God Helps Those Who Help Themselves
One sunny morning, a few years back in my general contracting days, I hopped into my rusty pickup truck and turned the key in the ignition. "Bang" The passenger door closed with a thud. A wide smile from my cousin/helper, Pete, greeted my tired face. I put the gear stick in drive and sped off. On the road I made a sloppy sign of the cross and whispered a five second prayer. "I am glad you are making an effort to pray, but do you know what you really are?" Pete asked with a grin on his face. "What am I?" I replied with a smug smile. "You are Lukewarm. You believe in God, but you don't live your life as if it matters. I shook my head with a resounding "No!" But inside my heart I knew he was right. I had been living my life as if God and His truth hadn't matter. Now, a few years later, I can proudly say that I am actively living out my Baptismal calling. I am by far no saint, just a constant sinner seeking re...