Amendment
I’m still shaking my head over a conversation I heard while walking in my neighborhood. The characters: four or five middle school boys. The setting: a driveway. What they were doing: tossing a football and talking. “What’s the First Amendments?” asked Boy 1. “I (mumble, mumble),” said Boy 2. “Ha! You don’t know!” said Boy 1, in a condescending tone. “Well, neither do you!” protested Boy 2. “Of course I know the First Amendments,” said Boy 1. “That’s why I asked you!” “If you know what it is,” said Boy 2, “why are you asking me?” “To see if you know,” said Boy 1. “And I’m not gonna tell you what it is!” “Ha! You think you’re so smart!” said Boy 2. “But you don’t know the First Amendments either since you won’t say what it is.” “Harrumph!” said Boy 1. “Everybody...
Wait
God tells us to wait in many ways. The question, though, is whether or not we’ll pick up on what He’s trying to say. When you couldn’t get your foot in the stirrup and there was nobody to give you a leg up, it might have been God’s way of saying you weren’t meant to go horseback riding. And maybe it was only after your credit card was rejected you realized you couldn’t afford that sweater after all. The book you wanted at the library was unavailable so you chose a different book, one that made a difference in your parenting. Or your car broke down on your way to a hang-gliding lesson that might have been deadly due to an unexpected storm. Maybe it was simply an uneasy feeling as you were about to share a deep secret that prompted you to shut your mouth. God...
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