LIFE IN A BUBBLE
I LIVE IN A BUBBLE. I don't think about it. I don't realize it. It never crosses my mind. In fact, I don't even think it's true. But, it is. I have a family that is from time-to-time relatively functional. I have a great wife. I have a great job. I have a house in the suburbs with more room than we need. I have two cars that sit on the driveway because I have too much stuff in my garage to fit them in. I eat out sometimes, go to movies, buy clothes (well, my wife does) and take vacations. It's just a normal life...at least, that's what I assume. Then, it happens. Someone, pin in hand, comes along and "POP", the bubble is exposed. That was the case last night. It all seemed to innocent. My Community Group Leader said, "Let's go to Street Church together!". So, we agreed to go last night. The night came, and of course, it was inconvenient. Susan had work to do that made us l...