(This post first appeared at Theological Matters)
My truck this morning is carrying a large box filled with countless pieces of acrylonitrile butadiene styrene, commonly known as Legos. Yes, every Lego my four children own—and I do mean every little brick, special piece, and Lego people part—is in a large box encompassing half the back seat of my truck. Wow, we have a lot of Legos! My retirement fund is secured not in gold bricks but in Lego bricks.
I confiscated all the Legos this morning after the children were arguing at DEFCON 1 over a particular Lego piece. They were not embodying the derivation of the word Lego, namely “play well.” Altercations have periodically been going on over several weeks, each time a different piece of thermoplastic the focus of the argument. So, I informed the children that the Legos were going into “time out” until they have a chance to reflect on Ephesians 4:32, “be kind to one another.” We are not going to sacrifice brotherly love for a piece of plastic. Continue reading