Back from Nashville after a pilgrimage with the Hesters, the Mattises, and the Maxwells. Yesterday morning at Woodmont Hills (where I preached at all three services while John York sang in the choir and Rubel sat out there smiling at me) was wonderful. What a great, vibrant church! And the Zoe Conference? 1200 people crammed into a 1000 seat auditorium. Not just that, but 1200 eager, sing-at-the-top-of-your-lungs people crammed in there. There were so many wonderful things, but it's hard to top hearing Brian McLaren. If you've never read his books, now is a good time to start. Another big kick this year was meeting many of the regulars who comment on this blog. I really wanted to start Saturday night by saying, "All right, everyone who's linked up through the World Of Blog, please stand up." I think this was my 10th (or maybe 11th) Zoe Conference, counting the ones on the road (Houston, Phoenix, Fresno, and St. Louis in the last two years). But it was Diane's first. I loved having her there! After one session, we agreed that our favorite place to be in worship is sitting right next to Grant Boone. Not only is he carrying some of those vocal genes of his dad (Nick) and uncle (Pat), but he is a hold-nothing-back participant in worship! Final note for the day: my World Series picks are still good: the Cards and the Angels.