“Then Jesus said to those Jews who believed Him, ‘If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.’” John 8:31,32. (NKJV).
“They snarled showing ferocious yellow teeth, red eyes...and big?” Grandfather shivered. "To get to our bedroom, at the other end of the hall, we had to pass the Rat room." Timmy’s eyes wide, he asked.
“What did you do?”“We sneaked up the stairs, raced to our room, and slammed the door.”
“How old were you guys?” Timmy said.
“Ten years old. We'd heard about the Rat Room all our lives.” Grandfather said, voice low. “The door stayed closed. No one went in.” He leaned close.
“One day we decided to find out what was going on in that room. Rain kept us inside so we made our plan. We waited until the grownups settled downstairs in the den.
“'On the count of three,' John said. I opened the door and we tiptoed into the room.
“The door slammed. We jumped big time. Drawn shades shadowed the room except for the flashes of lightning followed by growls of thunder. Sheets shrouded old furniture and boxes were shoved against the wall. An old leather trunk, tucked in the corner, supported a large cage on top."
“A cage of rats?”
“Nope. Empty. With a sigh of relief, we decided to slip out. Nobody would know we’d been there. John opened the door and stopped so quick I slammed into him. Uncle Bill leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his wide chest.
“'Find anything interesting, boys? Big rats, maybe?' He grinned. 'Know how the room got its name? Aunt Betty received a gift of white mice from her boyfriend. They escaped from their cage one time too many so she gave them back,' he said, lips twitching."
“But Grandfather, I thought...”
“I know. Goes to show how misinformation affects us. John and I nearly broke our necks running by the Rat Room before we learned the truth. We must know the truth. Only then can we be free. That’s what our Lord tells us in His word.”
Kingdom Thinking. Maybe you have a Rat Room like I do. One filled with half-truths and fears. I can scurry past or turn to the Lord Jesus. He promises me truth for He is Truth. He loves me with an everlasting love and will never leave nor forsake me. He promises you truth, too. Won’t you come?
“The door slammed. We jumped big time. Drawn shades shadowed the room except for the flashes of lightning followed by growls of thunder. Sheets shrouded old furniture and boxes were shoved against the wall. An old leather trunk, tucked in the corner, supported a large cage on top."
“A cage of rats?”
“Nope. Empty. With a sigh of relief, we decided to slip out. Nobody would know we’d been there. John opened the door and stopped so quick I slammed into him. Uncle Bill leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his wide chest.
“'Find anything interesting, boys? Big rats, maybe?' He grinned. 'Know how the room got its name? Aunt Betty received a gift of white mice from her boyfriend. They escaped from their cage one time too many so she gave them back,' he said, lips twitching."
“But Grandfather, I thought...”
“I know. Goes to show how misinformation affects us. John and I nearly broke our necks running by the Rat Room before we learned the truth. We must know the truth. Only then can we be free. That’s what our Lord tells us in His word.”
Kingdom Thinking. Maybe you have a Rat Room like I do. One filled with half-truths and fears. I can scurry past or turn to the Lord Jesus. He promises me truth for He is Truth. He loves me with an everlasting love and will never leave nor forsake me. He promises you truth, too. Won’t you come?
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