For the past four years or so, I’ve read an original story at the Wesley Foundation’s annual coffeehouse. But this year I had to miss it because I left town to visit my brand new niece Claire. (Who I might have mentioned, once or twice.) Well, fear not[1]. I have been working on a new story, and I’ll share it with you when I get it finished– hopefully in a few weeks. This one’s turning out to be both a little more serious and longer than previous coffeehouse offerings, so this might be a better way to share it anyway.

[1] Or continue being indifferent, which seems far more likely.