Well, that month flew by like a Rolling Tide of War Eagles.  Or would it be like a Crimson Tiger?  Oh, the mascot blasphemy!  Yes, like all incredibly formational and eye-opening experiences, my month with the United Methodists of Birmingham, AL must come to an end.  Time flies when you’re beating 6th graders at Mario Kart.

But this town hasn’t seen the last of me.  I’ve gotten a new scent.  I’m on the trail.  The season is open.  And I’m in the mood for…Presbyterian. Continue reading →