I will often run across someone juxtaposing reason and religion as if they are mutually exclusive. “You have faith, I have reason.” As if to say, “Look you idiot, you can believe your archaic myths, but don’t bring that out into the real world. We need people who use their minds to rule this planet. We are just waiting for you to die out so we can have this place to ourselves.”
At thirteen I had my own lawn mowing business. My mother worked as a beautician (what we call “stylist” today), she served an older clientele and I received the spoils of their need to have their lawn mowed. I made good money for a teenager at that time but I made a lasting mistake because no one in my life told me what I am going to tell you today.
The playground. That land of mythical battles. The place of soaring through the air on a swing, only to see how far it can launch you. That place where you learned firsthand the laws of physics from a merry-go-round; trying with all your might to hold fast.
I was a born procrastinator. I am not wired as an “alpha type A go get ‘em type.” In school, my grades reflected my laziness. I have been on academic probation at two universities. However, when I began walking with God, He gave me direction and purpose. This translated into actions my day to day life.