As I looked up from my book while sitting in a Tim Hortons in the Calgary airport, my eye caught the world-weary face of an older gentleman. He looked as though he had had too much of life, that the possibility of joy was not on his horizon.

Jesus gave his life on the cross, thus providing the ultimate testimony that he believed everything he taught. If he was not firmly convinced of his teaching, he could easily have recanted to save his skin. If he had had some doubts, there might have been some sign of waffling as he stood before Pilate. There was no waffling.

Obedience is for children. When we grow up, we can make our own rules. That, too often, is the way we think.