Later this week I'll be meeting about 20 guys whom I've met with for a day or two each year for 20 years, usually right after the ACU lectureship. When we started we were all young preachers in Churches of Christ. Through the years, there have been lots of ups and downs that we've celebrated together and grieved together. We've connected with each other through divorce, death, struggles, firings, career changes, and denominational changes. Of the original group, three or four chose to drop out at some point through the years. But, amazingly, the vast majority kept making the pilgrimage to share our stories with each other and pray for each other. We're no longer young. Several aren't preachers. And some aren't in Churches of Christ. It has been a powerful thing to be connected with these brothers through the years. And while our regular gatherings will end, the history and the friendships won't, I'm sure. - - - - Last night, David Fleer's message was excellent. He walked us through the text of John 4 with the image of a slideshow. In one of his slides, he asked us to imagine him standing at customs with two bags: the baggage he was trying to bring into the text. It was a good reminder that we have an incredibly hard time hearing texts when we come with our preconceived notions. Tonight is my turn at the ACU lectureship. My text is John 6 where Jesus says, "I am the bread of life." I dreamed the night before last that I forgot my audience could speak English and I tried stumbling through in Spanish. It was a tiring night as I kept trying to remember how to say things. As a fan of bread, I love driving past the Mrs. Baird's store factory on the way home. And I love standing around the tortilla machine at HEB. And I love it when the hot fresh bread comes out at Johnny Carino's. So how about you -- what's the very best bread you've ever had?