Many years ago, I remember running out to Foley’s “Red Apple Days” to catch the sale on clothes and household items before the Christmas holiday began. It would have been okay to go out, but on this particular day, I had the flu and a fever of 101 degrees. My husband had called me from out of town to see how I was feeling. It was a Sunday morning, so he asked if I felt well enough to go to church. Of course, I did not. But, two hours later, I found my self driving to the mall (which was about 1 mile PAST my church building) trying to catch the sale. As I drove (with perspiration on my brow), it suddenly struck me that something was very, very wrong with that picture. How could I be too sick to praise the God that gave me the money, but well enough to spend it at a mall with people who did not even look like me!