I have a picture of my son...amazingly, perhaps my favorite picture of him...sitting on a pathetically rusted tricycle with a busted rubber ball on his head. Really? I don't even remember where we got the tricycle. The dog probably busted the ball. What I love is the twinkle in his eye, his crooked little smile, and the attitude that says, "Yeah, I can get away with this. I'm that cute..."
I wonder what Jesus did that elicited the same response in his mother. Really? This kid will change the world? Amazing...
Truth is, every "hero" in the Bible could well have a busted ball on his or her head. Amazingly, God works consistently through the ridiculously human. So, thanks be to God, I'm putting a busted ball on my head, mounting my rusty tricycle, and waiting for orders.
(And, I have extra balls if any of you want to join me!)
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