Paducah is closing in. A second Black Friday journey. There was so much to do we did not get it all done. A Christmas treat Jennifer is joining us Saturday.

We must investigate the Cigar Bar thoroughly. It is like nothing I have seen. A place to rest and reflect. Fellowship over a stogie. It will be constructive Uncle Leo…

We seek talent here…we seek it there…the illusive Pimpernel. ‘They seek him here, they seek him there/Those Frenchies seek him everywhere/Is he in heaven, or is he in hell?/My own elusive Pimpernel.

We have a dearth of talent, and a profound number of people with no voice are sitting on the sidelines. Organizations die due to many spectators.

The case was made to University Chancellors and Presidents. We seek outside counsel when hidden gems are within our midst. We know the outsider must know best. They are somewhere else, an insider unheard.

‘A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver….’ as long as someone else is doing the drawing.

The humming vitality of a beating heart and vibrant spirit lasts a season. Eyes close, and lips cease to speak. Christmas calls us to action. Churches are dying; they need our help.