Two days later my neighbor Camilus points to him as he’s walking through the village and says, “Hey, you see that guy? Yesterday his wife delivered quadruplets!” (I’m not kidding, this actually happened.) I don’t think Panadol would have helped her too much, but who knows?

Shouldn’t the church leaders be helping its members realize that the small boring jobs are as equally important as the big exciting jobs? Maybe this would be the tool to teach the lesson: God needs evangelists overseas, and He also needs plumbers.

Before I explain the recent lack of new material appearing here for the last couple of weeks, I’ll show you this morning’s sunrise at our house to put you in a good frame of mind