"Daddy, eating sugar does not make you sweet." Silas' voice was serious and determined. Just days before, May had him stop putting sugar in his yogurt. Now I am the only one left who insists on sweetening up my plain breakfast yogurt. Justice won't be served in Silas' mind until I also stop putting sugar in my yogurt.

"Really?" I asked Silas, "What does make you sweet then?"

"Being good makes you sweet," he replied.

Ah, but then I drove the question deeper, "And what makes one good?"

"Not eating sugar."

Well, it was a silly statement in the first place. You're trying to plow through breakfast while being bombarded with questions like, "Why do you put so much sugar on your yogurt. You don't even think they're really listening so you say something clever - oh it makes me sweet. Even when they're young, they don't necessarily forget.

But it's really a theological question: what makes us good?

Jesus asked the rich young ruler, "Why do you call me good, only God is good." It's far too easy to trust in our appearances. Sure it may look like we have our act together, but we are far from good. I have the luxury of having a wife who is an excellent planner. She's been working on Christmas presents for months, and our cards are already in process. Everything runs like a well oiled machine. But I know better. I'm not good, I'm broken. I wrestle with fatigue, am blindsided by pride and struggle with temptation. Every day I need to crawl to God and pray that he fill me with His Spirit, be strong in my weakness, fill my gaps and hold me together.

My hair hasn't been cut in three months. It might be longer than it's ever been. It stands out in a curly sort of way and people comment on it all the time. I say what I feel, that it's just reflecting the stress in my life. The stress of finding apartments, packing, moving, unpacking, settling, learning a new environment, adjusting to a different language is frazzling. BUT, God is graciously holding me together. Thanks God. And thank you for praying for us.