A few weeks ago when I was down in Virginia visiting my folks, a story my father told me during dinner was one I did not remember. I wanted a new skateboard, because I had taken my old one apart and lost some parts (sounds typical). My parents decided that this was a good opportunity to teach me something about responsibility and the value of money. They made an arrangement with me, if I save half the money for the skateboard from my allowance, they would chip in the other half. According to dad, I did not think this was a great deal, but I agreed to it.
The first Saturday morning after making the deal with my parents, I received my allowance. So I went into my room, closed the door, and took out all the loose chance I had in my top dresser drawer - what was known as the "junk drawer." As I was in my room counting my money, my dad could hear the bell on the ice cream truck down the street, getting closer and louder. Both my parents were waiting to see what would happen. Dad said there was no sound coming from my room at all, even when the ice cream truck stop a few houses from ours.
As the ice cream truck drove away and the bell could no longer be heard, my father says that he heard me say, "Dear God, please don't let the ice cream truck come down my street anymore."
Prayer - even then it was a good idea. As the Lord's prayer says, "And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever and ever. Amen.
Blessed is anyone who endures temptation. Such a one has stood the test and will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him. (James 1:12)
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