Tonight, Son #1 got my phone during the church service. I saw him and grabbed it, but I didn’t realize how long he had it.
Our pastor was playing the drums tonight and saw him with the phone. After service, he said, “Son #1 had your phone for a while before you noticed. He was taking pictures of everything.” We laughed.
“Oh, great. There’s no telling what he took.”
No telling, indeed. I don’t enjoy seeing myself from the side. I look like the letter “D.”
On the way home, as I laughed, I told him he shouldn’t get my phone and take pictures.
“But Dad!” he retorted, “I like taking pictures.”
“But you don’t need to take pictures in church.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s fun.”
“What did I say?”
“Just hear me out, Dad.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s a fruit of the Spirit!”
“What?”
“Taking pictures.”
Silence filled the car as I attempted to process that. “Son…”
“Taking pictures is a fruit of the Spirit. I was only trying to obey the fruits of the Spirit in church.” he continued.
“Taking pictures is NOT a fruit of the Spirit.”
“Yeah, Dad, it is,” he replied. “Let me prove it.”
He started quoting the fruits of the Spirit. “Love, joy, peace, taking pictures, patience, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and self-control.”
I turned away and tried to hide my laughter. Too late.
“Hey, Dad, what’s so funny?”
“I’m just happy to have a story to post tonight.”
to myself needing more content,
– Caleb
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