The story is told of a mother who called up the stairs to her son: “Get up!  It is time to go to church.” The son said, “Aw, Mom, I don’t want to go to church.  The people there all make fun of me.  They don’t really like me.  Nobody there ever listens to what I say.  I’d rather stay home in bed.” The mother said, “But son, you’ve got to go.” The son said, “Give me two good reasons.” The mother replied, “Well for one thing, you are forty-two years old; and, for another, you’re the minister!” I’ve always had sympathy for that fellow.  Most Sunday mornings I bounce out of bed like a ton of lead to face the awesome responsibility of preaching.  I am just not a “morning person.” I have never understood why we Christians think that we have to sneak up on God in the dark.  One of the things I li…