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One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of
town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and
slick. Suddenly, my son Matthew spoke up from his relaxed position in
the front seat.
"Mom, I'm thinking of something." This announcement
usually meant he had been pondering some fact for a while and was now ready
to expound all that his seven-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager
to hear.
What are you thinking?" I asked.
"The rain," he began, "is like sin. And the windshield wipers are like
God, wiping our sins away."
After the chill bumps raced up my arms, I was able to respond, "That's
really good, Matthew." Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this
little boy take this revelation? So I asked, "Do you notice how the rain
keeps on coming? What does that tell you?"
Matthew didn't hesitate one moment with his answer. "We keep on sinning
and God just keeps on forgiving us."
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