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What is your definition of a “good weekend”?
How about this?
- I traveled to my favorite city in the world—Chicago—to spend the weekend there.
- I did so with my favorite people in the world—my family.
- They had given me tickets for the Cubs game, so on Saturday, we all went to Wrigley Field (my favorite ballpark), and spent the afternoon watching baseball.
- The Cubs won. Yes, you actually read that correctly.
- The Cubs won in dramatic fashion, tying the game with a homer and then pushing across the winning run in the bottom of the 9th. So, not only did we see a game, and a win, but a win of the most exciting kind.
- After the game, we ate at Giordanos, my favorite place for Chicago-style stuffed pizza (my favorite kind of pizza).
- Sunday was Mother’s Day, a bright beautiful spring day, a time to celebrate all the wonderful women in my family—my favorite women in the world.
- We had breakfast and spent the morning with Mark Galli and his wife. Mark is one of my favorite authors and columnists, and it was stimulating and encouraging to talk about life and writing with him.
- We attended our first service in an AMiA (Anglican Mission in America) church. A two-hour service! We participated in a liturgical service that combined old and new music, formality and spontaneity, seriousness and joy. It went long because it included two ordinations, which in my view gave a profound education to the congregation of the foundations of pastoral ministry and vocational service in the church and helped them celebrate the calling and enabling of the Holy Spirit.
- We went to North Park University and heard our son’s Jazz Ensemble concert. They were spectacular, and even better because they had the privilege of playing with professional tenor sax artist Mark Colby.
- While we were away, we received the good news that our Little League team won our first game (maybe the manager should leave more often, huh?).
- God granted mercies for our travels, and we made it home safely.
I call that a good weekend. “Praise God, from whom all blessings flow.”











