The hill across the lake where we once vacationed as children displays the aftermath of a tornado. Adjacent the power dam where we like to fish shows signs the ecosystem has been adjusted by the not too distant storm.
Reading SBC Voices while the rain is keeping us off the lake conjures the same images. Many bemoan the sectarian nature of the current SBC. It is as if we do not have a good memory.What we experience today is the aftermath. Religious battles have disrupted the delicate ecosystem that is the SBC.
There is no going back.
I am getting rested and ready for what may be a historical SBC Annual meeting for more reasons than electing the first African-American President. Something will emerge. What we do not know.
In the meantime, you may find some photos fishing trip on my Tumblr site.