To our devoted readers who have been patiently waiting (and waiting) for the next edition of The Sacred Sandwich, I extend my deepest apologies for the delay. As you may not know, The League of Tyndale’s building was damaged in a fire back in March and made it impossible until now to publish our modest periodical.

Here are the details as we know them. It appears that the fire broke out in the back room of our printing house where Harvey Cline, our typesetter, was heating a can of beans on a hotplate and forgot about it. The beans exploded and apparently caused a short in the hotplate which then sparked the fire. As Harvey explained afterwards in his ineffable way, “I like beans, but they don’t like me.”

Beulah Gibson, working at the florist across the street, saw smoke coming out of our side window and immediately called Chief Clyde down at the firehouse. Normally, our town’s volunteer firemen would have sounded the alarm and dispatched with post haste to the scene, but such was not to be. Tom Smoot’s mule, Humphrey, who pulls the fire wagon, was not at his usual post in the station. Seems Tom needed the mule to work his farm that morning, and Humphrey was hitched to a manure spreader when the fire was reported. By the time Tom and Humphrey made it back to the firehouse, the fire had already proliferated.

Thankfully no one was hurt in the blaze and the damage was contained to our printing operation. Insurance paid for the loss and we were able to restore our facility to its former glory within three months. We praise God for sparing us more than that.

Looking back on it all, the Fellows at the League suspect there is a lesson here to be learned for Christians everywhere. Perhaps it is this:

If sin sparks a fire in your life, make sure your mule ain’t hitched to a manure spreader.

Dear readers, please bear with us as we get back on our feet. Our fare may be sparse for now, but we hope you enjoy our small portions until we return to a full menu, God willing.