A couple of nights ago I dreamed that we decided that for a whole summer we would live the old fashioned way--no computers, no electricity, no internal combustion engines. We would still use our van, but we couldn't turn it on. If we wanted to go anywhere, we had to put it in neutral and start at the top of a hill so we could roll places. We could also stick our feet out the doors and push it along the road if we needed. It was a real challenge and we ended up in the ditch more often than not, so we didn't go anywhere unless we had to.
We moved out to a house in the boondocks with my in-laws and we made everything ourselves. We sat around a huge table and ate homemade ice cream. The kids were whining about how they wouldn't get to see their friends or be able to chat with them on Facebook, but I told them they didn't need to see friends this summer and that they could see them in the fall.
Then we realized that we were too far away from our church to walk and that it was all uphill so we couldn't roll to it. We debated just home churching for the summer, but then we realized that there was a Communith Church right next door and that Steve Rundel was the pastor. We decided that we should just walk there for church.
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