So I’m walking through downtown Denver and someone yells, “Pastor Mark.” It turns out to be an NCCer who spent a summer in DC and attended NCC last summer. What’s funny is that I don’t think I ever met Julie while she attended NCC. I had to come all the way to Denver to meet her. Pretty funny.

What is it about meeting people in different places that is so cool? You know what I’m talking about? You can meet a casual friend halfway across the country and all of a sudden they are your best friend. Is it just me? If you saw them in your normal routine you would barely say hi. But when you meet halfway across the country it like you’re long-lost twins who were seperated at birth. It’s just fun bumping into people in different places!