I got seven interviews before they called the cops.

Officer Friendly stopped me and I had a little "chat" with him in the middle of the street in the hardest downpour a Georgia summer can produce. He had the window of his police cruiser down a half-centimeter; I had a leaky umbrella. He questioned me briefly and let me go. As I started to walking away, drenched to the skin, he tapped the siren for a second and motioned me back. "Do you have your license on you?" "Yes officer." After making sure there wasn't a warrant out for my arrest, he let me go again.

My professor required 8-12 interviews in the neighborhood for the class project, but a strange white guy knocking on doors in a predominantly black neighborhood was just a little too much for someone's comfort zone.

So, I'm at Wal-mart, trying to get minutes put on my phone card. The cashiers are always new, and they always have to call a manager over to tell them what to punch in. This time, she doesn't call a manager, and tries to do it herself. I ask for 180 minutes to be put on my card ($9). She puts 1620 minutes on my card ($81)!!! And then she spends several minutes trying to undo the error. And this is in the "20 items or less!" aisle, so everyone behind me is pretty grumpy.

In other news, I have the two sermons I preached in June online, so anyone can download them and listen to them:

Spiritual Gifts in the Community of Love

Enjoying Weak People