can I say? They made me go, and they wouldn’t let me come home early. They had Elvis movies to watch.
But I’m glad I went. I met a few dozen preachers. I sat at the feet of qualified and motivated instructors. I grew as a preacher and a Christian. Almost as importantly, I got ample fodder for articles such as this one. Stay tuned.