You all know who I'm talking about. That boy that sat in front of you at church today that couldn't sit still for more than a few seconds, who gave his sister a wet willy, and who sprawled out across the pew without regard for the other people nearby. Or perhaps you were that kid today? While I consider myself to be rather disciplined and well-behaved (and now a college graduate), as I thought about this rambunctious boy, I realized we may have more in common than I first believed.
Why did his mom scold him and tell him to pay attention to the speaker? Why wasn't that enough? Why did she have to remind him so frequently? I think the short and simple answer is that he didn't understand what the point of paying attention was. Undoubtedly his parents had taught him about how we go to church to worship God and to learn about the gospel, but he hasn't quite learned those lessons for himself.
Now, how many times have you and I lacked the understanding and faith to do what God has already told us to do? For me, probably more than I'm willing to admit or even realize. Even after receiving good feelings about a particular choice or a reminder about what's most important, we can easily get off track and settle for less than we could receive. Thankfully, like that boy's mom, God is patient and willing to remind us over and over.
In truth, aren't we all a little like that boy?
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