Shortly after the beginning of the year, my Sunday School class made a decision to delve into uncharted territory for ourselves… We chose to study the Minor Prophets, starting with Joel (yes, we skipped Hosea… and?). It was in conjunction with the decision to start using the material normally provided for Sunday mornings on Wednesday nights. The morning we started Joel, I couldn’t help what popped out of my mouth. “It’s in the book of Joel,” I said. “Not my cousin.” “I didn’t know you had a cousin named Joel,” one of my students replied. “Well, I do,” I told him. “But that’s not who wrote this book.” Thus began a two or three month period where the phrase “Joel, not my cousin” left my lips every Sunday morning. Some Sundays it got a chuckle. Other times, my students (and/or my co-teacher) shook their heads at me. I don’t regret a second of it. I say that because now the book of Joel is stuck in everyone’s head. They are going to be able to forget it about