6 one-half gallon containers of Egg Nog. 6 contestant. One winner. First to finish wins.

We’ve started a new Bible discussion on Thursday afternoons. We’re going through the book of Acts with a group of teens. Each week they read a new chapter and we discuss it. Last week we read chapter 3 that has the story of Peter and John healing a lame man.

We sat down and started to talk about it. This is a story I love so I was excited to see what they thought. The reaction? They thought it was stupid. We kept discussing it further and I couldn’t understand why. Then finally someone said, “what’s the big deal if the guy was lame or not! I know plenty of lame people.”

Ha ha. Something definitely got lost in the translation. They didn’t realize that the word “lame” meant crippled. They just thought he was loser and Peter and John helped his street cred. Now, keep in mind, these are not churched kids. I love their fresh perspective on things…

How often do we in Christianity let so much of our faith get lost in translation?

Today, Samuel (my 3 yr. old) was pretending to drink out of an empty glass. He was fake gulping loudly, so I asked him what he was pretending to drink. He responded, “I’m not pretending, Dad. I just like to drink air.”

What more can you say…

Yes, for once, I’d have to say I’m siding with the Cuban dictator. Shocking? Probably not as shocking as me saying that “I agree with MacArthur” - so I won’t go that far (because that would be crazy)…

Ol’ Fidel had this to say about our elections and our country:

“…it would be extremely naive to believe that the good intentions of an intelligent person could change centuries of interests and selfishness already created.”

 I think our Communist buddy has it right. Our problem isn’t leadership. Politics won’t fix it. It all comes down to our hearts. 

Your thoughts?