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What Do You Expect, Root Beer?~
When I was a boy I was, like most boys of my era, a touch wild. Now most of the time I was what was called (in the vernacular of the time) a "Good Boy". My parents reared me as a Christian; I was regularly taken to Sabbath School (the Sunday School of Adventism(), then church, then a family dinner or church pot luck lunch, and the a walk with my siblings and my Dad with the dogs going "Up the Road-a" into the wilderness (truly-there were deer, cougar and bear) behind our house in the foothills of the Verdugo Mountains.
And as with any boy of the time (and indeed all times) I would get the occasional cut or scrape, as I tested my skills against reality. My father was a Physician, so when I got said cut or scrape I would run to dad (or mom, if dad was at the hospital) for emergency care.
One day after playing "roll down the hill into the bushes", I experienced a fairly large gash in my scalp, that bled copiously, due to the vascular nature of the scalp. I'm certain this this event had nothing to do with my current follically challenged hair line.
I ran inside to show my mother my wound that was bleeding all over my hand and shirt. She called my dad to ask if she should bring me to the Emergency Room at the hosptial. In his normal country doctor voice he told her "NO", don't bring him to the hospital, just put an ice pack in a hand towel, and put pressure on the wound, and that he would be home after work to take care of it. That was in 3 hours.
When he got home he camd me and I said, "Dad, I'm bleeding"!" He chuckled and said in his country doctor voice, "What do you expect, root beer?"
That day I learned about actions and penalties. Soon the world will be experiencing this same thing in preparation for the Kingdom Coming to earth. We are preparing for that Coming, soon!