My Mom’s pastor in Tennessee remembers a girl whose parents sent her to church each Sunday, but they never attended. The town knew of the wild parties this couple threw at their home on Saturday nights. A lot of inappropriate behaviour took place there. Then, each Sunday morning, the little girl sat in church alone.

One Sunday, the pastor looked over the congregation and saw the little girl with her parents! They later explained that a Saturday night party became too riotous, and the noise woke their daughter. She was coming down the stairs when she saw the eating and drinking and said, ‘Oh, may I say the prayer? God is great, God is good, let us thank Him for our food. Amen.’ Goodnight, everybody.” She went upstairs, but within minutes, uncomfortable guests began to say, “It’s getting late. We really ought to be going.” The couple looked at each other and asked, ‘Where do we think we are going?” God had built a highway to this couple, as He promised in Isaiah 40, and He built it through their daughter.

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Wit & Wisdom – July 14, 1998