Allow me to disabuse you of the notion, should you be so temped, to think that being on a 32-city tour is in any way glamorous. First it’s amazing how much energy goes into set up and take down of a 90-minute revival show. We are getting good at hauling boxes and setting up stage lights, screens, instruments and book displays. Last night we drove half-way through the night, stopped at a truck stop to sleep for a few hours, and today we are driving all day to get to our next show. Showers are at a real premium and usually come every other day or three. We change into our hot and heavy wool costumes in church janitor’s closets or hallways–and at one church, my clothes were stolen during the show. We are all chronically fatigued, blurry eyed and way beyond tired. I am grateful and amazed by how well we are getting along and bearing with one another, living and sleeping in such closed quarters. When we made our stop in San Francisco I slept at home with my family. The next day, I greeted Doug, Tony and Dave like long lost friends I hadn’t seen for years because it had been 10 hours since our last contact. We are rarely more than 20 feet from one another. The camaraderie of the road is a real reward and our patience with one another through thousands of miles and sleepless nights may be the greatest testimony to the work of the Spirit on this tour.