Wrong Again

If you had said to me, when we moved here back in January to start a new church for the Strip,

“Vince, I bet by the end of the year you’ll be ordering 5,000 mini-bags of Pop Rocks,”

I would have said to you,

“You Sir, have smoked too much crack.”

But, alas, it would have turned out that you were right. (Why did I just order 5,000 mini-bags of Pop Rocks? Well, that’s for me to know and for you to find out later.)