One rainy day a young mother and her seven-year-old boy were driving through one of the main streets of their town. Little Matthew seemed to be pondering something as he stared at the windshield wipers doing their repetitious work. “Mom,” Matthew said. “I’ve been thinking about something.” “What’s that?” his mom asked. “The rain is like sin. And the windshield wipers are like God, wiping our sins away.” After the chill bumps stopped running up and down her arms, she said, “That’s really good, Matthew. Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming?
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