Bird poop

"Breaker-breaker 1-9.  This is Ace... we are now locked in on the target.  Alright, let's swoop and poop!"

Alex kept crying because he wanted to swing on our swing set.  I kept telling him no because I didn't want to clean up the Sam's club sized mega poop that the birds left for us.

I felt bad because all he wanted to do is swing.  He did not understand what he was asking me to do... all he wanted to do was be a kid.  That's his job.

My job is to clean up the poop.  It is never fun, but someone has to do it.  I didn't make the mess, but I have to clean it up.

Wonder if Jesus ever felt that way....

"C'mon Bob... Not again.. If I have to come down and fix you one more time I'm gonna turn this cloud around..."

No... I'm guessing He didn't feel that way, but He sure could have.

He didn't create the sin.  We did.  He didn't have to save us, but we can't save ourselves.

We want to see eternity... and Jesus Has provided a way.

Grab a swing.