Tonight, my granddaughter and I are going on a date. Earlier in the week, I asked her if she wanted to go out to eat or go see a movie. She called me later to inform me that she really wanted to do both. So, I imagine we will eat at Keller Pizza, and then go rent a movie from Blockbuster. Life doesn't get any better.
Beverly and I have been watching American Idol. I love Simon. She doesn't. As a preacher, it's kind of in my blood to spiritualize everything. But aren't you glad that the Godhead is not like the panel on American Idol, where you get one shot to show what you can do? By your performance, you either pass or fail. And your judges are 1. a sarcastic hyper-critic, 2. a sappy, sentimentalist, and 3. (I can't think of words to describe Randy Jackson. He's pretty cool, but not easy to peg.)
Give me the loving, forgiving grace of a God who has invested Himself in us any day!