“I…ah…I…don’t think I’m very hungry,” I said. “I think I’m going to go to the office for a while and maybe see if I can come up with some interesting things to say in the service.”
We had built a home office over the garage only a couple of years earlier. It had become my retreat when I needed to study the Bible or prepare sermons.
I laid my napkin across my still-empty plate, rose, and left the room. When I got to the office, I closed the door behind me. It was not uncommon for me to go in there and study for hours. It was rare that Alissa would bother me or allow the kids to bother me. It was my retreat at home where I might study the Word of God and prepare sermons for my services and my television show or just retreat to pray. I sat down in the stuffed leather chair at my desk, reach
