The preacher’s little son was repeatedly told to go wash his hands before lunch. The youngster demanded to know why he had to wash his hands before every meal, so his mother said, “Son, there are germs on your hands.”
He looked his hands over carefully, then said, “I don’t see any.”
“You can’t see them, but they’re there,” his dad said firmly. “Now go wash your hands.”
The little boy stomped away, shaking his head and mumbling, “Germs and Jesus…Germs and Jesus…that’s all they talk about in this house and I’ve never seen either one!”
My writer friend, when you sit down to write, do you have a strong desire that readers will see Jesus in your story? How do you accomplish this goal? Is it possible?
What stories have helped you see Jesus better?
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