Vernon brought me a gift of the bean:

Cori, a man I'd met during my visit to Vernon's church in 2005, sent me these awesome hand-made sandals, too:



How can it be that you, my king, would die for me? -Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. - But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. - Whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.