My Father’s Son

Just listened to my dad’s sermon from Sunday at WhiteWater – sort of ‘guest-speaking’ I guess about things that get in the way of moving closer to God.  He labeled those things ‘rocks’.  I think one of the most pervasive ‘rocks’ that we carry around is a lack of prayer (which indicates a lack of an attitude of dependence on God).  Prayer was the focus of the service here that our students and I led.  We included a lot of stuff that was ‘out of the ordinary’ for a typical Sunday morning.

I found it funny that, while I had people wandering around the auditorium drawing with chalk and crayons, and sticking post-it notes to the walls, my dad made everyone hold on to rocks through their service.
I guess I really am my father’s son.  We’re odd like that…

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