Preacher's Piece

The great thing about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you're doing, someone else does.

The other night as I lay in bed, I woke up because I was thirsty. I laid there for a while thinking about how thirsty I was and how satisfying a tall, cold glass of water would be. I also thought back on the activities I’d done and what I had eaten that day that would make me so thirsty. I came to two conclusions. 1) I had just worked harder and sweated more than I could ever remember in my life working in the attic of an old garage on one of the hottest days of the year. And 2) I rem...