After a little more time at Central College,
This morning we worshipped with The Bridge in Ottumwa, where my friend Marty serves as pastor. So great to see how God is moving elsewhere, stirring at least the possibility of people falling in love both with Him and with that city—it's neglected and run down in many patches and on many levels, but it's got good bones and will almost certainly respond to some real love and commitment, even (or especially) in faltering, imperfect steps. Also encouraging to see how Marty's come into his own—this morning he very much seemed the man for the job God's given him.
Tons to process with all the reconnecting, but that doesn't feel burdensome. This has been worth the trip.