My son called and told me where he and his friends were planning to go for spring break. A few days later, the location had changed to a different city. The more his plans changed, the more questions I began to ask.
“So, how are you getting there?" I asked. "It takes money.”
“We have it worked out. We’re going to share the cost,” he said.
“You don’t have a job, what part are you sharing!?”
“Oh yeah, I’m gonna need some money.”
I wondered how long it would take for him to mention money. I let my son know that his heavenly father is rich in houses and land, but here on earth we are regular laymen.
My son didn’t let the issue rest there, he continued by giving me his closing argument. He told me, “The Lord loves a cheerful giver.”
“Yes, and It’s better to give than to receive. So show me your money.”
He conceded…for the moment. I can hardly wait to see what my son comes up with next.
Do you have any spring break stories, past or present?