For Christmas this year we went to see my parents who have recently moved pretty close to us. So the family congregated not far from our house. There were 11 of us in the house for Christmas dinner and what I found most interesting about this large group of people is that I was only blood related to 4 of the 11, and 2 of those are MY kids. Now I love my family and we all get along pretty well together and we make the whole family thing work, but it still strikes me as odd that all these random people I call family aren’t really related to me. Yes it’s dysfunctional, yes it’s broken, but I find it reassuring that it is those very same areas that God has the opportunity to do the most work. A friend of mine, Micheal Dean Chadwick, always says when God can’t find a straight stick he will use a crooked one.