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I
don’t know who invented the wheel. My speculation centers on a guy who
lived along the Tigris River or someplace close to the origin of the Three
Wise Men! I don’t think it was one of the wise guys because they wouldn’t
have ridden a camel to Bethlehem after inventing the wheel. No, I think our
Tigris guy was being served a combination of Corn Flakes and Cheerios by his
wife one day for breakfast. When spilling some food (all wise men do this
at some point in time) he realized how far a Cheerio would roll verses a
Corn Flake. The rest is history, I think.
There are some places the wheel wouldn’t have been
invented. There are some places where wheels never roll. Obvious places
like rush hour traffic and bad Wal-Mart shopping carts come easily to mind,
and really obvious places like village paths here in
Kasalle. (Another Tigris guy
that didn’t buy wheel stock but bought donkey stock made one of the first
fortunes.)
We have a small guy that attends the children’s meeting
faithfully every week. Spirited by his youthful zeal, and surrounded
completely by his passion to attend he is nevertheless bound to his
wheelchair. A heroic resemblance to determination, there is no air of
exhaustion in getting him to the meeting. For the last two years he has
come in a wheelbarrow pushed through mud and crust by his sister. The wheel
was not intended for this village. But she helps him pursue the prize of
the children’s meetings.
In Mark 2:3-4 we read about a man who couldn’t walk
either. He wanted to attend so badly as well, that his friends took the
roof apart and lowered him into the room of the meeting with Jesus. Like
they say, where there’s a will, there’s a way, even in
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