I spent a couple of hours out at North Park this evening with Amber, TJ and the dogs.  It is a huge park — something like 3,200 acres or something.  We walked around a bit and just talked and hung out.  I grow to love this area more and more as time goes by.  More than that I love my family more than ever. 

 I realize more and more how messed up I have let my priorities get in the past.  Iron City Church will not ever become more important to me than my family.  How screwed up is it that we pastors tend to have the biggest messiah complexes?  What is that all about?