via Daily Prompt: Disobey
I heard a story about a mother and her small daughter back in the day before car seat laws. The little girl was standing up in the seat as her mother drove and the mom told her daughter several times to sit down. Finally, the mother became more adamant telling her daughter to sit down. Knowing that her mother meant business, the child reluctantly sat down but told her mother, “I’m sitting down but in my heart I’m standing up!” I imagine many of us are like this, we comply with certain laws or guidelines but in our hearts we are somewhere in the realm of compliance in the spirit of rebellion.
Those in leadership are thankful for those who sit down even though they want to stand. Better yet are the faithful who want to please from the heart even if they do not understand the reasoning.
Jesus related a parable in Matthew 21:28-31 about a man who asked his two sons to work in his vineyard. One said he would go but didn’t go and work but the other son told his father he would not go but had a change of heart, went and worked. The one who actually worked was the one who did the will of his father. Evidently, he reluctantly went but he did go.
We live in a culture that glorifies independence and rebellion. Granted, there are situations and times when we need to stand against the current or the authority but fewer than we would like to admit.
Obedience does not always need an explanation; sometimes mothers just know it’s best for the child to sit down.
Harry L. Whitt
Like a Child
Jesus in one of his greatest illustrations used a child to teach an important lesson from a question that was asked wrong. In Matthew’s Gospel, the disciples asked Jesus, “Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:1 NKJV)? Wrong question!! First of all, God (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) are the greatest in the Kingdom and after that does it really matter? The disciples were still contending for the top spot and it was already taken; the great paradox of the Kingdom, if you are seeking the top spot you have just disqualified yourself.
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When I Look Into Their Eyes
I have seen some pitiful folks in my time. It is not the ragged clothes I see or their crippled limbs but their eyes that give me a glimpse of their misery and hopelessness. I believe every person was granted to BE by God; this in itself makes me to know that there is dignity in every life. Many choose to go a path that is not God’s best but some seem to have it thrust upon them by poverty, abuse, sickness, or where they were born. I have come to know with more awareness and certainty of the dignity of every human being. I know Christ loves them just as He loved the women He saved from a stoning, the demoniac He delivered from legions of demons, and even my wretched soul.
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Odd and Unusual Things I Have Learned Traveling
This may be a little weird and I wondered if anyone was really interested in weird and trivia stuff from some of my experiences in other countries but here goes…
The world is safer than you think. You could be in a foreign country that was hit the first day with a political uprising, hurricane the second day, and an earthquake the third day yet your mathematical odds of surviving are good. Trust God, if He wants you alive, you have 100% chance of living!
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Daddy seems to be the preferred call sign of a southern father. You don’t hear Alabama ‘youngins’ calling their father, dad or father. The general characteristics of our Daddy depended upon which generation he belonged.
My recollection started with a few who were of the pre-World War II veteran generation—they were too old to get drafted or volunteer for the Second World War. Most of the ones I knew had been farmers, with a few cotton mill workers thrown in the mix, and a sizeable percentage had once nursed a moonshine still.
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Revelation of Jesus
How many cold hearts have yearned for salvation’s heat but found no ember in my heart?
Who has longed for the peace of Christ but found only trouble on my tongue?
What number looked for Jesus but found no resemblance of His image in my life?
What crippled beggar has longed for someone with the hope of Jesus but my feet never sought him out?
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Every good southern, country boy calls his mother “Momma”. Our city cousins might call their mother “Mom” but Momma just seems right to us. The sound of Momma conjures up thoughts of home cooked meals late in the afternoon, warm quilts on cold nights, and big hugs at hellos and goodbyes that would almost crack a rib.
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