“Janice Richard!” exclaimed Grandma, who was washing dishes
while Janice wiped them. “I’ve told you not to say words like that.”
“Oh, Grandma, it’s not a bad word,” protested Janice, picking
up pieces of the broken cup. “Everybody at school says it.”
“I don’t care who says it,” answered Grandma. “It’s still wrong
to talk like that. Now, when you’ve picked up all the pieces, sit
down at the table.” Grandma left to get a tube of glue.
“I want you to put those pieces together again.” she said
as she entered the kitchen.
Janice worked a long time. Finally she was finished, but the
cup didn’t look like it did before. There were small crack
lines everywhere. “Grandma, is this good enough?” she asked.
“I can’t make it look any better.”
“No, you can’t, honey,” agreed Grandma. “But after the glue hardens we’ll be able to use it again. You know, to God our lives probably look a lot like this cup. We all do wrong things.
And each time we do, there are consequences. The consequences
are like the cracks in this cup. A consequence might be
the sick feeling in your stomach when you know you’ve
done something you shouldn’t have.”
“Or like the scar on my finger from when Mom told me not to
touch the stove and I did it anyway?” asked Janice.
“Yes,” answered Grandma. “Even though God promises to forgive
us for the wrong things we do, we have to live with the
consequences.”
Janice looked at the cup. “But it’s so hard not to do what the
other kids are doing.” Grandma nodded.
“But Jesus can help you choose to do right.”
“Grandma, may I take this cup to school to remind me to do
what is right?” asked Janice.
“That’s a great idea,” Grandma replied. BKO
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