As this blog comes out, we are recovering from our two-week visit to Grand Cayman Island for our granddaughter’s graduation from high school. (Our daughter, Melody, and her husband, Cody, teach music in Cayman International School.) It’s a nice place if you’re into HOT, which we are not, now that we’ve been in Colorado since 1984 (minus five years back in Alabama).
Turns out that when I thought I must be on the outskirts of Hell, I was right. It’s not every day, when you finish breakfast with a pastor, he says to you, “Go to hell.” Well, to be fair, that’s not all of what he said. He was responding to my request from before breakfast. What he said was, “Let’s go to hell.”
Hell is a geologic formation less than a mile from our daughter’s house in West Bay. Kind of like Garden of the Gods near where I live, which got its name when an early visitor said, “It’s a garden fit for the gods!” This place got its name when British Commissioner Sir Allen Wolsey Cardinall said, “This must be what hell looks like.”
Indeed. It’s good to be home.
Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there. (Psalm 139.7, 8, NKJV)
🤔🤪🤣🥵 Yes, pretty awful looking!
So glad you and June made it home safely. I assume your luggage arrived with you and that going through customs didn’t take too much time.
Yes, customs couldn’t have been smoother. We had to wait a bit for our luggage to come out, but once we got it, we just walked out. Customs and Immigration in Denver were a bit underwhelming.