I have to something to confess. Something disappointing. Something a smidge whack. Something geographical.

I made a spiritual reference to the Icelandic volcano the other day.

I didn't want to. No one ever plans these things. Those cheesy bursts of Christian topographical relevance. They just kind of happen and with me it was pretty simple. I told my uncle, "We like to think we're in charge, until something like a volcano reminds us how utterly tiny we really are."

And this was after I teased...