People. You have no idea. Charlotte is on the verge of freakin’ collapse. Wachovia got bought out. Wachovia. And I really like Wachovia. Citi I don’t know so much. There’s no gas. I went driving around looking for gas tonight. I found a station with a tanker truck (down by our old house), waited while he unloaded, waited 15 more minutes, then drove back home to get the other car, bring it back and fill it up. That’s pretty much how my evening was spent. Buying gas.

I went to get a beer with Tyler later on tonight, and the first place we tried to go was closed. Our house flooded two weeks ago. Today they were replacing the floors, and they didn’t finish. Half of our living room is a concrete slab, and I’m getting high smelling the glue or whatever.

Congress can’t get their *&^# together. (Actually, as you’ll note in a post from last week, I’m kind of happy about that.) Apparently the whole economy is gonna collapse unless we give Hank Paulson a trillion dollars and a bowl of green M&M’s. Either that or there will be a serious crunch for a while and things will eventually work themselves out. Who knows. Meantime, some of us are trying to raise support to go to the mission field, and it’s like stinkin’ I Am Legend up in here.

You know what’s good news, in all seriousness? Psalm 11:3 asks a question: “If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?” And verse 4 answers it: “The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord‘s throne is in heaven; his eyes see.” Our economy may indeed collapse. People will almost certainly lose jobs– maybe even some of our friends. We might lose supporters, or take longer to get them. But not one dollar or job or supporter will be lost or gained apart from the will of my Father in heaven.