One Sunday last month I broke the Sabbath.  Normally, Matt and I are pretty strict observers, and avoid shopping on Sundays as a practice.

This particular Sunday found us in a pickle.  I lost Eliza’s binkis- both of them.  It didn’t take very long to make my choice.  I thought to myself, “What would Christ do?” 

I was surprised when myself answered sarcastically, “Jesus would give that baby a binki- it isn’t her fault you lose everything.”  Self sounded pretty confident, and before I had time for doubt, I had myself convinced this was very much like a medical necessity.  The only thing left was to get Matt on board.  We got through church, and on the way home I broke the news:

“Honey, I’m gonna stop at HEB and grab some binkis.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Pretty sure.  I asked myself what Jesus would do…”

He laughed (I guess he saw my point).  Now the only dilemma we had was getting out of the parking lot before Sam woke up and realized we were at a store.