Postcard from Darlington

My first NASCAR race!  Now I understand why they call it “Thunder Road!”  I won’t register here exactly which expletive I used when the cars made their first full-speed round right by me. But, yea, I get it.  My bones rumbled.  It was a full day!  Nick from Motor Racing Outreach spoke a true word on loving speech from the book of James.  Melanie hosted kiddies, moms, and daddy-drivers in a traveling house of hospitality.  And Elliott explained why evangelism is about patience over pancakes, year after year, rather than a fast tract at the track.  Thanks, Missy!  Hope our team won!  (Yeah, I couldn’t stay the whole race.  After a full day of trailing MRO, I was too dang tired.  And my ears hurt.)