“Daddy, where did I come from?”, seven-year-old Rachel asked.

It was a moment for which her parents had carefully prepared. They took her into the living room, got out several other books, and explained all they thought she should know about sexual attraction, affection, love, and reproduction. Then they both sat back and smiled contentedly.

“Does that answer your question?” the mom asked.

“Not really,” the little girl said. “Judy said she came from Detroit. I want to know where I came from.”

One Liner
I can’t tell you anything you don’t already know, but I’d like to clarify a few things.

Thought for the day
“Some men brought to Jesus a paralytic friend, lying on a mat. When Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralyzed man, ‘Take heart, son! Your sins are forgiven.’” (Matthew 9:2)

We all have friends who are paralyzed and can’t get to Jesus. They are paralyzed by fear, guilt, doubt, pain, or maybe even resentment over being hurt in some church in the past. They are paralyzed, and they can’t get to Jesus on their own.  What an opportunity to invite and bring them with you this week.