When I was about 5 years old I overheard my Aunt telling my mom how my cousin knocked over their Christmas Tree. I wondered how one would go about knocking over a Christmas Tree so I devised some tests to see just what kind of stress a Christmas Tree could take before falling over. I discovered – not much. I pulled that sucker over and broke half the ornaments in record time.
I have also been told (I claim amnesia about this) that I went around the neighborhood selling my mom’s good jewelry door to door to make money.
I loved your post about the prodigal son and I hope it blesses my readers of the Outreach Blog as it fits in perfectly with our topic of the past two weeks of reaching wayward children. Thank you!
Pastor Forbe, one of our Calvary Temple pastors who now lives in Africa as a missionary (he blogs about his life here), is one of my favorites to listen to. He has a funny story for every situation. So, when I asked him for stories from his childhood about times he did something really bad, he was more than happy to share.
There was a time when I thought I would “help” my dad learn how to swim. So I pushed him into the deep end of the swimming pool. He didn’t know how to swim, and his brothers had to save him. That didn’t end well for me.
And then there was the time when I saw my Mom’s wedding rings laying around and thought that they needed to be put somewhere “safe”. So I put them somewhere safe. One week later and one proper beating, we found…
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