Just a little short story from Wednesday night church.

At Southern Hills on Tuesday night, they started a new series last week where they go through the book of Acts week by week. This week was chapter 2, the story of Pentecost and the Holy Spirit. It gets to a point toward the middle of the chapter and people are speaking in tongues. Some people don't believe it and say that those people are just drunk. Peter tells them that there's no way that they're drunk, it's only nine in the morning.

Someone in the congregation yelled out, "It's five o'clock somewhere."

It was great.

In other news, being back in America is great. I forgot how much I love Atlanta. I took the GRE on Monday and that should pretty much get me into grad school in the fall. I'm applying for jobs all over the place and trying to figure out what to do. There's a career fair tomorrow that I'm going to grace with my presence. I'm hoping something will come out of that.