I didn’t intend to have a theme going this week. But recently, as I read the story of the Lord leading Jared, his brother, and their families and friends across an ocean to a promised land, I was reminded that this is a parable of sorts—a journey that represents life. And I noticed something I hadn’t before even though I’ve read this story numerous times.
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Mr. Reading opened the door to his office, and the next student, Victor, walked in and slumped into the chair facing the desk. After closing the door, Mr. Reading rounded the desk, took his seat, and greeted Victor. Then he jumped right in. “What are you thinking about doing after high school?”
“I’m going to start a world-famous business,” answered the student. “I’ll get rich, sell my company to the highest bidder, and get even richer. I’ll never have to worry about anything.”
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Luisa sighed. Little dinner plates ringed the tabletop, covered with shreds of chicken, untouched broccoli florets, and fragments of roll. A cup sat by each plate, still half full of milk or water. All the children were off playing, reading, or engaging in other activities leading up to bedtime. Doing something other than eating their dinner.
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I’ve been sick for several days and not at my sharpest, and I didn’t want to post something this week that I’d tried to hack together through the brain fog. I went looking at the parables I posted about a year ago, and here’s one of my personal favorites.
Please have a read, and I’ll have more to post next week!
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By David Armstrong
The coach strode across the baseball diamond to reach Tom, the rookie warming up in left field. “How are you feeling today, Tom?”
Tom grinned his boyish gin. “Great, coach. I’m feeling really good. In fact, I’m feeling so good, you might as well tell the rest of the team to just sit the bench. I think I can handle this whole game by myself.”
The coach chuckled. “Well, I’ll probably send the other guys out anyway, just in case. They need the practice.”
“Okay, coach, whatever you say. But I’ve got a feeling this is my day!”
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