Sometimes I get to the end of the day and know I ought to write, but can’t. Sometimes I’ll go back to the archives. Sometimes I write anyway. Sometimes, not often, I’ll say, “I have nothing.”

I’m at a church conference for a couple days. It’s not as bad as it sounds. Monday night, at the time that we “always” have a service, with music and a sermon, we were all sent to a recreation center. We bowled. It was a nice alternative to another sermon. And bowling with a guy who almost didn’t make it to a heart transplant last fall was pretty amazing.

But I’ve spent the day in conversations, long and short, with people from many stages of my life. I’ll have more tomorrow. And I am about out of words.

And I’m aware that while we were in our meetings, while you were in your life, a huge storm hit people in Oklahoma. For all I know, given the storm warnings, by the time you read this there may be more tornadoes, more storms, more people killed.

So in the middle of these conversations and storms, delight and death, and questions, I’ll leave us both with the words I prayed at the conference today:

“Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us.”