We've loved having James and Marla Walters, friends of ours from Boston, here for the weekend. While they went to ACU's dinner theater last night, Diane, Chris, and I watched "The Man from Snowy River." That's a movie that just doesn't get old. Any other Snowy River fans out there? I'm looking forward to preaching tomorrow. But . . . But life is still surreal. I keep hearing that we've had "closure" as a church to the wreck. I'm very thankful for that -- but most of the families directly involved weren't around for the closure. We were stuck in hospitals. And for these families, it just isn't that easy, anyway. There are femurs and vertebrae and collar bones and thumbs in the slow process of healing. Plus, there is the lasting of trauma of receiving the news and wondering, "Did anyone survive?" There is the ongoing agony of knowing that one of the friends didn't survive. There are the images of our children hanging upside down in a ditch as earth-time suspended. And so, no, we haven't experienced closure. We aren't ready to go on. I have almost no interest in committee meetings, worship style, travel, lectureship, etc. The only place that makes sense to me right now is by my son's side--helping him try to get relief from that darn back brace that has to be synched down tight over broken ribs. Our little basketball team played at noon. We play again for the championship at 5:00. I never thought I'd find myself coaching next to my son in a wheelchair. Thanks for continued prayers, and thanks for the prayer requests that can be found in Thursday's comments.