This entry is being posted from an “undisclosed” Starbucks location. I’ll only say that it’s somewhere in East County. I’m not sure if it’s location, time of day, or just luck of the draw … but I’m surrounded by some of the strangest collections of people ever gathered in one Starbucks. Even typing that doesn’t seem very pastoral, but it’s true. And if they knew I was a pastor … they’d think I was the strangest one of all.