The firewood arrived in the pouring rain. The mud room is leaking like a sieve. The bathroom is leaking into the basement. The cats have fleas. The driveway drain is plugged and we have another great lake in our yard. The gutters are ineffectual, spouting rain from the corners. The kitchen window is stuck open. Teresa spilled a quart of milk on my recliner and it smells like a fine french cheese. My wife is in the throes of menopause. My seventeen-year old daughter might as well be, judging her mood swings. Four kids need glasses. My teeth are in horrible need of attention. I am in the car most of my life attending practices and games. The car looks like several homeless people have been living in it for a month or more...smells that way, too. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Life is good. Praise God in the good and the bad. At least a couple of the children bathed today.
I can't imagine where St. Paul got the idea that it would be easier for us to get to heaven by being celibate...
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