HereвЂ™s a conversation you should have with your Sizzler.
Not so much, if theyвЂ™re the dreamy, mind-just-sort-of-wanders type of child.
But rather, with the child who talks a mile a minute about each and every thing that pops into their heads (which is constantly full of such pops) and is absolutely compelled to share it all with you (or whomever is within three feet of them) in a non-stop, rambling, even tenacious fashion, complete with sound effects, hand motions and above allвЂ¦en-THU-siasm.
That is the child to whom the following…
ItвЂ™s happening again. Another local church is talking about ditching the traditional pews in favor of something more plush and comfortable. I really feel uneasy about this. IвЂ™m pretty sure I read somewhere in Leviticus a warning about the ungodliness of a relaxed posterior and the slippery slope of comfortable worship. In fact, IвЂ™ve always believed that when Noah descended from the Ark, right after he kissed the ground and gave thanks, God handed him another set of plans for turning those spent boat planks into splintery, uncomfortable…
You run into an old friend at church you havenвЂ™t seen in quite some time. You do a bit of catch-up, the chit chat goes on for awhile, and then, here it comesвЂ”the question youвЂ™ve been dreadingвЂ”вЂњSo, howвЂ™s that daughter [or son] of yours doing?вЂќ
Paste on that smile. Take in a quick breath, but inside, die . . . just a bit.
Of course, you know precisely which child sheвЂ™s talking aboutвЂ”the one who surprised you all by turning her back on God, then the family, then doing a 180 from all that you value, finally stepping solidly into…