Now, if unleashed from the pulpit, I can be a wandering and roving preacher! By that I mean one of those proclaimers who will move about a bit in a worship space. I try to avoid this usually, because I know that it can be annoying. I mean have you ever been to a service where the preacher rhythmically paces back and forth? What comes to my mind when this happens is I begin to think about carnival shooting ranges where the little duck figure moves to one side and flips and heads to the other! But today, I can’t move too much at all! You see, 20 pounds, oops that should be 20 years; no, actually 20 pounds and 20 years ago, I went on a pretty strenuous backpacking and hiking trip with some family members and a friend. It was hard. But, I agreed to the same trip overnight Friday and yesterday; twenty years and 20 pounds later! What was I thinking! Two miles in and out of the primitive camping area; sleeping on the ground with all the resultant aches, pains and lack of sleep that brings; completing a 12 mile loop with a 1500 foot elevation climb up and down from the Blue Ridge parkway; trailing and panting behind a 20 year old college student, my Special Warfare Center airborne son in law and another unnamed family member, who every time I do something fun with, I hurt! What a way to have fun!?! Why?