I did not realize what I would miss most.  I thought the people.  I thought the home.  But, it was the Word preached.  At my current reflection on the last year, the purity of the preached Word is what I miss most.

I went to church last Sunday.  It was called a Lutheran church.  Only, as I am saddened, what is in a name?

At least there was confession and absolution, and the Creed.  If not for those two pieces of blessed liturgy there might not have been any proclamation at all.  Needless to say, thank God for Pastors Gleason, Fritsche, Curtis, Weedon, and the like.

Preach Ye the Word and Drive it Home.