When I Was A Kid… by Horace Robinson
Nov 22nd, 2011 by Charles
When I was a kid, I enjoyed going to the barber shop. Guys would come from all over and tell tall tales and make me look at the world outside in wonder and amazement. They would speak of faraway places like New York, Chicago, Los Angeles and DETROIT. One day this gambler came in and started telling us of his most recent visit to Detroit. He was walking out of this club when he ran into these two gentlemen who proceeded to “beat the crap out of him.” When they finished they threw him face down on the ground, got in their car and drove away. He then rolled over onto his back when he realized he had two guns on him. He had all the tools he needed to avoid a beating, but being involved in the fight, he forgot his tools.
I’m like that gambler. I get so involved in life I forget that I have three guns on me, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. When I remember to pull out my “Guns” life ceases to be a fight and starts to be a pleasant human experience. A peace comes over me, and things tend to line up for me. I don’t win every round, but I tend not to get the crap beat out of me.
Father – Mother God,
As I go through this human experience we call life, let me always remember You. Let me always remember that You walk with me, and that my life is Your life. Let me call on You knowing that You always answer if I listen carefully enough. Let me always keep in mind that it is not I, but the Christ within that does the work. Father – Mother God, let me always think of you first, then the task at hand, trusting and knowing that You will always guide me to the right and perfect outcome.
In the name and nature of Jesus the Christ,
Amen and Amen
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