Praise the Lord, O my soul.
—Psalm 103:1
The preacher ended his sermon and extended the invitation. Three people responded—the third being the parson’s four-year-old daughter.
The child had slipped past her distracted mom and walked to the front of the church. She stood quietly while daddy talked with and prayed for the two adults.
That done, he knelt to hear his daughter’s request.
“Can we go to Chuck E. Cheese after church?” she whispered.
Priceless.
Will my thoughts this Sunday be Christ-centered or . . .
Out of the mouths of babes.