We’re stumbling through the process of moving across country. Nothing is working smoothly as planned, but somehow it’s working. The buyer of our current home is a treasured friend, so we’re determined to present it in pristine condition. Predictably a few things decided to act up with only a few weeks to go. It means repair services are competing with box packing. A Cool Hand Luke “failure to communicate” left us speculating about which date two weeks apart was the right one for closing on the new house. That said, I keep thinking about how Judges and Acts are alike in many ways, with Acts completing the promise of Judges, or did it? A new Country Parson column is on it’s addled way.