If we’re Facebook friends, and we really should be, you might have noticed people started asking me if there was anything they could do in regards to the Acuff family house burning down. This was news to me.
On April Fool’s Day, some rapscallion wrote something online about my house catching on fire. In the middle of the day I started to get messages from people offering prayer and casseroles of hope. OK, no one technically offered me a casserole of hope, but that would have been nice too, although people eventually caught the joke and starting sending me funny things. When I saw the initial “God will get you through this” comments people were leaving on my wall, my very first thought was, “Is it possible our house burned down and my wife communicated that in a facebook status update instead of calling me?”
But fear not, our house did not burn down. We do have a hole in our playroom ceiling from where a plumber fixed a pipe leak and we have a purple plastic kid’s pool upside down in our backyard because a chipmunk died in it and either we find that no longer sanitary or perhaps it’s a memorial to a fallen woodland friend, but I’m not sure if either of those situations require a casserole.