Bible Bash on the Second Row


Here is a little more inspiration and humor for you…

Honoring our parents is very important. I learned just how important while attending Church with my family many years ago.

Our family was sitting in Church, all ten of us filling up the second row as usual. I was sitting at one end of the bench and my dad was at the other. Being unsupervised as I was, I pulled a few elastics out of my sock, tied them together and began flipping my little sister. My father looked down the row and saw me doing it so he opened up his bible to a certain passage and sent it down the row with the instructions to give it to me. My brothers and sisters, being as they are, took the liberty of reading it as it came to them. When it finally got to me I read it. The scripture was 1 Corinthians 13:11 "When I was a child I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: But when I became a man I put away childish things."

Now, when I read this I stopped... For a while, then I forgot and started again. My father saw that I was doing it again and sent this scripture down the row, my brothers and sisters also read this, Proverbs 15:5 "A fool dispiseth his fathers instruction: but he that regardeth reproof is prudent."
Now, I am no match for my father's wisdom in things dealing with scriptures, but this time I thought that I had him. I sent up Matthew Chapter 5 verse 22. The last sentence states, "whosoever shall say thou fool shall be in danger of hell fire." But, my dad proving again his superior knowledge sent back down Exodus 21:17 "And he that curseth his father or his mother, shall be surely put to death." After I read that, the problem was solved.

I hope that you have a wonderful day!


-Appreciable Goodfaithpoet

1 comment:

Fleeting_Thoughts said...

That is funny. I still remember the day. One of my memories from the second row was Grandma Snider (I don't I've ever known the spelling).

She couldn't hear very well. But she was always there in church. I remember Dad was always passing her notes. I kept thinking, I know we aren't supposed to pass notes at school, I wonder if it's OK at church? Then I found out that Grandma Snider (not a relative of ours) was writing to ask my Dad what was being said. So my Dad would write the sermon for her, along with scripture references so she could participate and learn in the sacrament meeting.

The second row is a pretty good bench to sit on.