I once held the position of “volunteer secretary” at the church I attended. Each Friday morning I would arrive at the church with my four year old daughter, Ronda, in tow. She would sit quietly on the floor of the office, playing with toys while I typed the Sunday worship folder.
One morning, when we were getting out of the car, I noticed that she had strawberry jam on her mouth.
“Oh, Ronda,” I said, “you still have some of your breakfast on your mouth.”
She quickly wiped it away with her sleeve and said, “Well, that’s okay. God eats too, doesn’t he?”
I thought that was a strange thing to say, until I realized that Ronda heard every Sunday morning that we were going to God’s house, and every Friday morning when I went to type the worship folder, she saw the Pastor was there, so she had concluded that he was God.
When I saw the Pastor’s wife on Sunday morning I told her about the incident and said, “You know, Eunice, my daughter thinks your husband is God.”
She smiled and responded, “Well, you know, Camala, sometimes he thinks he is, too.”
You are probably as weary of COVID restrictions as I am, so I thought you might enjoy hearing the following short story. I know it will help me to persevere in our journey toward a COVID-free future.
Two frogs fell into a pail of cream the farmer had left standing in the barn. They tried to hop out – but they couldn’t jump high enough to get over the rim of the pail.
So, they swam and they swam – growing more and more exhausted waiting for someone to save them.
Finally, one frog gave up, sank to the bottom of the pail and drowned.
The remaining frog continued paddling until she, too, became exhausted.
“I can’t go on any longer”, she croaked.
But she decided she had just two more kicks left in her –
She paddled once –
She paddled twice –
Suddenly the cream turned into butter –
She poised herself on the solid mass and jumped to safety.
LET’S LEARN A LESSON FROM THAT FROG! TOGETHER WE CAN DO THIS!