The time is ripe, Summer has dawned, and Wolf Blitzer seems pretty dad gum ignorant about the Trinity.
Someone has to do something about it.
There he is, standing by the cabbage patch over yonder with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth, hoping that you’d be willing to give up the most strong, energetic, robust period of your life to drop some knowledge about the Trinity.
It would be a huge favor. I’d totally owe you one. Ten free meals, a Point Of Grace concert, a trip to see the Power Team perform — anything — if you’d simply be willing to give up the prime of your life for Wolf’s understanding of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit.
If you watch closely, as Wolf stands there on alert because a predator is approaching, his tiny head is wet and pulsating because it doesn’t have very much knowledge about the Godhead. Please, give up these peak years for his sake.
Admittedly, Wolf is a slow-learner and has a difficult time staying on task. You’ll find yourself chasing him through wooded glens or unstrapping yourself from nuclear weapons most days. Be patient though, the effort and time will pay dividends. Even though he owns several hand grenades and Angus cattle, weather the storm and watch his tiny head grow into his man-sized body as you fill it with Trinitarian truth.
You just have to give up the best years of your puny life to do it. Do we have a deal?
