SON: When I
turn 18, I'm going to do whatever I want for the Lord. Tattoos, piercings, you
name it.
FATHER : Well, I'll take that chance. Come here, there's something I want you to see. (Hank takes down a box from the shelf and opens it up) Remember this?
SON : My beanbag buddy? Oh, man, I can't believe I collected those things. They're so lame.
FATHER: You didn't think so five years ago. And how about your virtual pet? You used to carry this thing everywhere. Then you got tired of it, forgot to feed it, and it died.
FATHER : Well, I'll take that chance. Come here, there's something I want you to see. (Hank takes down a box from the shelf and opens it up) Remember this?
SON : My beanbag buddy? Oh, man, I can't believe I collected those things. They're so lame.
FATHER: You didn't think so five years ago. And how about your virtual pet? You used to carry this thing everywhere. Then you got tired of it, forgot to feed it, and it died.
SON (looks at a photo of
himself in a Ninja Turtles costume): I look like such a dork.
FATHER : I know how you feel. I never thought that "Members Only" jacket would go out of style, but it did. I know you think stuff you're doing now is cool, but in a few years you're going to think it's lame. And I don't want the Lord to end up in this box.
FATHER : I know how you feel. I never thought that "Members Only" jacket would go out of style, but it did. I know you think stuff you're doing now is cool, but in a few years you're going to think it's lame. And I don't want the Lord to end up in this box.
Who Wrote and Sang this Song?
Black day, stormy nightNo love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, he is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross
Ghettos 2 the left of us
Flowers 2 the right
There'll be bread 4 all of us
If we can just bear the cross
Sweet song of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her children need all that she brings
We all have our problems
Some BIG, some are small
Soon all of our problems
Will be taken by the cross
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry 4 he is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross
Ghettos 2 the left of us
Flowers 2 the right
There'll be bread 4 all, y'all
If we can just, just bear the cross, yeah
We all have our problems
Some are BIG, some are small
Soon all of our problems, y'all
Will be taken by the cross
The cross, The Cross
Who Wrote This?
"The world is filled with good fathers. How do we recognize them? They are the ones who are missed so terribly that everything falls apart in their absence. They're the ones who love us long before we’ve even arrived. They're the ones who come looking for us when we can't find our way home. Yes, the world is filled with good fathers. And the best are those who make the women in their lives feel like good mothers."
"The stories are as old as time itself. The prodigal son who returns to the father that forgives him. The jealous wife who tricks the husband who trusts her. The desperate mother who risks everything for the child who needs her. And the faithless husband who hurts the wife who loves him deeply. Why do we listen to these stories again and again? Because these are the stories of family. And once we look past the fighting, the pain and the resentment, we occasionally want to remind ourselves there is absolutely nothing more important."
Next week I will give you the answers and explain why this is important.
2 comments:
can't wait until next week!
can't wait until next week!
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