Praise God for the number of opportunities we get on the weekends and at night, when most of my competition is asleep. Some may see this as an inconvenience. I see this as another foot washing avenue, and a standing reminder to be thankful for the manna no matter when it is presented. One-hundred-hour weeks have been the norm lately as we have worked with several customers through start-up and other turn-around conditions. As I have mentioned before, actual ministry hits an all-time low, both on the field and off, when sleep is a luxury and tempers seem to be in surplus. I have been impatient at the house, anxious at work, loose lipped and have had little time for God. It is in these moments that I come to understand the boasting will never be mine. It is in these moments that I come to understand improbable equations do not make sense without His involvement. It is in these moments I come to understand just what a scandal it is that Jesus Christ loves me. It is He who saves me from my wretched sins and the inevitable death row that follows, and it is He who deserves a blank check from both my bank account, my personal endeavors and any life I could ever live.