I've been AWOL again, and after only
a few posts at that. Our family
moved. It was just next door and
downhill at that, but it was still a move.
I feel I should post about the obligatory things one posts about when
moving: too much stuff, lots of work, etc.
Instead, I'm reminiscing of my friend Derek Thomas.
We were in Fresno last year speaking at the California
Conference on Reformed Theology. Derek
had the last session late on Saturday afternoon, then I whisked him away from his
groupies--they can actually quote his sermons back to him from listening to so
many MP3s. We headed to Yosemite National Park in our rental PT
Cruiser. I was at the wheel and Derek
was on the lookout for a bear. We made
it the park, forked over a significant amount of money just for an hour's
drive, with Derek muttering about the merits of socialized leisure. (Not really, he actually paid.) We made it to Glacier Point just at
sunset. Both of us agreed it would have
been better to have shared the moment with our wives, but as two theologians together
we managed to enjoy the moment quite a bit.
Then we hopped back in the PT Cruiser and set out to find a bear. We failed.
I finally suggested to Derek that he wrap himself in bacon and head off
through the woods. He pondered it for a
moment before deciding against it. We
made it back to the hotel for dinner at ten, just in time to prepare for the
Sabbath.
Moral of
the story? Whisk Derek away from one of
the umpteen conferences he speaks at, telling him you know where he'll be able
to see a bear. Trust me, you'll have the
time of your life.
