So, here is a familiar scenario: You are standing in line at the grocery store and your little angel has been teetering on the dark side of angelic all morning. The tipping point comes when you hit the check out line and your child sees that bright and colorful something that was perfectly places to create a crisis for parents. It happens. Your child reaches out and grunts - or worse, actually swipes it as you walk by. And you take a deep breath and say the magic word: No. And in that moment, your little angel crosses completely over to the dark side and becomes a midget demon. The thrashing and wailing begin. Other parents move slowly away. The security guard talks quietly on his walkie-talkie as he moves where he can watch your every move. The clerk stares at you with her blank stare and saucer eyes. And in that moment, you wish you had the silver bullet that would kill that tantrum and restore your child to "angelic" statu...
A man made of mud learning to live as an image bearer of God