It's Sunday morning and there's a television evangelist yammering about the lack of God in our nation's space programs. First, it was prayer in school. Now it's prayer in our spaceships. You think maybe I ought to hook him up with the UFO gal at Wal-Mart?

Over at jesuscreed.org, my friend Scot McKnight put out a post about all the odd jobs he's ever done to make a living. Since I'm on the mama end of two unemployed adult children, I love this post. I've told my kids for years that the 20s are the hardest time in a person's life (of course, that was before I knew what the hell I was talking about -- the 50s are kicking my butt). But you all should mosey on over to Scot's link and look at all the jobs folks have had. They are in agreement that any pastor worth his weight has bailed hay at one time or another: http://www.jesuscreed.org/?p=2849#comments

I am loving A.J. Jacob's book, Living the Bible Literally. It's charming and often hilarious. (Eddie, here's a book that doesn't fit the sterotype for me!) I spent much of yesterday reading it, but did make time to run out to purchase a new mop, which got me to thinking, how come somebody hasn't come up with an environmentally friendly mop? Those Swiffer things my husband is so fond of, don't clean properly and are not enviornmentally sound since you have to keep throwing away the padded doohickeys. Dumps are going to be filled with Swiffer doohickeys soon. Like they are with disposable diapers now. All you science folks who are looking for God in Space, ought to figure out how to free us from Swiffers.