Our Lord Jesus Christ stood at the tomb of Lazarus and snorted with anger. Though it comes to us as groaned (KJV) and was deeply moved (ESV), the Greek word is the same word used of the snorting of a war horse. I have wondered if John Donne had this Scripture in mind as he penned his masterwork.

Last week, in the midst of a whirlwind weekend wedding trip to Georgia, featuring 24+ out of 56 hours in the car, I woke from a little drowsy daydream on I-81 to spot the sign for Pulaski, Virginia. One of these mysterious fairy calls from out the void suddenly reached me.

The last two weeks have passed in a whirlwind of preparation for our first day at Providence Prep . . . This morning, as I attempt to catch my breath, I finally have a few moments to think about a quiet anniversary from this past Thursday.