Morning Minute with the BROfessor

 When I was in the first grade, I loved recess more than anything in the world.   I am pretty sure that most kids at that age do.   I went to school in North Little Rock, Arkansas.   My dad pastored a little church in the area and drove back and forth to Seminary in Memphis, Tennessee while finishing his doctorate degree in Biblical Languages.   Studying and learning was his forte, not really mine.   I loved recess.   One day at recess, we were playing around the large cement obstacles on the playground.   They looked like very large culverts that were about 5 foot in length and about 3-4 ft big around.   That was base.   One team chased us around while we ran to get away.   The only safe place was inside that enormous concrete culvert.   I was standing back staring at home base, watching Johnny stand in the doorway with his arms and feet stretched out over it, so that nobody could get past him to base.   That was cheating...

    A thief is close to the top of the list of things in this life that really get to me.   I opened up Instagram this morning to see a post where some of my friends had their trailer stolen from the Ouachita National Forest.   They are full-time Overlanders and had led an event helping to clean up the forest, just to come back, rewarded by a thief when they returned.   It is sad that some people do not feel as if they have to work hard for what they have.   They feel as if they have the right to take whatever they want, even if it does not belong to them. For those raised to know the difference between right and wrong, we abhor thieves.   We believe that thievery is, in its core, the definition and symbol of wrong.   It is easy to determine in this life what is right and wrong.   Even if you are not a believer in the Bible, there are laws that determine what is right and wrong.   Even if you do not believe in the age old Golden Rule, ...