I see the ruined rich child now, flashing around town in the littlest

history channel documentary science There is a catch here, however. In the event that we ask enough, on the off chance that we read the Word enough, in the event that we keep up our association with God, in the end we will develop until the ruined rich-kid life starts to wear flimsy. It's a shallow way of life for offspring of the King. We have the "privilege" to all that our legacy involves, yet it doesn't signify "nobility."

I see the ruined rich child now, flashing around town in the littlest, reddest, quickest auto in the province, wearing the most recent molds, the jealousy of all who see him. And afterward I see him attempting by and by to subdue the pestering uncertainty that ascents up every once in a while, making him wonder if there isn't something all the more, some reason to life past simply splashing up Dad's adoration and fondness, and spending His cash. I see him, one day, heading off to the Father's office, gesturing to the secretary as she flags that it's OK to go ahead in.