Naming a Child?

I always assumed when it came my turn to name a child it would just come to me...after all...I have already named one child that wasn't even mine...
My 1st week in southern India...an Indian mother came up to me at the church we were visiting and asked for me to pray for her newborn baby because it did not have a name. Well, I prayed...and after I was finished I was prompted by my translator to tell the mother what the boys name was. Surprised, I just blurted out "Joshua" and we left the church back into the hot sun.

Well, naming hasn't come so quickly this time. The name "Seven" hasn't landing well with the jury (sorry Seinfeld), so Lindsay and I have spent many afternoons throwing out names...back and forth...similar to last weeks Wimbledon finals. Who knows what the final outcome will be...

The Best Gelato?

I have been to Italy 3 times in the last 6 years and am still trying to figure out why the gelato in Italy is so much better than the stuff i can get at the intersection of Virginia and Highland. These folks are, after all, bonified Italians doing the gelateria thing in the hot ATL. Is it the temperature they keep the freezer at? Is it paying for gelato in Lire or now Euro that makes it taste better? Is it a larger variety, from pistachio to dark chocolate and back again? Maybe. Whatever the reason, I still contest that there is some mysterious reason why the gelato in Italy tastes better then the rest...perhaps it is just being there....