Dear Jeff,It seems an age since our first tour together. What agreat time that was. Considering the fact that we got up onstage each night without any clear idea of where our con-versation was going or what was likely to happen, I thinkit turned out pretty well. So much laughter, and, ironic-ally perhaps, so much pain as well. Some of the peoplewho came along had really been through it. Do youremember us saying that the picture we were getting of the Christian church was more like a battlefield after theconflict than anything else? Wounds and tears and a wildyearning for home. How do you staunch the bleeding of so many broken hearts? No easy answers to that, but wewon’t give up, will we? Not until God does, and as henever will, I guess we’re in it for the long haul. I’m glad. Iwant to be part of it, and I know you do as well.Anyway, the thing that prompted me to write wassomething that happened the other day. As you willremember, quite a lot of the stories we told in the courseof our tour were accounts of how utterly ridiculous youand I manage to be from time to time. Acouple of weeksago two face-reddening experiences happened to me intwo consecutive days. Arecord, even for my good self.