Yesterday was an incredible day for the Jeub family. Wendy managed two shifts of children at a local NSF-approved kitchen to grind and prep about 1000 pounds of pork that was donated to us and our ministry. Wow, what a blessing. So glad we’re not Jewish. Wendy started at 7:30 a.m. and finished up at 10:00 p.m.
I wasn’t sitting around, either. I was in the office all day with our web developer to add features for customers of Blue Book Report, an online academic debate site. I also wrapped up Monument Publishing’s most ambitious publishing project: the Ironman Curriculum: a 330 curriculum that teaches every aspect of debate. We are three weeks ahead of schedule getting it out: it’ll ship Monday and Tuesday to eager coaches.
We work our tails off. It is a marvel to most, and we think it is “marvelous.” Though the economy is tanking, we continue to have more work to do that most can even fathom. We pondered a few things last night:
- “Work” for the family is “our” work. Though Wendy and I were in totally different places doing totally different things, they were both just as important for the family. Putting up a couple hundred bags of ground pork is just as important as building the publishing business that brings home income. Wendy never asked me to take the day off to help her, and I never ask her to hang up being a mom so she can come into the office to do the “important” work. We’re both working for the family.
- We know when to rest. Though yesterday wasn’t one of those days, we are caught resting quite a bit. There is a difference between “rest” and “slothfulness.” I seldom sleep in past 6 am, and Wendy hardly ever goes to bed before 11. We hardly ever waste a minute, and taking a long nap on a Sunday afternoon is a fantastic use of time. We’re kinda looking forward to that this afternoon.
- We love to work. I think everyone should work hard, even the unemployed. In my opinion, if lowering the minimum wage will decrease the amount of unemployment (which it would), I say go for it. Why? Because people need to work, even if it is a temporary fix. And work is good.
It was after 10 when we arrived home last night. The kids went straight to bed after prayers, and we were quick to follow. We laid in bed and talked about the good, hard work that we finished. It is exciting to see so much pork put up, and such a ground-breaking product hit the shelves–and so far ahead of schedule at that.













