I remember years ago when the pastor was delivering a sermon on salvation, He told a story about a coloring book his mother bought him when he was in the first grade.
He didn’t want to be called a sissy, so he started on the first page and scribbled until it looked horrible. He had reached page ten when his teacher caught him. Each day she helped him color until the book was finished.
A few weeks later it was parent night at the school. When he walked in his classroom with his mother his heart sank within him.
There on each desk were their coloring books. His mother picked up his book to look through it and he shouted,"OH NO MOTHER! LOOK AT THE BOOK JANE COLORED." But she wanted to see my book.
As she turned the first five or six pages I saw a tear roll down her cheek.
I knew this was the end for me. She smiled and picked me up and kissed me and said,"Son this book is beautiful. I am so proud of you.
I didn’t understand this at all. When she put the book back on my desk and started looking at the other coloring books, I had to pick up my book and look at it again, cause I remembered what the
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