I was in the check out line of my favorite thrift shop watching a little boy as he pestered his mother into buying him a toy chainsaw. He jumped up and down, with excitement, thrilled that his mother said yes to the toy with endless creative possibilities. As he bounced off the floor and register tables waiting for his mother to pay for their things, he said, " When I get home, I'm going to saw Dad, aunt Keisha, uncle Wayne, my sister, and Sparkles. (His sisters pet)
I was worried that he meant it in a Texas chainsaw kind of way until I considered the possibility that maybe I misunderstood and he meant in a magical "David Copperfield" kind of way. Whew!
So many people to pray for and so little time.
Somebody better call ahead and warn Sparkles.