About four months ago I related to you a story regarding what happened to me at DFW airport.  Just for illustrative purposes let me briefly go through what happened at that time.  I was in Colorado speaking and I flew back to DFW airport.  My family was there to greet me.  As I got off the plane, I had with me a black leather attache and in the attache I had my Bible and that particular week’s sermon.  As I was assisting my wife in putting the twins into the car seats of our suburban, I took the leather attache and put it on top of the suburban.  I then drove off and the attache flipped off the top of the car never to be found again.

Needless to say, I was very upset.  I was angered.  I was chapped.  I had had the Bible ever since the church was started five years ago.  I used it every week in my preparation.  The leather attache was a gift from my parents to me and the sermon, well it had to be rewritten.  And I vowed to my wife and to my family that I would never, ever, ever put anything on top of a car again as long as I live.

And I kept my promise until this past Wednesday evening.  This past Wednesday evening after our midweek service I was walking out in the darkness with my family to my wife’s car.  I had in my hand a notebook, a Bible and this week’s message.