“Dad, I need some money and I am too young to get a job. I can't get a work permit until I'm sixteen.” Dad expanded on some arlier advise. “Figure it out son. Get a job.”
My dad didn’t listen very well. Primarily to prove him wrong I went door-knocking again. When I inquired at Art Lee’s Chinese Restaurant, owner Art Woo handed me an apron and pointed at a stack of unwashed dishes. I asked to borrow the phone first.
“Dad, I got a job. I’ll be earning $1.25 an hour!” I could not have been happier to prove Dad right.
Meeting opposition? Facing resistance? Suffering rejection? Don’t stop. Do what Jesus has shown you to do. Iron chariots and dense forests make no difference. Your excuses won’t work here. Get the job done.
