Last night's discussion/study group was very satisfying and now I'm getting grounded in being back home: sermon writing, study, office work and soon band practice. It is good to be home - but a bit surreal, too. Tomorrow I will share some pictures from our time away at the memorial service, but for now dig this bizarre little Buddha from my father's collection. "Can you say transgendered Buddha, children?" Is this a trip or what? (And what's with the mirror?)
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