Sleep deprivation is an ugly thing. I was a zombie, minus the odd gait and thirst for human flesh. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in about a week. It was taking its toll as I often nearly nodded off throughout the day.
I wasn’t the only one . The guys I shared the room with didn’t sleep that night due to my snoring. They had ear plugs. One tried to sleep in the closet to find refuge, to no avail. They didn’t dare risk it again. I am the sole survivor of the apocalypse. Throughout the day I ran into other guys from my presbytery in a similar state. Not how you want to do church business.
First, I went to the prayer seminar by Paul Miller. It was good, a condensed version of his prayer seminar. But I couldn’t make it thru the 2nd half of the session. Too tired! But I discovered that most PCA pastors struggle with prayer at least as much as me. This is counter-intuitive with our theology.We confess the weakness of the flesh, and idolatry of the heart. We know the importance of prayer and yet aren’t known for our prayer lives.
The morning business session dealt with the overtures (requests for action) regarding. The Book of Church Order and Rules of Assembly. Perhaps there is a purgatory, and I was in it. Hearing from representatives for other denominations was good. One of the conservative Presbyterian churches in South Korea and the Presbyterian Church of Brazil far outnumber the the conservative Presbyterian denominations here, combined.
Lunch was spent with Doug Falls. Good friendships just pick right up again. I love that. We went to an Irish pub, and the black and blue burger was good. Catching up was better.
Instead of checking the agenda, I sat down in the meeting as it resumed. I should have gone back to the hotel for a nap. Mostly reports. They can be encouraging, but I was just too tired.
Dinner was with the Daltons at Doc Crow’s as Danny continued the Louisville Bourbon Walk. Good BBQ, and more affordable than lunch (do you sense a pattern here?). It was unique with the slaw under meat and fried onions on top. Bye onions. Joe’s Crab Shack was turning into my white whale. Would I ever get some seafood (though I could have had a soft shell sandwich at Doc’s)?
The worship service was tough, I was sooo tired. And the sermon intro was way too long. I asked Danny, “Does he have a text, cause he’s not exegeting anything.” Suddenly he addressed the text. Did a good job, though it was not substantially longer then his intro.
Then I discovered there was no business that night. There was an ice cream social. A great opportunity to just enjoy Danny and Jamie’s company. But I needed sleep so I returned to the hotel to find Eddie gone and the other guy getting a room elsewhere. Awkward!
A check of the Red Sox score and a few chapters of a novel, and it was to bed for a decent night’s sleep. True to form, I’d be up for an hour in the middle of the night, and would be awakened before 7 by some stranger knocking on my door, but mission mostly accomplished.