Perfection Sunday again. Eggs and little smokies. Starting in John at church. Covered chapter 1 this morning. The Word. Sent because God so loved the world. That does not mean less than us people. Broken. Or The Word would not have been sent. Sent all the way through Adam, as Luke so thoughtfully (and through inspiration) tells us. I can visualize all those ancestors of Jesus set up like a pipeline. Not haphazard. Not coincidental…

Herding cats Up late last night reading a book again… and then up late this morning. I think I beat the sun, but not the sunlight, which was filtering through the bathroom window, through the bathroom door, and into my eyes when they opened. Feels like the dream where you’re caught with your pants down. The book, which I finished this afternoon, was about a husband caring for his wife while they fought a war…

Pennies Woke up looking back and then looking forward. Seems like that’s a pretty normal start to my days. But this morning it was the idea of pennies. Back when I was a boy, the idea was presented that if I’ll just take care of the pennies, then the dollars would take care of themselves. Doesn’t make sense, but then it does. And not just about money, which is obvious, or should be. But it’s…