Essentials #4: GOD'S PLAN (1 Peter 2:4-10) | 10/3/2021

1 Peter 2:4-10 | 10/3/21 | Will DuVal

Have you ever BROKEN something SO bad, that you had absolutely NO plan for how to FIX it? 

It’s fitting that my FATHER is in town this morning, because for all the examples that immediately jumped into my head this week from my childhood involved him. 

There was the time I broke our outdoor patio glass tabletop while testing my accuracy throwing rocks from the balcony. My plan? LIE! My mom heard it from inside (I think the neighbors 10 houses DOWN heard it!) but she came running out and caught me - probably red-rock-handed; I think I was so scared I forgot to get rid of the rest of evidence - but she asked “What happened?” and I replied, “I have no IDEA; I was just standing out here... uhh, admiring this gravel... when all of a sudden the table down there just SHATTERED out of nowhere.” She said: “We’ll deal with this when your father gets home.” I can’t remember HOW many licks that one earned me… Dad? 

Then there was the time my buddy Will Woods and I were playing indoor soccer in our garage, and knocked loose one of those long, hanging fluorescent light bulbs. Imagine that falling from 15 ft. onto sheer concrete - glass EVERYWHERE. Our plan THAT time was: we’d sweep it up and replace the light. Fortunately, Dad came home before we could get his ladder out and kill ourselves trying to fix it; I can still remember watching that garage door slowly open, and there we were: brooms in hand, pants soiled. I think Dad actually showed me GRACE that time. 

Somehow, I only ever broke one BONE growing up. Same concrete basement floor, but it was just after we’d moved in, so it was super slick. And I invented a game called “Slippery basketball” that you could only play in SOCKS - mind you, this was back in the days before parents wrapped their kids in bubble wrap - but I was going up to DUNK on my kindergarten girlfriend Stephanie Dunivan, who, in my defense, was just as athletic as any BOY in our class, but speaking of defense, she went up to BLOCK me (I still say she FOULED me), but in any case, I came down with a broken ankle. My plan? Tell Mom: “I need to go to the hospital.” HER plan? “We’ll deal with this when your father gets home.” She wanted a second opinion from her physician husband before shelling out $20 for the ER copay! Til then: “Rub some dirt on it!” Thanks for saving my leg, Dad!

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