Postcard from Darlington
My first NASCAR race! Now I understand why they call it “Thunder Road!” I won’t register here exactly which expletive I used when the cars made their first full-speed round right by me. But, yea, I get it. My bones rumbled. It was a full day! Nick from Motor Racing Outreach spoke a true word on loving speech from the book of James. Melanie hosted kiddies, moms, and daddy-drivers in a traveling house of hospitality. And Elliott explained why evangelism is about patience over pancakes, year after year, rather than a fast tract at the track. Thanks, Missy! Hope our team won! (Yeah, I couldn’t stay the whole race. After a full day of trailing MRO, I was too dang tired. And my ears hurt.)
