I woke up this morning to a sudden awareness.
It’s Good Friday.
I struggled to push the cobwebs from my brain and remember. Remnants of dreams filtered through memories of yesterday’s activities like the sunlight pouring through my half-shaded window. An abrupt realization grabbed my focus and spun me around to face it. Tonight, I would be standing in front of thousands of teenagers, and I—together with some of the most stellar Bible students in the state—would help give a demonstration of Bible Quizzing at the NYS Youth Convention. A stray thought buzzed through my brain. I wonder how I should fix my hair?