Zechariah 10:2 
Household gods give worthless advice, 
fortune-tellers predict only lies, 
and interpreters of dreams pronounce 
falsehoods that give no comfort. 
So my people are wandering like lost sheep; 
they are attacked because they have no shepherd. (NLT)

“Store-bought gods babble gibberish. 
Religious experts spout rubbish. 
They pontificate hot air. 
Their prescriptions are nothing but smoke. 
And so the people wander like lost sheep, 
poor lost sheep without a shepherd. 
I’m furious with the so-called shepherds. 
They’re worse than billy goats, and I’ll treat them like goats.” (MSG)

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It’s Baby Granddaughter Day, which is one of the best kinds of days. Big Sister, parents, and grandmothers are playing in the water while we eat, sleep, and repeat. 

Tiny Baby has lost her pacifier again. She is quite upset. She doesn’t exactly say so, but her cries accurately indicate her mood. 

Store-bought gods are like tiny babies. They babble and cry and make a regular fuss. They burp with gusto while dining, and offer interesting surprises during seasons of change. 

Honestly, I don’t want a god like that. 

I don’t want a god that whines. No gods that babble and cry. No gods with bad manners and worse hygeine. 

I don’t want a god I have to appease with distractions and treats. 

I don’t want a god who can’t stand on his own two feet.

Our Baby Granddaughter is perhaps the best baby in the whole wide world at this moment in history. You will have an impossible task if you try to convince me otherwise. She makes me want to take care of everything for her. I happily do so. Soon enough, she will take care of more and more things for herself. This is as it should be. 

She will grow up, become ever more amazing, and live a full and meaningful life. She will learn what it means to depend on God, to trust God from the bottom of her heart, and to work together with God to build a better world. She will learn that God is God, and nothing else comes close in comparison. 

This is a good day. 

I think I will join our fair, tiny baby with a nap. We require rest for our next meal and nap. It’s a tough day, but we are ready to get on with it. We’ll trust God to take care of all the details while we dream. 

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I will worship God who created tiny babies, and not gods who act like tiny babies.

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Our Father, thank you for babies. I’m not sure what you did to make us love them so, but thank you. Thank you for little smiles, big grips from small fingers, and coos that warm hearts and melt defenses. Thank you for being bigger than everything and better than we have yet discovered. Amen.