... So I walked up and sure enough there was a knot in the line.
While I stood there looking at the knot, I couldn’t help but think to myself, “How did you do that?” But after a few moments, to collect my composure, all I said to my son was, “okay sure… let me see it and I’ll fix it for you.”
But my son refused to hand the rod over. “No dad. I got this.”
Read the rest of the weekly column from a local pastor in the Sept. 23 Advance.
