I commit more sins on Sundays in the ninety minutes leading up to church than I do in the entire rest of the week. Getting my kids out of bed, dressed, and into the car by 9:45 on Sunday mornings is work. And while I try to be a being that functions at a higher level, who inspires people to pursue behavior that is good and right, on Sunday mornings I sink down into the mud and throw slop with the hogs. It’s awful.