One of the challenges every night is checking homework for our Fourth Grade son Sam.  Not that it has a lot of errors or is of great abundance, but it is consistently there every night.  Oh and did I mention that Sam really, really, really needs to work on his penmanship?  As a result, every night, I am huddled over the kitchen table trying to interpret the seemingly foreign scribbles of our ten-year-old boy.

Tonight was a church night, so after the service had ended, we piled into the car and conducted a homework census.  Seventh Grader, homework under control.  Check.  Second Grader, small reading assignment.  No problem.  Taking a deep breath, we checked in with Sam.  No homework.  What?!?  Really?!?  A blessing from above.

Folks, if ever there was a reward for going to church, this was it.  Plus, if this really was a carrot for living the spiritual life, sign me up for church every night, because my son appears to already be writing in tongues.