Tulsa, Stream in the Desert, and Pepperdine are now all in the rearview mirror. I loved each one, but I also love the sense of pressure being over. They all came in the wake of such an intense experience following the wreck. I am emotionally and spiritually drained. I won't be home for Sunday morning, but Highland people will be blessed by my absence! Probably the best lecture given here this year was by Randy Harris. He's going to preach that message again Sunday morning at his home church (Highland). Once again it felt like God allowed the two of us to team up. He preached on Peter's denial (John 18), and I spoke on his restoration (John 21). - - - - - - - - I have many answers to my question from yesterday. But here's one of my answers: my mom. If I opened my eyes after incredible failure, I'd want to see her. I've been nurtured for the 48 years of my life by an amazing woman. Articulate. Bright. Compassionate. Deep faith. And strong. Very, very strong. I remember as a boy -- maybe 12ish -- hearing an older girl who lived next door say, "Your mom is the most beautiful woman I know." I said, "Huh?" I'd never thought about that. She was a MOM, for crying out loud. But I later realized that she was right. She has twice watched her sons grieve. People don't often realize how great the grief of grandparents is. But they get hit twice: they suffer the loss of a grandchild and then they have to watch their own child hurt. Mom's been through this twice. Since retiring as a newspaper editor, she has been active in mission work, going several times for extended stays in the Ukraine. Now she's back in the classroom, taking Spanish at the local college. One of the greatest blessings of my life is that I am my mother's son. Happy Mother's Day.