A lady took her young child to the grocery store. She put him in the cart and said, “I will wheel you up and down every aisle. You will see a lot of things you want, but don’t touch them. They are not for you.”
The military has a word for such treatment. It’s called “torture.”
I heard about a man who took his boy to another grocery store. The little fellow asked if he could be a dog.
“What do you mean, can you be a dog?” asked the father.
“I want to be a dog!” insisted the lad.
“Okay, you can be a dog,” his dad replied.
Suddenly, the boy started barking and ran up to a stranger and started to lick his leg.
The stranger said, “What is your boy doing?”
“He thinks he’s a dog,” said the father.
“Well, this is just horrible,” said the stranger.
The dad responded, “No, ‘horrible’ would be if he thought you were a fire hydrant.”
We learn a lot by walking through a grocery store.
Here’s the lesson I have learned. I must live by direction, not distraction. I have to make a list of what to buy. Otherwise, I buy things I don’t need. And when it’s time to “check out,” I realize some things cost a lot more than I thought they would.
Solomon said it like this: “Meaningless! Meaningless! Utter meaningless! Everything is meaningless!” (Ecclesiastes 1:2).