I’m pretty sure it was about 6th grade. We had recently moved to Georgia, fleeing the floodwaters of New Orleans. My friend David sent me off with the following:
I hope the devil doesn’t come back to GA, cause you can’t play the fiddle. I was fairly certain that there would be no devil sightings, though our high school mascot was a big red demon. Seriously.
I’ve always been a little too smart for my own good. Do you know what I mean? Somewhere along the way I learned that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. So when I wanted to be at the sink and encountered my mom reaching into the open freezer, I’d simply slip under the open door, saving myself precious time and steps.
Until that fated day.
I grew.
And forehead met freezer. Mass x velocity = me on my butt in the middle of the kitchen floor, stars circling my head like some cartoon character.
Healthy things grow. It’s true of babies and bank accounts, bullfrogs and broccoli. And it’s true of believers, true followers of Jesus.
It’s not necessarily true of the “Gelly Barnyard Animals” that I put in water tonight for XStream. “up to 600%” growth must mean something different where those animals come from.
So what are you doing to grow in your faith?
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