I can't erase the scars from growing up in the '80's

We started our Crazy Love small-group study tonight. I've really been looking forward to it and I wasn't disappointed. Great turn-out, thanks to everyone who came, and good discussion. I hope everybody sticks with it.

But there's a problem: every time I think or say "crazy love," I start singing "Let's Go Crazy" by Prince in my head. And let me tell you, it's hard to focus on falling more in love with God when you're singing Prince and the Revolution. Talk about a thorn in the side.

"Are we gonna let de elevator bring us down?" I hope it's stuck in your head all day.

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And one last addition to last night's post about Gee-dub. This is one that I wanted to include but didn't because the post was already reaching "War and Peace"-like longevity.

For Heather --This one is in honor of Rev. Gene Wood and "...all them people talking in Irish and Mexican" :

"Amigo! Amigo!" Pres. Bush calling out to Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi in Spanish at the G-8 Summit in Rusutsu, Japan

Okay. I'll stop.

Happy Thursday, mon freres.