When I was 14 years old I bought an old car for $55. It started but wouldn’t stop. I read books, asked questions and eventually fixed the brakes, but then it wouldn’t start. After I’d wasted days and dollars on parts, my father walked into the garage and said, “Want some help?”
At fourteen, I thought I knew far more about cars than he could possibly know! I’d never seen him work on a car. But, trying to be nice I said, “Sure, why not?”
He looked under the hood and suggested I connect the ground wire on the distributor. Later, I tried it and the car started! He had the answer – and I had never asked.
And so it is with our human search for meaning in life. We spend years looking when the answer is right there in the Bible. All we have to do is ask God, our father.
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