I hunkered down by the TV last night and watched the Minnesota Timberwolves seemingly klutz their way through another draft. Dunno how all that’s going to work out, but I’ll be in my seat at the Target Center to watch it unfold for a few games next season (I share a season ticket with friends).
Meanwhile, it only takes an article like the recent one in the Wall Street Journal about the late Manute Bol to remind me how much more important are the things of God than the trinkets of NBA drafts and NBA seasons. What a man Bol was. Check it out.
Medieval Wisdom for Modern Christians
Grateful to the dead 