In the beginning of August, I warned you about signaling touchdowns at the pool. Some of you took me seriously, and some of you just laughed it off. Well, call me crazy, but lightning strikes twice at this blog!
And this time, God's wielding his favorite weapon to knock us all back a peg. Take a close look at who's being smote. It's the well-off gentleman in with the nice shoes and finely tailored coat. The one puffing out his chest and sticking his nose in the air. (One might even argue that his outstretched arms are not too dissimilar from Icarus of Greek mythology, the tragic figure who flew too close to the sun...)
The point is, we've got more than enough people strutting around like a peacocks, claiming to have all of the answers. For the love of God, have a little humility. Inscribe the Word of the Lord on your heart. Because if you don't, He will...with 30,000 amps.