10 Oct 05 112895578750823481

Whenever I’m walking through an airport I’m always curious as to who I will see that I know from somewhere. It’s hard to describe as a game. Perhaps it better falls in the category of contest or amusing way to pass the time. It has happened. Walking through an airport in whatever city and there you find someone you know from somewhere. And it happened again yesterday.

Now, I realize the deck was somewhat stacked yesterday. Nashville only has one airport and people from the ZOE conference were bound to be in there all day long. Still, it was kind of fun. My friends (the Henderson family) were leaving before me so we went together and I accompanied them to their gate. There waiting was one of my college roomates. We had seen each other at the ZOE conference and enjoyed a generous time of catching up prior to his flight departing.

As I was leaving the gate I saw another person I knew from my days in youth ministry. We hugged talked briefly (as her plane was boarding) and discovered her husband was in D.C. working for Luis Palau at the D.C. Festival. I left there heading to my gate and found another person I had first met in my youth ministry days and we spent some time catching up. Stacked it was, but it was a record. Three airport contacts in one shot.

I arrived home in time to be picked up by some friends who graciously dropped me off on the mall in downtown D.C. (the grassy area in between all the attractions) to meet up with my family at the D.C. festival. Our friends graciously drove my luggage and dropped it off at home. Talk about curb to curb service. I got there just as Steven Curtis Chapman came on stage and began his set of music. Good timing. It was a good family reunion and a good cap to a musical weekend.