So, I try and call my parents every Sunday. We live states apart. (Actually, we live worlds apart, making even a phone call kind of weird.) So over the years we’ve kind of fallen to Sunday evenings as the best time to catch up. I think a lot of people do this. Call your parents Sunday.

But then you know what happens.

So, Stasi and I have been writing a book together for the past many months. (It’s on marriage). Through the holidays I was pretty much chained to the computer, trying to get it done by January 15. I took Christmas Eve and day off, and New Years day (which is my son Blaine’s birthday), but the rest of the time it was write, write, write. I felt like I barely saw the holidays.

Stasi corralled me yesterday into helping her with the Christmas cards.

In our home, as in every marriage, we have a necessary division of labor. I hang the lights. Christmas cards are Stasi’s domain. But, I was home yesterday, resting from our mission to Australia, and so I jumped in. Lick, stuff. Lick, stuff.

Well, it’s Wednesday.

Folks are either elated or really ticked, for all sorts of reasons. How sad to see this country so deeply divided. How sad to see the Church so deeply divided.

We were having a ministry fast day (something we try and do the first Wednesday of every month) and as we were worshiping, I sensed Jesus turning my thoughts toward his Kingdom.