Seven days later, after recovering the lost luggage, drying out after being wettened by the London rain, finding their way to Derbyshire on a train which subsequently broke down and was stuck in the English countryside until after midnight, after eating at the Eagle and the Child while being warmed next to the same fireplace that once gave comfort to C. S. Lewis, visiting the storied universities nestled within the confines of Oxford and Cambridge, minding the gap and dropping the Pounds, drinking more spots of tea than one could ever hope to comprehend, and delivering two sermons at the Carey Conference that surely were considered a “six” (that’s a “cricket” reference, mind you – and that counts for a double meaning here), Dean Moore is coming home.

The flight carrying Dr. Moore and his wife, Maria, should be touching down within the hour. There are four little boys who could not be more excited to see their mom and dad, three of whom are standing around me even now as I type. Sure, McDonald’s is good, but homemade red beans and rice is even better. Being with Phillip and Cami Bethancourt has been great, but they sure can’t replace the love of a mother and father. And of course, staying up a little later than usual suits them fine, but being able to go to sleep knowing that Dad and Mom are downstairs to keep the goblins at bay helps one to drift off a bit more soundly.

So welcome back, RDM. Southern Seminary, Moore to the Point, the Dean’s Class, and – most importantly – four little boys, are sure glad to have you.

This is a guest commentary by Robert E. Sagers, who serves as special assistant to Dr. Russell Moore at Southern Seminary. He, too, will be happy to have his friend home again.