HOLD THE BIGGER HAND
It’s a little like the time a father and his son were hiking along a steep mountain trail. At the beginning of the climb, the way was easy. They were walking along, throwing rocks through the trees and talking with each other. Then the path became steep. Hiking was difficult. Finally they reached a narrow passageway. One slip and they would fall down a deep canyon. The father said, “Son, you’d better hold my hand.” Looking up at his father, the son replied, “No, Daddy, you hold my hand. You’re bigger than I am.”
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