What Would Jesus Do?

In Reader's Digest, I read about a lady who asked her young daughter what she would do if there was a medical issue and she couldn't wake her up. The little girl gave her mother a humorous response.

Humorous enough to win $100.

I thought there was an important lesson to be learned, so I asked my granddaughter the same thing.

"What would you do if one morning I didn't wake you up to go to school?"

"I'd stay asleep," she said.

Hmm… maybe I could have phrased that better.

My granddaughter always has something amusing to say. In fact, just last week at church she…

Well, before I tell you that, let me tell you about an interesting thing that recently happened at the church I go to.

They stopped having Saturday services!

This may not seem like a big deal to you, but it goes back to something I've always wondered concerning Christian worshipping practices: Why do we go to church on Sundays?

I understand that's when Jesus rose from the dead, but in the original Ten Commandments, of which there were actually 613 we were supposed to follow, we were commanded in the 4th to "Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy."

The Sabbath, my friends, is Saturday!

When did that change, who changed it, and why do we accept it?

Let me put it this way: If your father tells you to do one thing and your buddy, the one who's always getting you into trouble, tells you to do something else, who should you obey?

Maybe someone can enlighten me.

While at church, my father went to a prayer group instead of the sermon because he likes the free coffee and cookies. Yeah, he's like me. Frugal. Besides that, things just taste better when they're free. When we met up later, he told my wife and I that the associate pastor who leads the group brought in some friends of his to sing for them.

"But they didn't have any instruments," he told us.

"A cappella?" my wife asked.

"A gospel song," he answered.

From there, we picked up my granddaughter. She walked out of the children's auditorium eating a cupcake. That was thoughtful of the church, but it was just the thing to spoil her appetite for the lunch we were about to have.

There was another girl her age walking behind her. She was sporting two crutches under each armpit. She also had a backpack and was carrying a stuffed animal. Determined as she was, she was having a hard time walking, juggling all her stuff, and eating her cupcake all at the same time. I was wondering where her parents were.

"You should help her," my wife suggested to our granddaughter.

"I'm busy," our granddaughter said.

"Doing what?"

"Eating a cupcake."

We were at church, after all, so I thought I would take advantage of the teaching opportunity that just presented itself. She had just come out of her worship class after all, but, as we all know, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

"What would Jesus do?" I asked her.

She didn't even have to think about it.

"He would heal her so she could carry her own stuff," she said.