He knows his thinking.

It's so easy for us to create our own hopes in our lives.

What I mean by that is that when we depend too heavily on our pastors, online preachers,

whatever case to read our Bibles for us, to study our Bibles for us, and then tell

us what it says, we're basically pulling our own well-being back to pre-William Tyndale.

In other words, he fought hard and ultimately lost his life so that you and I could sit

down with God's word and read it for ourselves.

And I can't help but wonder how many people are satisfied letting someone else study God's

word for them.

As you all know, friends, I often highlight Oscar's abysmal failures in life, which all

by the way traces our roots back to the fact that he daily consumes rotten motor oil in

the form of something he calls black coffee.

But being the ever-merciful, gracious, tender, gentle, meek, lowly humble and selfless friend

that I am, today I'm going to highlight one of the very few victories in Oscar's life.

Oscar, tell the people about the recent basketball triumph that you coached.

That's not even my victory.

So fun last Friday, I get to coach my 12-year-old son's basketball and so much fun with those

kids.

And last Friday, they were down by 12 points going into the last quarter.

And I got them together and I'm like, hey, don't, because 12 points for 12-year-olds

is a lot.

I mean, for six minutes left, and I just said, don't worry about the score.

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