I was so deep in thought — reading a book about evil and the justice of God, that when my cell phone rang, I flinched. It was my wife, Lori.
“I thought this weekend would be a great time for a garage sale,” she informed me.
It wasn’t the news I wanted to hear.
“Why?” I pleaded, glancing at the book about evil and the justice of God, trying to resist the temptation of associating the first word of the book with garage sales.