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."
Who can drive in the rain again without
thinking of this one?