The Book of Kings exposes a most astonishing history:
Josiah was eight years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem thirty-one years. His mother's name was Jedidah daughter of Adaiah; she was from Bozkath. He did what was right in the eyes of the Lord and followed completely the ways of his father David, not turning aside to the right or to the left. (2 Kings 22:1-2 NIV)
I recently met an incredible millennial, who at 21 rocks my senses with his wit. A most kind and simple guy, his choice for cars reveals much of his character. I asked him why he picks the luxury wheel ... his answer was on-point: I just care about extreme interior quality.
Just a couple of days ago, I had the privilege of being introduced to his equally staggering girlfriend. While sipping coffee, I got to discern the vacuum that runs his preference. Just like King Josiah, the young JP craves for a true center.
Our conversations led to the necessity of recognizing the bankruptcy of all human effort and that of God's invitation to consider the offer of Christ's largesse.
The aftermath was two souls disembarking from their driver seats ... wonderfully discovering that all that glitters is God.
