A few weeks ago I had one of those windshield conversations with my eighteen-year old son, Casey.  We were heading home after a week of fishing in the High Sierras when, quite unexpectedly, he asked if I was nervous about preaching my first sermon at St. Andrew.  It’s a beautiful thing when your eighteen-year old son asks you a question that doesn’t end with the words “money,” “credit card,” or “car keys.” “Dad, are you nervous about preaching your first sermon at St. Andrew?” I was touched by … [Read more...]