“Mommy, can we go to the store and buy food for people who don’t have a home?” I was taken aback by my daughter’s request as we pulled out of her preschool parking lot. “Of course. Let’s do it now,” I said.
She was sitting, hunched in the corner near the trampoline. The two little girls in her charge were jumping and playing. Obvious to any observer, she was angry and in a bad mood.
When sin flipped the world on its’ head, he answered in kind. Instead of sending a valiant, conquering messiah with regal pronouncements, he became a soft-skinned baby, a weakling, to turn the world upright again.