While driving home from Penn State, I see a school teacher in the neighborhood signaling cars to stop so all the little children can cross this one road that leads to a big playground. The tall, strong teacher held up his big hand, and everyone on the busy road came to attention, slowed their cars, and stopped so the small children could run across the street. But then I noticed a tiny boy, maybe a kindergartner, begin his walk across the street as if he didn’t notice his teacher. He raised his teeny, tiny palm to tell all the cars to stop; he actually believed his hand had accomplished the marvelous power of freezing all that traffic. You could see his delight. You could sense his powerful purpose with that little palm raised.
He never saw the taller, stronger teacher with the bigger hand behind him who had already done the work. I even saw the teacher smile as he watched the little boy believe he had done it all.
I suppose in that moment, I knew the truth about my whole life with God.