A forwarded e-mail contained the following story ...
Wind Shield Wipers
One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets
of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads
are wet and slick.
Suddenly, my son Matthew spoke up from his relaxed position in
the front seat.
"Mom, I’m thinking of something."
This announcement usually meant he had been pondering some fact
for a while and was now ready to expound all that his
seven-year-old mind had discovered.
I was eager to hear. "What are you thinking?" I asked.
"The rain," he began, "is like sin and the windshield wipers are
like God, wiping our sins away."
After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond.
"That’s really good, Matthew."
Then my curiosity broke in. How far
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