When I pulled into my Manhattan driveway tonight, I had logged 2,053 miles on my car in almost exactly two weeks. That's about the length of Chicago to Los Angeles. Only about 300 of those miles were with someone else in the car with me.

Back when I was an undergrad I started the habit of driving with no music, radio, or other stimuli going on around me. I found that this forced me to do a lot of intense thinking, which often led to great insights, ideas, and sometimes the occasional spiritual awakening, especially on a long, super-straight road like the Turner Turnpike.

I've kept up that practice for the most part, and especially now that I'm a campus minister I do an awful lot of thinking about the ministry and what God wants to do, where he wants things to go, what he is trying to communicate, things to do, visions to dream about, and etc. A lot of this really makes me wish I had some kind of secretary traveling with me to record it all. But then I would just end up talking to that person so it would be self-defeating. My students sometimes make fun of me for being such a "whiteboard listmaker." I wish there was some kind of automotive whiteboard that could be used while driving. I would be able to record thousands of ideas and insights.

Okay. The end.