Dorothy was on the yellow brick road when she met a brave lion with swagger and braggadocio. He purred loudly and said, Put ‘tem up, put ‘tem! He roared and sang with a vibrato in his throat that would make Pavarroti jealous…. that was until Dorothy and the Tin Man exposed who he really was: a scared, trembling lion who lacked courage. 
Tomorrow is the Movement and I’m sharing at a workshop and could have one, one hundred, or one million people staring at me (I say this as I raise my pinky finger to the corner of my mouth and lift an Austinian eye brow). I’m so nervous and cowardly right now, I feel like grabbing my long, liony tail and crying, I do believe in Spooks, I do, I do. I represent the Lion of Judah and right now I feel like meow meow cat from the Kitty Litter commercial?! So, if you’re not doing anything tomorrow at 4:00pm, come by and let’s chat about missional living, the Samaritan woman, and how the Wizard of Oz gave me a badge of courage. If not, I’ll be the one in the corner, wiping my tears with my eyes saying, I do believe in Spooks, I do, I do.
Put ‘tem up, put ‘tem up,
B
Thanx