One rainy afternoon a woman was driving along one of the main streets of town. Suddenly, my son Matthew spoke up from his relaxed position in the front seat. “Mom, I’m thinking of something.” This kind of 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.
She was eager to hear. “what are you thinking?” she asked.
“The rain,” he began, “is like sin and the windshield wipers are like God, wiping our sins away.”
After the chill bumps finished racing up her arms, she was able to respond. “That’s really good, Matthew.” Then, her curiosity kicked in and she began to wonder how far this little boy would take his revelation.
So, she asked, “do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell you?” Matthew, without hesitating, answered, “We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us.”