I totally wanted to give you a new post tonite, but as it's now tomorrow and I haven't even begun to settle my head for a long winter's (or even one night's) nap, I decided to cheat. This is a favorite from 2009. The kiddos in question are now 10 and 13 - and their delightful take on a classic game and the power of Jesus is just as awesome today as it was then.
And, right now Jesus is the only play I have left, and I'm awfully glad that He's always glad to answer.
Since Christmas is the day we observe the birth of Jesus, then I thought
it would be appropriate to commit at least one entry to Him that has
nothing at all to do with the holiday.
Marius, my little friend who many of you may remember from Halloween (I'm not really Spiderman, either), is a seemingly unending source of quality blog fodder.
other day he and his brother, Darien, were playing Rock, Paper,
Scissors. Marius is the kind of kid who always likes to win--and will
bend the rules as needed to ensure his victory. Sometimes this
passionate quest for glory ends in smiles and laughter, and other times
it ends with violence and tears.
On the auspicious occasion of
the game in question, Marius' determination to win was as vibrant as
ever. After several turns of winning and several more of losing, he
decided he had had enough.
Terri was half-way listening to the interminable rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors, when she heard something she didn't expect.
and Marius were saying, in unison, "Rock...Paper..." and when it was
time to reveal their weapon of choice and see who came out the victor,
she heard Marius say (without a hint of mischief, if you can believe
When she asked him what he had said (just to make
sure she had heard correctly--she had) and why he had said it, he told
her "Jesus beats everything!"
Darien thought it was unfair, but
Terri (Christian woman that she is) couldn't help her firstborn out this
time--she had to agree with Marius' insightful (if devious)
So many parts of me love this incident. I think of
how many times in my life I've been playing a futile game and needed to
cry out, "Jesus!" Foolishly enough, I have to admit that I probably
don't pull that card as often as I should. But, every time I do--even
after months (or years) of ignoring His willingness and eagerness to
answer my call--I always win.
(Here's a pic of those rascals - from Christmas 2013)