I've mentioned I'm an assistant coach for Wyatt and Seth's t-ball team, the fightin' Tarheels. That means I get to be on the field during the game, coaching the tikes. It's quite a privilege. When they are batting, I might be at first base. When they are fielding, I might stand near second. I couldn't possibly tell you every off-the-wall thing said to me by these kindergarten ruffians between pitches, proof positive that their mind is absolutely in a different orbit. Merely a sampling:

"I want a mustache."

"I got five dollars for my teeth." (with wide, toothless grin)

"I have an imaginary friend: Dennis."

"You're scary."

"Mrrmmmppph.....Elephant" (with glove covering face, apparently to serve as an elephant's trunk)

I'm tempted to believe that I would make a good Savior. I'm not so brazen as to actually suggest myself a replacement for the true redeemer of the world. However, if my actions belie my convictions, then on most days, I fancy that if Jesus wanted to take a long weekend and leave the world in my hands, I could pretty much keep it together without much of a hitch... {this is a post on my Relevant Blog. If you want to view the rest, you can find it here}