Update: I still have all digits on my appendages as I install this oak hardwood floor. Yet, on my left hand, I have two deep cuts — one on the fat of my hand and one on the end of my finger. I’ll squelch the desire to post pictures. None were by the chop saw.
Community life is like installing oak hardwood. Laying solid foundations often involves the shedding of blood — usually our own. Oh, and we do it for love.
Speaking of my love, here is our report from Anita’s and my trip to Rome some time ago with global Vineyard leaders, where we met with Father Raneiro Cantalamessa, the preacher to Pope John Paul II.