Ice, Ice, Baby
John Piper is coming to speak at my church this Friday, the same day that I fly to Minneapolis, his hometown. This is not only trivial coincidence, but brutal irony. I love John Piper. Moreover, he'll be enjoying 50°+ weather in Seattle, while I'll be picking frozen boogers in 28° temperature highs. Nevertheless, I'm excited to visit Minneapolis for the first time and to celebrate with good friends at Wedding #1 of 2010.
After the wedding, I'll be boarding a short flight to Chicago to celebrate my dad's birthday. There the temperatures will reach a balmy 35°. If six years in California wore down my cold threshold, three subsequent years in temperate Seattle have dealt the final blow. I've been wussified. But whatever. I still look forward to a great, if freezing, weekend at home in the Midwest.
You know what else is cool? I used to hang out with this guy. And by "hang out," I mean I was occasionally paid to keep an eye on him. (Is it still called "babysitting" when they're ten years old and you're chatting with them about robots?) That was ten years ago. This Tuesday I'll be cheering for him and Team USA.
