“So, God expects us to vote responsibly and thoughtfully for the electable candidate that most accurately reflects Christian conviction.“

Really?! That’s what God wants?

After reading this post from Barb, I realized that my background wasn’t showing up right in mozilla. And there was a little code error.

Yesterday morning, before church, I was sitting at our dining room table slicing the communion bread. Geneva was next to me, eating her toast. I had the big, long bread knife out, and when she saw it, she said to me, “Daddy, don’t cut yourself”.

I said, “Okay, I’ll try not to”. And not a moment later the bread slipped, and whack! I sliced my finger right open. I said, “I cut myself!”

There’s a lesson to be learned somewhere in that story.

The ladies from church have a women’s book study, and I had Megan record a few of them, so we could have some ladies teaching on record for whatever reason. And I’m currently making the cds, which requires me to hear a little bit of what is being said. One of my diaconal, er.. “privleges”.

So anyhow… I noticed something pretty funny. Not funny in a ‘haha’ sense. In fact, it really isn’t funny at all. I just use that word too much. Anyhow…

In both sessions, they started out by going around the room and introducing themselves. Men just don’t do this. New guys can be at the group, but we just don’t go around and all introduce ourselves. We might introduce the one new guy to everyone else, so we all know his name or something… but that’s about it. The onus is on you to introduce yourself.

It’s one of those glorious, trinitarian differences between men and women.