I’m not the most thoughtful person at home.  Sometimes I’m very thought-less.  Sometimes I act in ways that are unthinking.  For example, each Friday I do my family’s laundry. I spend the entire day doing it, although I’m somewhat distracted by answering emails, doing administrative work, rehearsing Sunday’s sermon, and running errands.  Inevitably, when I go to put the laundry away, I put it in the wrong spot.  The result is that sometimes Jordan’s jeans wind up in Jacob’s closet, Jacob’s shorts wind up in my drawers, Kendra’s socks go to Jordan’s drawers, etc.  And for the rest of the week, each morning begins this way: “Chris, where’s my ___?  Where did you put my _____?  I can find my __________.”  In fact, it got so bad that one morning I was at the gym exercising.  And it felt bad.  I just didn’t feel right.  I felt, well, constrained.  I looked down, and sure enough, I was wearing a pair of my eleven year old son’s shorts.  I had put them in my drawer by mistake and in the darkness and sleep haze of the early morning I had put them on.  So, I’m not always very thoughtful at home.Catching Fire: A Word from the Spirit (Acts 15) Chris Altrock – November 11, 2012 – Sunday Morning Message