A guest in our home . . . and I am deeply troubled.
A student from my first semester of full-time teaching is staying in our home tonight. What a joy to welcome him into our home! He was raised in Tulsa, the son of a preacher. He trained for ministry and for most of the past 18 years he's been a pastor in Texas. The past several years he has pastored a large, historic Baptist church in Dallas. In the past year, I have seen him almost every week. He has started a new church in Oklahoma City that worships on Saturday and our family has worshipped with this new church nearly every weekend. He's a trusted friend. I love him. Since it was the first time he had any reason to stay overnight in our home, in the last minutes before he went off to the bedroom, we had to configure some plans for the morning on who is going where, when and how at what time - with our family routines and when we drive off to work and school. Our guest will be leaving our home earlier than us in the morning to go to the gym, and