No guitar, no ecuminism, no key

A WEIRD DREAM
This morning when I woke up I was dreaming that we were getting ready for a worship service, but it was in the gymnasium where I went to high school (which isn't a high school anymore, but it would be an awesome church building). At first I was outside, and all these people were showing up. I remember Isaac's new bass player was there (Ben, I think), whom I've only met once, and he and his little brother got out of the back seat of an old Dodge Omni being driven by their dad. There were a bunch of the people I used to know when I lived in Buda. And kids out the wazoo. I was feeling pretty good because all these people were showing up (not at all like a real Sunday morning). But then... I started to freak out. I went to get my guitar, and I couldn't find my office. At first I was fairly cool about it, but eventually ended up running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I ran into the gym, and it was like a circus with people all over - the pep band was even set up in the bleachers. But no guitar. Finally I ran into Dave Ballinger - who pastors a church in Huntington - and he asked what was wrong. I told him, and he said he could take me to my office. Instead he took me to HIS office and offered to give me his guitar - which was way cool - but I declined because for the first time in my life I felt a real attachment to the guitar I currently use.

I woke up when it was 10:02 in my dream - which is the time we start our gathering. This is a recurring dream where I can't find my guitar and it's time for church to start, but this is the first time it's been in my old hometown. More coffee, please.

CHURCHES WORKING TOGETHER
Yesterday I got really hacked off at another pastor. We have a young couple that wants me to marry them but our sanctuary isn't big enough. I called a Methodist church nearby and asked about renting/using their facility... and the guy said 'no.' The reason I called there is because I've actually used it for a wedding before. But he said that was when a different pastor was there, and they didn't really want to have people using their building who weren't a part of their church. I was speechless. Dumbfounded. I somehow ended the conversation, and then started to get mad. Like, geezaree... if churches can't even work together on stuff like this......... I dunno, I probably should just shut up and forget about it. It still makes me mad.

LOCKED OUT
I forgot all about being locked out of the house. When Jane and I got back from San Diego, we got a ride from the airport to our house, they dropped us off, and the doors were locked. No problem, I thought, I have a key hidden. But... for some reason the key I had hidden wasn't a house key! Still, no problem. I had given the neighbors a key. Ahh, but they weren't home. Fortunately I knew of a window that wasn't locked, so I ended up crawling through the window and getting us inside finally. It's really the only way this trip could have ended. Just more fun.