Reflections of a Freaking Genius

There's never been a shortage of testosterone in our side of the family, for better or worse.  I'm not sure why, but we can't seem to procreate and produce a female as a result.  I've heard theories about why it hasn't happened, but it's not appropriate for my little blog.  I have a twin brother.  We don't look alike...it's obvious when you look at us that I tapped into the stores of testosterone and left him wanting (I still love you anyway bro).  I had an older brother...no sisters.  Mom had her hands full raising three boys.  Growing up on a farm, Dad loved the free slave labor though.  He always had someone to take care of 1,000 head of hogs when he was on duty at the fire station...sheesh.  Though I'm grateful for the experience now, I wasn't a huge fan at the time! Mom tried her best to try, at least, to raise some gentlemen.  She would stand in front of a closed door for hours until the thing opened up for her.  She was (and is) a stub

The sabbatical...it has biblical roots, so it's gotta be good, right??  The sabbath was the day set aside on Saturday for the Hebrew people that they were to cease from work.  To rest.  To get refreshed.  You keep going 24/7 and it'll catch up with you sooner or later.  Ask the cardiologists, although they some pretty big house payments from all of our bad habits, they really don't take any joy (I hope) in the habit some of us have of burning the candle at both ends.  God always seems to somehow have a handle on what is best for us.  How does He DO that?? Professors do it when they wear out from having to give out, and the sabbatical gives them some time to refresh themselves by taking back in.  Busy pastors do it...I know what a tortuous schedule that can be, and receiving is necessary from time to time.  I'm sure there are other professions where the sabbatical comes into play.  But the point seems to be to take a break from some routines, and come back from that br