So, this morning I walked into the boy’s room before going to church and found Jude at his desk, drawing and coloring like he does usually. He had actually drawn a couple of really good Pokemons. If you don’t know what Pokemon are then consider yourself blessed beyond measure. All I know is that they have made my houselife louder and more prone to violence from all parties involved.  I told Jude that he drew them really well and he turned to me with his Jude facial mannerisms that I am sure he inherited from me and asked, “Do you know why I am so good at drawing?” I smiled, expecting some explaination involving fire, karate skills, and a number 2 pencil. I told him “No.” He then in all humility and and sincerity said, “Because that is how God made me.” I was fairly stunned and happy all at the same time. A flood of memories rushed into my mind of all the times I took glory for things when it was not mine to take. Of afternoons watching Chariots of Fire and marveling at the blood earnestness of Eric Lidell racing only for the glory of God. I wish that my life reflected the simplicity of Jude’s reasoning. 1Cor 1:28-31 sets the believer where they should stay. God made you and therefore you cannot boast in that, God sustains you and so you can’t boast in that, God holds you and so that boasting is lost. The only thing I can boast in then is God and be thankful that he has given me the talents that I have.

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