Today's Scripture Reading (May 31, 2026): Isaiah 37
Tater Jones grew up in a country
house. In front of his house, there was a long, straight dirt road. Tater went
everywhere that he needed to go, and sometimes just went to places where he
wanted to go, on his bicycle. But what he really wanted was a Moped. Have you
ever seen a moped? It is not a scooter. It definitely is not a Harley, which is
what most young kids want. A Moped actually has pedals and this little engine
that sounds like an angry mosquito.
So, time goes by, and finally Mom
says to Tater, "You have proven yourself. For your birthday, your Dad and
I are going to buy you a Moped." Tater was on top of the world. He was
getting a Moped. And on top of getting the Moped, the same year, the county
decided to pave the long, straight dirt road that ran past the front of Tater's
house. Tater got his Moped, put on his helmet, climbed aboard, and his mom
warned him to be careful. Tater was off down that long, newly paved road on the
back of his angry mosquito.
Tater rides down that long, straight
road until he reaches the highway. His mother had taught him to look both ways
before crossing the highway. So, Tater gets off his moped and steps out toward
the highway, looks one way, then the other, and just to make sure, looks one
way and then the other again. And while Tater is looking, a brand new, shiny
red Maserati drives up beside him. Tater had never seen a Maserati before.
Tater walks around the Maserati, touching the hood and fenders, feeling how
smooth it is, not realizing you don't touch someone else's Maserati. Tater
stuck his head inside the open window. Tater really didn't understand the
concept of personal space and said a little too loudly. "Hey, Mister, how
much does a car like this cost? This is a pretty nice car, Mister. Do you want
to sell your car, Mister? If you ever want to sell your car, give me a call. My
name is Tater Jones.
The driver looks at Tater and his brand-new
moped, and you know he is thinking, "like this kid will ever be able to
afford a car like this!"
Tater oohs and aahs and walks around
the car a few more times, leaving his fingerprints everywhere he can, and then
he gets on his moped and wheels it over beside the driver's side window and
sticks his head in the window one more time. "Nice car, Mister, you
remember my name, Tater Jones, if you ever want to sell your car."
But the car's driver has had enough.
No sooner does Tater lean outside of the car than the driver steps on the gas.
It is a straight road – a long straight road. And the Maserati knows how to go.
In no time, the car is doing 100, then 110. The driver looks in the rearview
mirror, and Tater keeps getting smaller and smaller. One hundred and forty,
then 150, and the driver takes another glance in the rearview mirror. And he is
amazed, Tater Jones is not getting smaller, he is getting larger. 160 – 170,
and Tater Jones is catching up. Two hundred and Tater Jones on his moped passes
the Maserati. And then, all of a sudden, it is Tater Jones who is getting
smaller in the lead.
The driver of the Maserati is about
to pull over and phone the dealership. You don't buy a Maserati to get beaten
in a race by a Moped. Tater spins around and then passes the Maserati going the
other way. And then he spins around again, and he begins to catch up. to the
Maserati one more time. The driver looks down at his speedometer – 230, 240,
250. The Maserati is quickly reaching its top speed, and Tater and his moped
are still gaining. Finally, the driver has had enough. He slams on the brakes
and pulls over to phone the dealership. Tater, on the other hand, can't quite
negotiate the stop, slams into the rear end of the Maserati, and ends up lying
on the roof of the car. The driver gets out and sees Tater on the roof, looking
absolutely exhausted.
"Tater, can I do anything for
you?"
Tater looks at the driver, "Yeah,
if you get a chance, could you unhook my suspenders from the rearview mirror?"
Isaiah knows that trouble is coming.
But he also knows that God will do something with those left in the city. If
Isaiah knew about Tater Jones, he might have offered this advice: when trouble
comes, hook your suspenders to God's rearview mirror and hang on for the ride,
because the Lord Almighty will accomplish this.
Tomorrow's
Scripture Reading: Isaiah 38 & 39