Up and out with Brenda at 0715, headed south. Arrived at St Michael’s, O’Fallon in time to preside, preach, and confirm at the regular 0930 liturgy. I looked out over a sea of red shirts in the congregation, ostensibly to coordinate with the red vestments used to mark confirmation, but since most of them also featured a bird and a baseball bat, there was the added benefit of taunting the bishop. Is that a venial or a mortal sin? After enjoying a post-liturgical potluck repast, we hung out in the comfort of Fr Wetmore’s office for a while, then wandered over to the Hilton Garden to check in. Here for six nights, as part of the team for the St Michael’s Youth Conference. We drove back to the church at 5:00 to greet the Michaelites, offer Evening Prayer together, have dinner, and do the usual sort of ice-breaking activities. It’s going to be a great week.