4. Spiritual Practices and Social Distancing

In this episode, I share an segment where I was interviewed about Spiritual Practices for adults in times of social distancing.

Resources mentioned in the podcast include:
1. Morning Prayer and Evening Prayer from the United Methodist Church
2. Always We Begin Again
3. The Soul in Paraphrase

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St. Louis Day 2

What a day.

Reflecting before sleep just a few thoughts…

There was a longer wait this morning to get in… much longer. From no crowd to this:

Please watch Bishop Carter’s sermon from this morning. It is simply amazing. The text is here. There’s so much here and these words remind me why I’m a United Methodist and why I am an elder of the church.

Following opening worship, we heard three women share, each about one of the plans. I’m thankful for my friend, Jasmine Smothers, who shared abou the One Church Plan. Following the presentations, delegates began their work in earnest as they began prioritizing the different petitions. You can see the final rankings in the gallery below:

A couple of notes on the voting. First of all it made perfect sense that the WesPath petitions got the highest preference. They lobbied all groups to get their petitions heard. Now as for analysis on the ranking. I think the only thing that is certain is that the Simple Plan and Connectional Conferences Plans are both undesirable in the eyes of this General Conference. We’ll see if that proves to be the case. Also, the only thing that these preferences indicate is order in which the petitions will be taken up. They do not relate to a any vote as to what goes before the plenary session.

Once the preferences were set, there was the election of the officers of the One Legislative Committee. A little background…. normally, a scheduled General Conference will have multiple committees. As many as 13. As each committee processes its work, they send their approved petitions to the whole body or plenary session to vote on. Most items, especially those overwhelmingly supported in committee, go on a consent calendar that lets delegates approve many petitions at one time. The more controversial ones can be debated on the floor one at a time.

For this called session, there is only one legislative committee of the same 800 and something delegates as the plenary. Also, there will be no consent calendar. Everything will be heard by the full plenary.

So the election of the legislative officers happened—three people who have served and been trained as legislative committee officers were elected and immediately went to work on their jobs.

  • We heard that Judicial Council made a ruling on a declaratory decision had been decided before (nothing to see here).
  • There were two petitions related to Pensions—one that churches leaving from the denomination must pay the tail on their pension. Also another petition freezes and quantifies a pension, flipping it into a 403b.

One of the interesting rules in the Plan of Order is for all business to be done by 6p in time for worship and 6:30 adjournment. As so once these two WesPath petitions were approved, with about 15-20 minutes remaining, the chair tested the body as to whether or not they wanted to take up the Traditionalist Plan (with all of its Constitutional issues, per Judicial Council) or adjourn. The body overwhelming chose to adjourn early.

Do you want to know how the afternoon felt? Take a look at the floor below. The tables are supposed to be full. Instead when the committee adjourned for worship to begin, no one really stayed around.

Folks just left. Maybe they were worshipped out… we did have several 20 minute long singing breaks to figure out technology. Or, maybe, people were tired and needed to retreat.

There’s a lot of work to do tomorrow. Anything going to the plenary has to be handled by the committee tomorrow. I understand that the Standing Committee will be reporting on their work in the morning. Blessings, folks.

St. Louis, Here We Come Pt. 3

On my third trip to St. Louis, a mission trip, I remember hanging out downtown–where the old train station had become a downtown mall—the 90’s analogue to today’s “food halls”. The only thing that really sticks in my mind is that this was the first place I saw a shop where they “made” the fudge in front of you. A few of things I reflect on:

  1. You’ve got to pour it all out of the bowl before you start.
  2. You’ve also go to work quick before the fudge cools, otherwise it doesn’t fold. It just breaks.
  3. If you do it right, you’ll wind up with something yummy.
  4. The culinary arts are more of an art than a science.

For us in the Church and those at General Conference:

  1. I don’t think the average United Methodist, lay or clergy, realize the amount of politicking that has gone on in the run up to St. Louis and will happen. Informal sidebars, strategy luncheon, and daily briefings. They’ve already started and the conference doesn’t begin until Saturday! Rather than invite only meetings, secret deals, and strategizing why don’t we do all of our conferencing out in public, before the body of General Conference and the world? Get it all out on the table. Sure, go into executive session if you want but “the light shines in the darkness and darkness has not overcome it.”
  2. Four days is not a long time to conference—three when you realize that Saturday is a day of prayer and preparation. Three days to try to get 50% + 1 to agree to a way forward for The United Methodist Church. Just like the fudge will cease being malleable and foldable once it cools. The closer General Conference gets to Tuesday night’s adjournment, the more rigid I think folk will become.
  3. This is a precious opportunity to truly discern how the Holy Spirit is guiding us. I remember reading about the year General Conference voted to ordain women. It came as a surprise to the General Conference and when it came to the floor, no one thought it would pass. It wound up passing overwhelmingly.
  4. There has been a lot of time and energy spent trying to read the tea leaves—straw polls, surveys, and research performed. I’ll let others proclaim the gift of divination but it seems to me that there are ways for the people called Methodist in America (and the world) to stay united and do faithful ministry in their various contexts. We just need to trust God and each other, believe that God is in the midst of all this, and have the courage to lead and let others lead, as well.

Reflections on Children in Care and Vows Made

One of the promises we make at baptism in The United Methodist Church, either our own or that of our children, is to “accept the freedom and power God gives you to resist evil, injustice, and oppression in whatever forms they present themselves”. Our imaginations flock to common themes–sin, the devil, and temptations that lead down the broad road to hell (paved with good intentions, to boot!). Racism, sexism, and xenophobia come to the mind of many, as well. I imagine another place many’s minds might lead them are the seven deadly sins.

Having spent 18 months in the ministry of connecting our Conference’s Child Welfare ministry with the ministry of local churches, baptism–the vows we’ve made–has become the key lens through which I see this ministry, especially this vow. Caring for children in the midst of trauma represents a form of resisting evil, injustice and oppression.

In my current place of ministry, I get to spend every day asking congregations how we can best come alongside and join what they are already doing–being in ministry with children and families. In some ways, this not unique. Many churches make this kind of request of each other. Churches join together in VBS during the summer, they might try to share children’s ministry staff, or they might collaborate to support the local schools. There are unique qualities to this invitation, though, when the invitation comes from a child welfare agency, namely:

  • We have no idea how long the relationship between church members and each child might last. Maybe it lasts for a day. Maybe it lasts forever. Realistically, it is somewhere in between–usually about a year.
  • The rules we have when in ministry with a child welfare agency take what we already do to safe guard children and place those rules on steriods. Not just any background check will do and not just any time-passing conversation is appropriate. Probably most awkward for me is this: when a family or individual applies to be a foster parent, the veil of confidentiality falls into place. There are easy trainings to be done and common-held best practices. Definitely nothing to scare anyone off, though.

As we think about it, the above is true for almost any child a church gets the privilege of ministering with children. We don’t know when a parent’s job might cause them to move. We don’t know what’s going on at home. These are only more apparent when the child is in care of the State.

Because of this….

I think about the vows I made at my own baptism. Every. Single. Day. Before being appointed to UMCH, I never had a “grown up” job that wasn’t in the church. Even though my job does involve engaging churches each and every day, it is not ministry in a parish. There’s no sanctuary down the hall, no bulletin to get finished, no trustee to call about whatever kind of maintenance is needed. Most churches have a theology around a sense of place. This is not always true in an office. I never realized how much the implicit symbols of ministry in the church shaped my faith until now. A certain degree of intentionality compensates for this. For example, I lead our Wednesday morning staff prayer time. When I’m next appointed as pastor, I’ll be a little more empathetic about the folks and their workplace.

I think about the vows made at my child’s baptism. Every. Single. Day. Her granddaddy and a dear friend baptized her while Susan and I got to be parents on that day. Also present were friends, family, and loved ones. There were also two congregations that took on the vows that they knew they were not going to see through to her confirmation. They took on the vows for others who are guiding and teaching Joy today. Whether or not a child has been water-washed and Spirit-born, the church has a responsibility to care for other children and provide safe space. It is true for my child as well as any other.

I also think about the vows made at my ordination. Every. Single. Day. Though Sunday mornings usually find me doing something in a church somewhere, no, I don’t get to preach every Sunday. This season of ministry does not have me standing behind the table or at the font on a regular basis. I am not the person charged with bringing order to the life and ministry of a congregation. That said, I do get to live out the Word in action and in deed–and I get to equip pastors to do this meaningful work as they order the life of their church. I’m also understanding at a deeper level what it means to live a sacramental life. Yes, in response to baptism and invigorated by the Eucharist but also a life that is one of thanksgiving and seeking to embody the life and teachings of Jesus.

I don’t know the names of the kids our ministry serves and I most certainly do not know their backgrounds. I do not know if their family ascribes to a faith and, if so, which one. But I hope that in every situation we act and respond with the love, compassion, and grace implicit in the vows made on our own behalf, those we took on, and those we have made on behalf of our own children.


Saturday Night and the Screen is Glowing

Saturday night.

Preacher, you hurriedly rewrite your sermon, your heart breaking yet one more time.

Frantic fingers desperately seeking to follow as the Spirit guides.

The temptation is Real. The allure is real to let God’s prophetic Word be watered-down, diminished, altered, made more palatable all because of fear. Fear of loss. Fear of diminished influenced. Fear of accusation of preaching politics instead of preaching Jesus.

Take courage, Preacher. You do not stand in the midst of your people alone. You stand with God present, the great cloud of witnesses supporting you–Martin, Theresa, Dietrich, William, Harry, Frances, Mary… and countless others who preached such a word in their time.

Tomorrow, stand among God’s precious people and offer hope, not some cheap-grace-infused imitation of hope that reinforces status-quo or leaves us with a thin, shiny veneer or would-be happy.

Give people the hope they seek that only comes from Jesus.

Give people Jesus–the Jesus who calls us into the Light that casts out Darkness, the Jesus who draws all to him, the Jesus who calls us to live in his example, the Jesus who calls us to recognize God’s image present in all.

Yes. Do call us to confession.

Help us, Preacher, understand and feel God’s call to stand up and say “no more” to hatred, injustice, and oppression.

Call them what they are–sin.

Call out our complicity, individually and collectively, in this sin.

Help us to hear the invitation from Jesus to us, anew, to seek the present of God’s renewing, forgiving Spirit. Then, tell us the story of God’s amazing love, complete forgiveness, and clarion call to Receive the Spirit that restores and transformed each and every one of us.

Preacher, I know this is not easy. The easier path is to demure in the face of such atrocities.

Please, Preacher, take one more step. Find some way to share the Word God is giving you beyond the four walls of the church. Let the people who think the Church is sitting feckless on the sidelines hear what God is saying through you.

Be a beacon. Be Light. Offer hope. All will be well–Jesus promised us.

I’m praying for you this night.


The Holy Family, Memes, and Kids in Crisis

At the risk of perpetuating the stereotype of me seeing much of life through the lens of an anglophile, I’m sharing this video that recently came across my inbox:

I’ve always read Scripture–and experienced God–through the lens of hospitality. Be it Zaccheus being suddenly thrust into the role of sharing a meal with Jesus, Paul finding hospitality as he traveled (except when that hospitality was the jailer’s), Elijah and the widow of Zarephath, or Jesus telling the person next to him that they would be together in paradise, the practice of welcoming people threads throughout Scripture.

It makes sense, then that the Holy Family’s narrative would involve the question of who, exactly is going to provide a place for the birth of the Christ child.

What Does Your Stable Look Like?

All of our sweet Christmas pageants, creches and live nativities domesticate our presumptive theater-of-the mind narratives and associated images. I’m complicit as I have enjoyed watching my own daughter graduate from role to role. There was thee year we had the “flash mob” nativity where participants wound up with two Mary’s and no Joseph’s, she was a sheep. The year of the dramatic monologue, she was a dove. This year, she simply sang in a choir. Before long she’ll be in the running for Mary. Those precious images captivate us, and rightfully so. They also numb us to the realities:

  • The stables and mangers we spend so long creating and festooning supplant the reality of a hollow place in a rock cliff we call a “manger”.
  • An older child portraying Mary might be more realistic than we would like to think.
  • The Holy Family had experiences very similar to immigrants or refugees, needing to rely upon the generosity of strangers for safety and shelter.

This season has seen many memes referencing race, immigration status, and even religion when it comes to who all was present at the first Christmas.

Retrieved from Clergy Coaching Network’s Facebook Feed


“Jose y Maria” by Everett Patterson

There’s a Song in the Air

There’s something about this season when we celebrate the Incarnation, when we cannot help but practice hospitality. We welcome family and friends into our homes. We exchange gifts. We seem to all want to be a little more generous. I do no think this comes from small schmaltzy sentimentality. This is simply part and parcel of who we are as children of God.

The Incarnation, in all of it’s deep, profound, and complex theologies is also profoundly simple. God comes to be with us. That affirms the innate worth of humanity–a narrative that begins in the Creation Story and continues to this day. But it finds it’s clearest articulation by the birth of a child in need of parents to love, care, and feed him–a child that would be in peril were it not for Mary and Joseph’s willingness to continue saying yes to God’s invitation.

I guess there have always been children in peril. The images from Syria prove that.

Retrieved from New Yorker website.

Regretfully, it seems this is always the case.

What surfaces, though, is this poetic symmetry–God loves us enough to come and be with us. It came to pass that the most fitting way to do this was with a poor, homeless family in dire circumstances. In response to God’s love for us in Jesus, we are called to be tangibly present–incarnate–for others, especially all of the Mary’s and Joseph’s of the world.

Who’s In Peril in Our Community?

This feature on GPB references foster care in Georgia and specifically points to methamphetamine addiction as a contributing factor for the rise of children in foster care in our state. A friend who works in this field in Virginia said the same thing in this interview.

These parents and these children are the exact people whom we need be incarnate for, the exact people who need someone to come alongside, provide hospitality, and abide for a while. Every children deserves a loving, compassionate, and nurturing home.

I’m honored that I get to serve the church by inviting congregations and individuals to serve, to love, to restore children from trauma. This Christmas, as our family reads the Christmas story, it will take on an entirely new facet because of this work.

Merry Christmas.

A View From Around the Conference

I’ve spent the past several weeks driving, literally, the width and breadth within the confines of the North Georgia Conference. I’ve seen a lot and even eaten some pretty good barbeque. I’ve learned a lot. Here’s just a few:

  • All the Superintendents really do appreciate the work of their clergy. I saw support, compassion, respect, and encouragement. They’ve got a tough job, they work hard,  and I respect them even more.
  • All the Superintendents do things a little bit differently. This is to be expected. Between personal preference and the context of each district there’s a variety of ways to lead. And it all seems to work out.
  • There’s a wonderful diversity of churches, clergy, styles of ministry in this Annual Conference. Small town, intown, suburban, county seat, circuits, part-time, full-time, station appointments, family chapels, roadside chapels, churches in the middle of a community and churches with no community. I’ve seen a few and listened to a lot of clergy share of how theyand their people try to impact lives for good.
  • Vital Churches look different from one place to the next. There’s no one way to do church and there’s definitely no one way to do church well.
  • But they all seem to have a few things in common–a focus on the people not-yet in the church, a trusted partnership between clergy and laity, and an abiding sense of joy in the tasks of ministry.
  • Respect people’s hard work, listen, and encourage where you can–this is what I’ve learned about myself.

I’m thankful for the journey and looking forward to the next time I get to head out on the road.

And if you want to ever talk about foster care ministry in your community, give me a call.

Unfinished Business

Unfinished Atlanta

The past few years have taught me a lot about myself. For example, I learned from a Stengths Assessment that I am distinctly a visionary and not so much for the details. I realized I am also someone who achieves satisfaction not by checking of items on a to-do list but when a project or goal is accomplished. To leave New Church at this stage, though I am entirely convinced that this is the right and wise decision, feels entirely unsatisfactory when it comes to pushing my personal buttons. We They do not have a contract on selling property. We They have not made a formal decision about a permanent home. We They don’t even have a permanent name, yet. At one point, we had a goal that these big pieces would be in place before there was a change of leadership. That is not going to happen. It has to be left as unfinished business. These now fall into the hands of my very capable successors who will do excellently.

Unfinished Portland

Speaking of unfinished business, I followed my Superintendent’s request that we remain silent, listening to God as we try to figure out what all we did at General Conference. One might have a similar sense of frustration in not completing a task since we did not vote on the matters related to human sexuality. The more I think about the course chosen, I like it. The idea of a special commission allows for people to stop, pray, and listen. It allows for some consideration to be given for format and constituency. It also allows for buy-in as any proposal comes forth. While I remain in prayer for our Bishops as they will not make any decisions about the Commission until their November 2016 meeting, I do have a few ideas: 

  • Try inviting different people to the table. The usual suspects who have been so wrapped up in this issue for so long are nearing retirement. Maybe fresh perspectives will bring fresh solutions.
  • Related, while I am not sure how to get at this, let the vast majority–if not all–of the Commission should be populated by people who will live into the consequences. Folks need to have skin in the game. Invite wise sages to be conversation partners or consult, sure. But the bulk of this commission should be clergy with more than 10 years of service left before mandatory retirement and laity who actuarially have, say, 20 years to live into these decisions.
  • Keep it relatively small: 40 people, maximum. There needs to be representation but too large a Commission becomes unwieldy.
  • Surprise us with who will be the chair. Invite someone who garners the respect of all and is not seen as an apologist or acolyte for either of the two umbrella caucus groups.

Unfinished Orlando

There is much unfinished business when it comes to the atrocities in Orlando. Speaking for myself and myself only, the loss of life at a LGBTQ club on a Latino/a theme night cannot be interpreted as anything but a hate crime and act of terrorism. Yes, an attack on one is an attack on all. That said, we cannot forget that the Pulse club and the revellers present were intentionally targeted. To state this is not “making it political”, it’s observing reality. 

There’s work to be done to remind one another and the world that this killer stood outside the norms of his faith. Leaders in the Muslim community were quick to point out that this man did not stand within their faith when he committed these heinous acts. Yes, there’s unfinished business in helping Christians understand that extremists do not represent the totality or mainstream of their faith.

We cannot forget that, yet again, an assault weapon was used to killed numerous people. Regardless of how one chooses to interpret the right to bear arms clause in the Bill of Rights or the right for folks to be able to enjoy hunting, there’s got to be some common sense solutions to bring forth a modicum of gun control. Too many people have needlessly died at the hands of people wielding assault weapons. When will we have the moral courage to stand up and say, “no more”? 

There’s so much to do in order to offer confession, reconciliation, hope, peace, safety, and (in time) forgiveness. We have unfinished business, church.

Unfinished Future

There’s unfinished business when it comes to foster care–and I haven’t even started my new appointment! There’s 150 kids in Georgia who, every month, spend the night with a social worker in a hotel room because there’s not enough foster parents in Georgia. Even then, there’s not a sufficient pool of foster parents to place kids in their region of the state. We need churches that want to be engaged in vital ministry in their communities. We need to recruit caring people to be trained as foster parents or be trained to support foster parents. The more I learn, the more excited I get about this vital work.

Greater Things Are Yet to Come

Maybe another way to think about “unfinished business” is through the lens of “greater things are yet to come”. After all, Jesus did say that we will, empowered by the Spirit, be able to accomplish more than he ever did. I’m not sure we’ve gotten there, yet. But maybe it’s not so much about the destination as it is the journey. It would behoove us all if we remember that as we take each step we go with God. We are not alone. God willing, New Church will never be a finished product but will continue to grow and evolve as the Spirit guides and the community responds. Regretfully, there will probably always be one form or another of extremism with us. It’s having friends who identify as gay, lesbian, transgender, or bisexual that that helps us remember individuals whenever we become numb to endless news cycles. It’s in knowing people who practice Islam that we come to understand that faith in its not-extremist forms. It’s in getting to know folk whose family has been impacted because of someone wielding a gun in order to hurt others that we understand that the common good might call for changing our laws. It’s in getting to know a child who smiles, again, that we learn about the need to provide a safe, loving home.

Maybe we need to walk and talk enough together until we can see each other as child of God and affirm the good that is done. Maybe then, in those deep relationships will we be able to begin approaching, collectively, the greater things that are yet to come and the unfinished business gets completed in manner that calls upon the Spirit-prompted, collective will and work of many.

Receiving A Season of Silence

I love my District Superintendent. Sure, he does all the D.S.-type things (“pay your apportionments”, “sign up for _______ “, “will you serve on X committee?”). But he’s also very wise and a contemplative. The Monday after General Conference, his weekly email to the district said the following:

General Conference is over, but the work is just beginning. The work to implement the rules and laws that will guide us over the next four years begins now, as information is disseminated to each of the Annual Conferences. But, before we begin or before we receive the work of our leaders, may I ask for us to do something? This may or may not seem radical to some of you; this may be a no-brainer to others, but, please, as your District Superintendent, allow me this request.

I am asking that we have the next two weeks in the Atlanta Emory District as a season of silence and prayer. Please do not “share” your feelings concerning the General Conference and the actions or non-actions taken. Please do not let social media become our “Bible” to get our thoughts out there before the world. Let us spend these next two weeks in silence, allowing the Holy Spirit to move through all we have seen, heard, and learned. Let God have the first voice in our lives and in our ministries over the next two weeks. At the same time, I call each of you pastors (or laity reading this) to a serious time of prayer. Pray for those who attended General Conference; pray for our Bishops – our spiritual leaders. Pray for those rejoicing, and pray for those hurting. Spend time in prayer that God, by the power of God’s Holy Spirit, will reveal to us in Atlanta Emory, in North Georgia, in the United Methodist Church the best next steps. Pray for understanding and for the ability to respond in the power of this scripture to guide you:

Mark 12:30-31(CEB) 

30 and you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your being, with all your mind, and with all your strength.[a] 31 The second is this, You will love your neighbor as yourself.[b] No other commandment is greater than these.”

So thank you, Boss. I have received this invitation as a gift.

Do I have thoughts swirling? Yes.

Will I publish them? Quite Possibly!

Every single one of them? We hope not!

Enjoy the silence, friends. I encourage all my colleagues who wrote extensively at General Conference to the same practice.


I’m ending this day awash in snippets of ideas and images. These are among the ones I’m thankful for:

For Bishop Lloyd Knox, for calling my father-in-law (a pastor who was under appointment in the same Annual Conference Bishop Knox served). Here’s how the conversation began:

Hoyt: Hello?

Bp Knox: Hello. Hoyt? It’s Lloyd.

Hoyt: Lloyd who?

Bp Knox: Lloyd Knox. How are you?

Hoyt: Oh!

He was just calling to chat. There was no agenda; he wasn’t getting moved. For bishops who take the time to check-in with their pastors, I am thankful.

For a spouse who keeps one’s feet grounded.

There’s the story that Bishop Bevel Jones would readily tell. One day, soon after being elected to the office of bishop, Bishop Jones’ spouse asked him to take out the trash. Much to his objection, he declared that it was not fitting for a bishop of the church to take out the garden. His wife replied, “Put your robe on if you want but the trash still needs to go out.”

Bishop Jones told this story on himself in a class I took from him at the Candler School of Theology. Humility in the midst of such dizzying times is a gift we could all stand to receive.

For the legacy of ministries that keep women in difficult circumstances safe.

The United Methodist Church withdrew from an organization it helped found: the Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice. This organization advocated for women’s health choices and ministered to women in the midst of difficult circumstances. 

I know we have a “nuanced” statement on abortion, which I adhere to pretty closely. I realize those are private conversations and decisions between a woman, her doctor, and family. I seem to find myself gravitating to the axiom that is oft-told, “safe, legal, and rare.” I pray we can kind another place to witness.

For a church that is wise enough to have a body that helps us hold ourself in check.

Our Judicial Council made two rulings today. They reminded some of our leaders that they cannot manipulate a situation to remain in power longer than the rules state. They also reminded us that while creativity is something to be nurtured, we all have rules that we must follow. As we say in our ordination vows, we keep our rules not for wrath but for consciousness sake.

We need to innovate. We need to encourage, invite, and woo people into a relationship with Jesus. It is helpful to remember that we do this in conversation and collaboration with others. 

For women in ministry:

Today we celebrated the 60th anniversary of the ordination of women. For colleagues, mentors, pastors , and legacy-makers I am grateful for your ministry, presence, and leadership.

I cannot imagine a church without women in leadership. I am glad my daughter can imagine a world where she, as she discovers what God has called her to do, can dream and do anything.

For a church that holds forth healthcare for all as an ideal:

Today, we voted on a resolution reaffirming the vision of a single payer healthcare system for America. I was not sure we were going to affirm this. Then a man from the Northwest Katanga Annual Conference (Democratic Republic of Congo) spoke. He pointed out two items: why should he be hearing about a US centric matter, and why not remember the poor among us a vote for it. It passed.

Living into a Global Church is difficult. Many times we want to talk about financial considerations or cultural clashes. Sometimes, we are reminded that we do, truly need each other.

Lastly, I am grateful for new friends, old friends, and colleagues. I am especially thankful for folks that love me enough to keep me in conversation, even when I’m tired.

One more day of General Conference. Tomorrow is the budget. Keep your eyes and ears open.