One of the hazards about doing the pastor thing...

We make our trade in words. Words, words and always more words.

So, at least for me, when I wake up in the middle of the night, if the words start to come, I'm in trouble... I probably will not get back to sleep until the words get out and accomplish what they came for. Emails, blog entries, sermon paragraphs and ideas...
I know that if I wait until morning, they'll be gone, and too many words have visited me late at night and then never been seen again because I wouldn't get up, so...

Here I am at 2:31 am.

Words.

Emails are big for me late at night.

If you ever get an email from me and the time stamp seems to indicate I was typing it at 3am, it's not a mistake. Most likely, I was woken up by something, my mind got turning, and...

I tend to start thinking back to our last Sunday gathering, who was there, who wasn't. I start thinking about those whom I haven't seen in a couple of weeks. I begin to worry. The words start to form in my mind, and...

If you ever get one of those emails from me, feel loved. I was thinking about you in the middle of the night when I should, should, should have been sleeping.

I was going to write something like "I love words, but sometimes I wish I could turn them off." But then I thought- no I don't. I don't wish that at all. Quite the opposite in fact... :)