"Well how much was the ticket?"
"I don't know, I just gave it to my Mom"  

"I was going to, but it was hard"

"It was kindness week at my school...And I didn't"

"What if a mute person has no hands"


Monday, February 4

Stop, thief! Vandal! Outrage! Scoundrel!

Name: Josh

Scripture: Luke 16
Verses 1-7 are long so here's a paraphrase. They tell the tale of an accountant being fired by his wealthy master for wasting money, and who then after wondering what to do for a living, comes up with a plan to get people to welcome him when he's homeless out on the streets. He tells people who owe his master money or goods to not worry about it and cut down the amount they will pay him back, so that they will befriend the now jobless accountant. You think that when the master finds out his manager is ripping him off, that he would flip out, but...

8-9
"Now here's a surprise: The master praised the crooked manager! And why? Because he knew how to look after himself. Streetwise people are smarter in this regard than law-abiding citizens. They are on constant alert, looking for angles, surviving by their wits. I want you to be smart in the same way—but for what is right—using every adversity to stimulate you to creative survival, to concentrate your attention on the bare essentials, so you'll live, really live, and not complacently just get by on good behavior."

OAP: I like the way the Message delivers these verses because the NIV+ (haha scotty) was kind of confusing for me. Anyways, i want to live like this. I want to get by with only just the minimum God wants to give me, so ill still be dependent on him but have to use my resources wisely.

Prayer: God, im obviously not even close to being needy or poor. Youve gifted me enormously, and feel free to take whatever you need away to make me more reliant on you, even if its uncomfortable and my flesh still holds on to it in gluttony. I dont want to just get by and be well off, i want to feel alive and notice that every little thing you grant me is you showing up in my life. If its your will, make me a street rat like Aladdin.

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