We’ve all done some pretty foolish things in our past. I suspect, if you had witnessed some of my more foolish antics, you would’ve concluded that I am extraordinarily gifted in the art of folly.
One time when as a young and adventurous Youth Pastor, which is a palatable way of saying I proved to be an idiot, I took group of about 20 senior-highers on a week-long missions trip to the northwest corner of Virginia. It was so rural, it makes Nazareth look like a metropolis.
Now you need to know that the campground where we worked that week was but a few miles from a federal penitentiary. So on the final evening before we made our 8-hour trek back home, I wanted to play a practical joke on my suspecting group of teens.
What happened next, you couldn’t even begin to imagine. But you don’t really think I’m going to lay it all out now, do you? Nope! You gotta come to our worship service this Sunday morning as we continue our mining of the book of Proverbs. This Sunday’s message I’ve entitled, “Who’s the Fool?”
