We beat the storm. Yes, that monster creeping across the country consuming fruit in Florida and shutting down Chicago O’Hare. We slipped out of Washington-Dulles with just an hour to spare. Only to be greeted in Geneva with enough snow, wind, and turbulence to make everyone on the plane clap after touchdown.
The team loaded up in the van and arrived in Yverdon an hour later. Even Baby Judah was happy to see more than seat-backs, admiring the rolling hillsides and quaint architecture.
We took a brief nap here in the dorms of the School of Worship–doing our best to aclimate to the time change as fast as possible–then headed out for a brisk walk through the town. Tabitha pulls her collar up as high as she can, back to the wind, looking sharp in her dashing red coat. I think I shall call her Little Red.
We’ll retire early this evening, then head out for our first meeting, an all day Muscian’s Conference. I’ll be presenting both keynote messages, leading worship with Jenny and an indiginous group of awesome players, then Jenny and I teaching a workshop on Prophetic Worship.
Assuming they have wifi, I’ll try a few live feeds on uStream. Thanks for all your prayers! ch: