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Well hey there. You may have noticed that things have been a little quiet around her and that my life seems a bit crazy at the moment.

You're correct in that conclusion. I spent all of Tuesday flying back to Houston a week and a half earlier than I had expected only to board a flight for Grand Rapids the next day to spend three days in meetings with my wonderful publisher, Zondervan. Already they have been a dream, they are my people, and I am honour to get to work with them.

But that means I am all over the place.

We'll be delaying the series on memorable meals for a week while I am away, but here's a repository of things of note to tie you over in the interim.

Yesterday, I shared at Deeper Story about the complication of translating the Bible, coupled with a reflection on why different translations help us see the diversity of God.
Spots are still open for my sacramental baking ecourse! What? Sign up today! It's so much fun.
I am still taking guest post submissions for the series on memorable meals!

I'm off to another meeting quite soon, so, for now, grace and peace, and I'll see you properly with new posts on Monday.

I leave to return to America in twelve days.

I have my final exam tomorrow, then a bit of dissertation work for the summer, and then, simple as that, I'll have a masters degree. These things seem so loud until they are, and the quietness of them sneaks up on you.

And there's a cake to bake for the shop today. There is sugar work to be done. And something to do with infusing apples with whiskey. Something like that. I'm still toying with that idea.

Where was I?

This summer will prove interesting. I'll travel a bit. I'll go east and see a certain woman; come September, I'll go north and sit face to face with a tangle of friends never before known in that way. Then there's the work to be done. I'll be a part-time intern for the Anglican Dioceses of the Western Gulf Coast---another story for another day---and then, well, as you may know, writing a book.

That last little bit means my time and the measure of it I have must be devoted a bit more specifically in the coming months. In light of that, I'm reopening my guest post queue. While I'll have a new post for you on Mondays, I'm devoting Wednesdays to a beautiful idea my wonderful friend Nish gave me: memories of memorable meals.

If you've been here for any length, you know that this space is a space where good food is respected, where the important things of life happen over poured wine, and where the muddling work of faith is most often known around a table.

Tell me your stories of those table moments. I want to see what you'll share, what little pieces of the true tumble forth. What sticks in your mind as a moment where the true was made known around a table? What were you eating? How did someone hold their fork, look at you, tilt their glass?

Maybe it's but a very ordinary moment.

Maybe it's the moment from which all else came.

There are everlasting meals and moveable feasts in all of us, in the storied places, and I want to hear that story ring out from you.

I already have some wonderful people lined up, like that certain woman, and Nish Weiseth, Alise Wright, and many more people whose writing I love deeply. Count yourself among them?

If you'd like to submit a post for consideration, then please do the following:

Tell me a story in this post. Whatever kind of story it is, it should be a story.
Keep the post between 600-1000 words.
Attach a photo and bio with any links you'd be interested in featuring.
Submit by 5 PM CST on Wednesday, 5 June, to prestonyancey @ gmail.com

I'll notify those selected by 12 June. Please understand that I can only run this series for so long and many may submit, but I'm very eager to read your words and will get back to you as soon as I am able.

Look for my post, next week, the first in the series.

Love from a pile of exam study, and from shredding courgettes for yet another cake,

Meet Preston

Preston is a twenty-something once-upon-a-time conservative Southern Baptist from Texas who learned to read saints, cross himself, and move across the world to China, England, and Scotland. Since, he's been theologically conservative, oft politically liberal, but radically pro-life, a believer in sacraments and sacramentality, a sort-of Christian feminist, an idealist pacifist who also understands the need for civil defense ... and a handful of everything else in-between. He thinks of himself now as a haphazard and patchwork Bapto-Anglican, though he is becoming confirmed in the Anglican tradition. This blog is his repository of working this whole faith thing out day by day, bird by bird. His first book, Tables in the Wilderness, a memoir of God found, lost, and found again, is due out autumn 2014 with Zondervan.