WHY JESUS CAME

“WHY JESUS SAID HE CAME”

LUKE 4:18 The spirit of the Lord is upon me because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.”

“Once, a young sculptor fell deeply in love with the woman of his dreams. They were made for each other, having similar interests, sharing values, and agreeing on the priorities of life. A wedding took place, and the marriage was as fresh and exciting as the courtship.

However, tragedy struck when it was found that she had an incurable disease. After his wife’s death, the artist desired to dedicate a work of art to her memory. He created a magnificent sculpture that was chosen to adorn a new plaza in the middle of town. The work was instantly popular, so much so that the young artist’s work was all at once in great demand.

A year later several more of the young man’s works were added. He became so well known that art lovers would travel from throughout the region to view his work. Eventually, the plaza area was so cluttered with art pieces that some of them had to be removed. A friend asked what the piece of work in the center of the plaza was intended for, since it was the least popular of all the sculptures. The young artist agreed that it looked out of place and ordered it removed. What was once the centerpiece of his work and his driving force, had become unimportant and obsolete. So it was replaced.

Notice that the driving force did not suddenly become unimportant, but slowly became obsolete. Thanks to author Max Lucado we have a friendly reminder of just what can happen to Christmas.

Is the message that Jesus gave to the poor still relevant? It is if you know the definition of poor. How poor are you?

·You’re poor if you run out of answers. Jonah did.

·You’re poor if you run out of patience. Moses did.

·You’re poor if you run out of strength. Paul did.

·You’re poor if you run out of friends. John the Revelator did.

·You’re poor if you run out of safety. Joseph did.

·You’re poor if you run out of support. Joshua did.

·You’re poor if you run out of discipline. David did.

·You’re poor if you run out of money. Nehemiah did.

·You’re poor if you run out of food. Elijah did.

·You’re poor if you run out of wisdom. Job did.

·You’re poor if you run out of health. Namaan did.

·You’re poor if you run out of protection. Daniel, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego did.

·You’re poor if you run out of God’s hope. The prodigal did.

·You’re poor if you run out of determination. Paul did.

·You’re poor if you run out of man’s approval. Jesus did.

·You’re poor if you run out of morality. David did.

·You’re poor if you run out of perseverance. James did.

·You’re poor if you run out of love. A humiliated prostitute did.

·You’re poor if you run out of optimism. We all will.

Jude said, “Be merciful to those who doubt, snatch others from the fire and save them, to others show mercy mixed with fear.”

Gallup reports that in 1963, 65 % of all Americans believed the Bible was infallible; that number dropped to 37% in 1982. Why? Charles Colson believes it is because the prevailing attitudes of the culture have thoroughly infiltrated the ranks of faith and belief.

Though Christians say they hold fast to the truths of God’s word, they are succumbing to relativism and modern cynicism. It is no wonder really, that millions sit in the pew on Sunday and never bother to think about what they believe or why; thus they are easy prey for the trendy clichés that dismiss scripture.

The English word “gospel” is derived from two words---God which means: “good” and spell an old Saxon word meaning “a word or speech.” The word gospel means “a good message.” Has the “good news” that was once the centerpiece of your world become unimportant and obsolete? Has it caused you to become poor? If that is the case, Jesus has a good message. Call on him, his LIFE is not unimportant or obsolete.

ELEVEN WORDS THAT CHANGED THE WORLD

"ELEVEN WORDS THAT CHANGED THE WORLD”

MATTHEW 28:6 “He is not here; he has risen, just as he said.”

I have some questions. They go like this. What is it that truly changes a man? What is it that can take a person from the gutter to grace, from the depths of drugs to the height of happiness? What is it that changes a shy school girl into a dynamic missionary that interprets scripture into the native language of the Indians of Ecuador? What is it that changes a rebellious teenager into a wholesome father who picks up toddlers and nuzzles their necks until they’re giddy with laughter?

Come on, you tell me. You’ve seen it. Change. I mean good old-fashioned honest-to-goodness change. They acted one way, and now they have totally changed directions.

Several years ago I was asked to return to my high school for a special dinner to celebrate my wrestling coach’s tenth anniversary in the sport. The athletic director invited all the former captains to sit at the head table and say a few words to honor our former mat-side mentor.

Well into the evening the athletic director stepped to the microphone and began to invite us to the podium for our one minute tribute to our former boss. My senior year was my coach’s rookie year; thus, the two other tri-captains and I went first. Mr. Mountain called for the first tri-captain of the 1975 Tigers, “Ben Matwey” (now there is an appropriate name for a wrestler.). He gave his remarks and returned to his seat. Next we have “David Outten.” Dave headed to the front and shared some well deserved praises. It was then that I noticed a smile and suddenly a slight chuckle come to the face of our well seasoned director of sports. He stepped to the microphone and said:

“I find this next name to be quite interesting. It’s not really the name as much as the title. Our next presenter is, “Rev. Stephen P. Rhoades.” As I was making my way to the middle of the table, he said the following: “Now this is one person that I would have never believed I would be introducing as a ‘Reverend.’ But I guess anything is possible.”

I laughed along with everyone else (some harder than others), voiced my prepared words and returned to my seat.

At the conclusion of the tribute, my former teacher and now fellow professional walked up to me and said, “Was that for real, or were you just playing a joke?”

I told him, “It’s true. I’ve been a pastor now for six years.”

He just looked with an odd tilt to his head started to walk away and then said, “BOY, HAVE YOU CHANGED!” FOUR WORDS THAT WOKE MY WORLD!!

The only “ME” he knew was the old me. Self-proclaimed school hater. One who would sooner cut class than sit through it. He now had to settle for the “changed ME.” A rebel turned Reverend.

Only one thing could have made that change: the resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. The one moment in history that cannot be overlooked. The landmark turning point that no human being can ignore. In his book, “The Life of Christ,” Fulton Sheen shares this insight: “In the history of the world only one tomb has ever had a rock rolled in front of it, and a soldier set to watch it, thus preventing the dead man within from rising: that was the tomb of Christ on Good Friday evening. What spectacle could be more ridiculous than armed soldiers keeping their eyes on a corpse? But sentinels were set, in case the dead man walked, the silent man spoke, or the pierced heart quickened to life.

They said he was dead; they knew he was dead; they said he would not rise again, but yet they watched! They openly called him a deceiver. But would they all be deceived? He had compared himself to Jonah. He recalled that Jonah had been in the belly of the whale for three days and that he would be in the belly of the earth three days and then rise again.”

Two women named Mary were the first to hear the happy words of a heavenly messenger. At the moment of the message, man’s misery was now laid motionless.

The great doors of change swing on very small hinges, and this moment was no different. “He is not here, he is risen, just as he said.” Eleven words that can change your sorrow into joy, your mourning into dancing and your struggle into strength..

Yes, a man can change. Mr. Mountain says so.

"Things are as big a deal as you make them."

"THINGS ARE AS BIG A DEAL AS YOU MAKE THEM"

I Corinthians 6:7 "Why not just be wronged...why not just be cheated?"

When I die, my children will say..."You know, Dad always said...'things are as a big a deal as you make them."' Most problems we encounter turn out to be "no big deal" when you look back on them 10 years later. Unfortunately we live in a world with way too many big deals. Have you ever considered just being wronged, or just being cheated and just getting on with your life?

One day Mayor LaGuardia addressed the New York Police Department, convinced that they were being too hard on young offenders: When I was a boy,” he declared, “I used to wander around the streets with my friends until we found a horse tied up to a post. Weʼd unhitch him, ride him around town, then tie him up again.” “

Are you trying to tell us,” one of the officers asked, “that the mayor of New York was once a horse thief?” “No,” La Guardia replied.“Iʼm telling you that he was once a boy!”

There is an awful lot that can be learned in the School of failure. But all failure isn't final.

“A young man had just been elected to take over as bank president. He strode into the outgoing bank presidents office and said, “Sir, I would like your advice. What will make me as successful as you?”

The older man looked up from his paper, eyed the young man up and down and curtly said, “Two words: Good decisions!”

The young man thanked the outgoing president and left the office. But then he turned and knocked on the door and said, “Please forgive me for bothering you gain, but how does a person know he is making good decisions?”

The bank president waited for a moment. Then going back to his work, he said, “”One word: Experience!”

The young man nodded and turned to walk out. But before he reached the door, he stopped and turned around.

“Yes?” said the outgoing president, putting the papers down again.

“Well,” the young man asked, “how do I get that experience?”

“Two words,” the man answered. “Bad decisions.”

Bad decisions. Mistakes. Failure. We don’t like to admit it, but we know the terms well. Most often we foresee our failures as the route to our ruin. But that does not have to be the case.

There is a true story about a project manager at IBM who lost the company $10,000,000. Dejectedly, he walked into the presidents office and said, “I’m sorry. I’m sure you will want my resignation. I’ll be gone by the end of the day.”

The president’s response showed his understanding of the value of failure. He said, “Are you kidding? We’ve just invested ten million dollars in your education. We’re not about to let you go, now get back to work.”

Always remember..."things are as big a deal as you make them!"

"Faltering Footwork"

“FALTERING FOOTWORK”

Disaster struck on third turn before the last lap. Mary Decker got crossed up by Zolla Bud and down she went. Not only did she fall, but her dreams of Olympic greatness, a shot at a gold medal and quite possibly a fortune in endorsements went out the window. Within seconds Olympic officials and her teammates rushed to her side to calm her sorrow, but nothing could stop the tears of disappointment. The dream was not faded; it was gone. The hope of glory was not even a remote possibility. The field had passed her by, and she was left behind huddled in hurt.

In the seventh grade I made my debut in track in the 800 meters. At 4’11” and 88 pounds I wasn’t much of a fearsome foe at the starting line, but Coach Nutter thought this would be the best place for a guy of my expertise. In my first race ever I made it through the first lap and was a long way from first place and an even longer way from the finish line when I noticed a barn on the backstretch. I thought it would be much easier for me to skip the second lap, settle in behind the barn, wait a little while and then walk over to the finish line. I did just that. It couldn’t have been more than sixty seconds later when I heard the jingling of keys and a voice calling my name. It was Mr. Nutter. He was holding up his pants with one hand and swinging his belt with the other. “Rhoades, if I find you behind that barn, you’ve had it.” I looked in panic and decided it was time to get back in the race. I hit the track, and he chased me all the way to the finish line. I’m sure that my first lap ranked as one of the slowest in track history, but my second one was close to a world record. When I finished all he said was, “Don’t you ever quite on me again.” I never did! For me the tripping threats came from burning lungs and coming in last, for Mary Decker Slaney it was an intruder.

Tripping threats are nothing new. As a matter of fact, hundreds of years ago there was a follower of Christ who understood the problem of outside forces that cause our footsteps to falter. Paul, the apostle, wrote to his friends in a church in Galatia the following words, “You were running a good race. Who cut on you and kept you from obeying the truth?”

What about you? When was the last time someone (or something) cut in on you, knocking you out of the race? Was it a divorce? Abuse? A layoff? A good deal gone bad? Or something else? The list is endless. And the hurt seems just as infinite.

It’s time you learned what Mary Decker Slaney and I both learned. “You were called to be free.” To run again. To get back in the race.

The first step to having the wind rush through your hair again is found in a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Now He’s not going to chase you with a belt screaming your name, but He is waiting with an outstretched hand to pull you to your feet, brush away the tears and put you back on the track.

Have you been knocked off your feet? Get back in the race and run to the finish?

“SUCCESS LEAVES CLUES”

NEHEMIAH 2:4 Then the King said to me, "What is it you want?"

It is said that every time there is a crime, the perpetrator leaves at least five distinctive clues. In the television show, “The Profiler” the main actors would state that, every crime has a profile, and when repeated, it becomes much clearer what the pattern will be. What is true of a criminal’s dark side, is also true of the man of God.

“Success leaves clues!”

For Jay Johnstone it was 100 whacks at a baseball in the Las Angeles locker room runway before he pinch hit a home run to defeat the Philadelphia Phillies in the National League Championship series.

For the honor student, it is long nights at a calculator, computer or under a reading lamp, burning the midnight oil.

For the musician it is repetition, repetition, repetition of the same notes and making the same finger movements when no one was looking.

For the singer, it is scales and voice exercises, accompanied by lesson after lesson of learning the proper place to breath and just what those little pound signs stand for.

Success leaves clues!

Over time I have witnessed what makes great leaders. You can trace their success back to some basic principles.

Nehemiah left clues to his success:

CLUE NUMBER ONE: HE PAUSED

What happened after Nehemiah prayed to the Lord? NOTHING!!!!!

At least not right away. Nehemiah’s story opened in the month of Chislev and it resumes in the month of Nisan. Chislev is December; Nisan is April. For four months nothing happened.

ISAIAH 40:29-31: THE SUCCESS OF THOSE WHO WAIT WILL BE EVIDENT, THEY WILL HAVE A:

RENEWED STRENGTH...REINSTATED VISION... AND RESTORED STAMINA

Have you ever had this happen to you? You pray and nothing happens. You may go a day, a week, a month. Nothing happens.

This happened to this great man of God.

In his diary, no answers or results were entered. What was he doing all this time?

Holding it all in his heart.

God was giving him a plan.

THE SECOND CLUE TO NEHEMIAH’S SUCCESS IS:

POWER

He experienced the replacement of his weaknesses and personal inadequacies with the Holy Spirit’s enabling. Nehemiah knew his limitations.

Author and Pastor Jack Hayford describes the scene this way: “The Israelites were frustrated by their inability to fully restore their capitol city. They represent believers who seem unable to regain control of lifes issues mangled in their pasts. Like those in ancient Judea, and often with us: recovery was so long in coming, the conviction grows that it is never going to happen. But then something happens."

No not something. SOMEONE! Through Nehemiah, the Holy Spirit goes to work in human experience.

This once embarrassing and disgraceful town, (rebuilt but not fully restored,) becomes a testimony to God’s might.

The first clue of success is a PAUSE
The second clue of success is POWER

AND THE FINAL CLUE WE FIND THAT MADE NEHEMIAH SUCCESSFUL IS

PERSEVERANCE

The prayer warrior quickly learned the patience of waiting. He was daily being filled up, but the time wasn’t right.

Nehemiah never displayed a gloomy glare. He stayed the same. He never tipped his hand that he had a burden.

Do you have dreams stored up in your soul, that if you revealed them, people would stare back wide eyed and worried?

He was waiting until the plan was complete and the timing was right.

He persevered every day at work, and he never tipped his hand.

FROM THIS POINT ON HE MEETS WITH SUCCESS.

BECAUSE HE PAUSED FOR POWER AND PERSEVERED.

WHEN YOUR JOURNEY IS OVER, WHAT CLUES ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE BEHIND????

"MUSCLES"

“MUSCLES”

James 1:3 “The trying of your faith develops perseverance.”

Racks of iron in a sweaty gym, old plastic weights in the corner of a basement, and high tech machines at the local fitness club, all means to amassing muscles. But bulky biceps, titanic triceps and colossal calf’s aren’t born overnight. There is just no way to quickly form a favorable physique. Even one-named heroes like, “Arnold, Stallone, Tarzan, and Shaq” had to do their fair share of pumping iron before they displayed their sculptured structures.

Now that doesn’t mean we might not try to skirt the rule of hard work. For instance. . . . .Several years ago my only son, a first grader at the time, was taking his Saturday bath (not that he didn’t take baths at other times during the week). After he was finished, my wife, Susan, went in to drain the tub and noticed that all of the shampoo was gone. That was strange, because it was a brand new bottle. She really didn’t think too much about it and went on with her night.

After Brandon was in his pajamas, he came into the family room acting rather strange. He kept staring at his biceps and giggling. So we giggled, too. Sometimes just watching a six-year-old acting weird can make you laugh. I finally said, “Son, what’s so funny?” He just kept laughing. So we kept laughing. Finally he said: “Do my muscles look any bigger?” I said, “Well, they look a little bigger (although in reality they were still the lanky arms of a first grader).” He laughed again. “What’s so funny?” I said. He said, “Come here.” And then he led me to the bathroom, picked up the empty bottle of shampoo, and shared some insight into why he was acting so strange. “Dad, I took this whole bottle of shampoo and put it all over my body. I am feeling a lot bigger. Can you tell? See it says right here: ‘BODY BUILDING FORMULA!’”

What a hoot! I thought I was going to slip a disk I laughed so hard. Susan lost it, too. He even laughed. When we gained our senses, we explained the entire process of hair care to him, and then politely asked him to refrain from trying to become Arnold Schwarzenegger overnight at our expense. As far as we know, he laid off the shampoo regime, and since then every muscle is “el natural!”

There is no easy way to be strong and consistent. It is as testing is endured that our relationship with Christ is more durable. James says, “The testing of your faith produces “perseverance.” The word he uses for “perseverance” can best be translated “toughness.”

R. Kent Hughes in his study on James states: “Here is how this works: we develop toughness or fortitude by repeatedly being tested and ‘prevailing.’ The more tests we pass, the tougher we become. The endurance and fortitude of the Apostle Paul, Billy Graham or Corrie ten Boom did not come overnight, and it was not developed apart from trials. Paul, in Romans 5:3, confirms this truth: ‘But we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance.’

Nature teaches us this principle. Free a butterfly from its chrysalis, and thus from the struggle of liberating itself, and you destroy its life, for it will never develop the strength to soar as it should. When fortitude is lacking in one of his children, God has a time-tested remedy---‘the testing of your faith.’ With this in mind James’ irrational call to ‘consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds’ ----becomes brilliant.”

Are you being tested lately? Consider it an opportunity to become tougher. Toughness only comes over time. You can’t squeeze this element of perseverance out of some plastic bottle during a Saturday night bath. That kind of strength is only found in the fairy tales of first graders.

"PUMP LIKE CRAZY"

"PUMP LIKE CRAZY"

Psalm 126:5-6 “Those who put in seed with weeping will get in the grain with cries of joy. They weep as they go to plant their seed, but they sing as they return with the harvest.”

In 1932 a man was walking across the desert, stumbling, almost dying of thirst, when he saw a well. As he approached the well, he found a note in a can close by. The note read: “Dear friend, there is enough water in this well, enough for all, but sometimes the leather washer gets dried up and you have to prime the pump. Now if you look under the rock just west of the well, you will find a bottle of water, corked. Please don’t drink the water. What you’ve got to do is take the bottle of water and pour the first half very slowly into the well to loosen up the leather washer. Then pour the rest in very fast and pump like crazy! You will get water. The well has never run dry. Have faith. And when you’re done, don’t forget to put the note back, fill up the bottle and put it back under the rock. Good luck, have a fun trip. Sincerely; your friend, Desert Pete.”

What would you do? Your on the verge of expiring from lack of water, and in reality, the bottle of water is only enough to quench your thirst, not save your life. Would you have the courage to risk it all?

This story is a powerful allegory about some of the essential ingredients in the Christian faith. First there is evidence----there is a written message, the can with the letter in it and the bottle underneath the rock. Everything is in order, but there is no proof that you can trust desert Pete. The second element is risk. Here is a man dying of thirst asked to pour the only water he is sure of down the well. Faith is always costly. The third element is work. Some people have mistakenly interpreted faith as a substitute for work. Faith is not laziness. Desert Pete reminds us that after we trust and risk, we must pump like crazy.

In Burkina Faso, West Africa you will find the literal fulfillment of Psalm 126:5-6. You see, the people of this poor country can only sew when the rainy season comes. After they reap the harvest of the current season they take one small bag of seed and hide it in the family hut. As the year progresses the supply of food slowly dwindles. The children become hungry and their bellies begin to swell. The mothers and fathers cut back on the amount of food every family member is allowed to eat and all begin to slowly starve.

It is then, that one of the children, while curiously playing in the hut discovers the little sack of hidden grain and comes running to his father and with excitement holds out the sack before his father and says, “Oh Papa, here is grain, we can have a great feast.” The father, through tears looks down at his own starving child and begins to tell him that this grain is reserved for next years Harvest. He explains that if the weather cooperates and the soil is good they will plant this seed and have food for next year.

When the planting season is right the father takes his little child upon his back, walks through the field and plants the seed. As he places the seed along the ground, pushes it down with his thumb then covers it with dry dirt, tears begin to flow from his eyes. He knows that what he is planting by faith could feed his child now, but if it grows it will feed the entire family for another year.

We all sow in tears…we all wonder if there will be any fruit…we all wait for the day of rejoicing. Keep pumping like crazy and planting seed, Reaping season is right around the corner!

"THE MAN IN THE TRENCH COAT"

“THE MAN IN THE TRENCH COAT”

I Corinthians 13:13: “But the greatest of these is love!”

Have you ever seen a man in a trench coat with six legs? A nurse at a VA hospital did.

It all started as a young man. He was a carpenter at heart, but a laborer by trade. His job? Grinding brake linings in an auto parts manufacturing plant. Not exactly his passion, but it brought in the bread and fed the babies. While his hands were grinding asbestos lined parts, his mind was envisioning finely crafted cabinets of cherry, oak, ash and maple. He was a hardwood connoisseur. Pine was for construction; hardwoods were for custom cabinets, his passion.

Years later he lived his dream: he built kitchens. Not just any kitchens, custom kitchens. Why, one kitchen was so nice a photo of it made it into a national magazine. He was good! Real good. Don’t check the archives, you won’t find him there. He wasn’t famous, just a man with a knack for wood and a fondness for fine furnishings.

For years he was just like you and me. Got up early, read the paper and his Bible. Dressed in those blue work pants and shirt that he bought at Sears, then filled his thermos full of black coffee and out the door he went. Until one day he got the flu. Nothing unusual, we all get the flu. He coughed, sometimes heavy and hurtful. But it was just the flu.

He kept working. That’s what people from his generation did. Sickness on a grand scale was never in his thinking. He tried hot tea, hot soup, expectorants and all the normal things that we fellow sufferers have downed in our times of influenza. One day it had gone on long enough. Time to see a doctor; this cold just wasn’t taking flight. “Breath in, breath out,” the doctor said. “Your lungs are a little congested. We’ll take an X-ray.” Within days a cough became cancer--asbestosis. Asbestos from grinding brake linings had found it’s way to his lungs, and now he had a fatal disease.

Not much changed for a while. The cough hung on and became gradually worse, yet many a kitchen was still touched by the hands of this master carpenter. Sadly, there was no cure. Eventually, this dread disease would slowly but surely take his life. The concluding scene was on the third floor of the Veteran’s Hospital. A ward, not a room.

It was in the final days that the man in the trench coat stopped to see the finest craftsman he had ever known. The clerk at the desk stopped him and said: “Where are you going?” “To the third floor to visit,” came the response. “No children!” came the curt reply. The visitor smiled, leaned over and whispered, “It’s their grandpa. He’s real sick. I mean real sick (he didn’t want to use the die word). What do ya’ think? Can we get ‘em in?”

“If you can get them there without anyone seeing them, have at it,” the clerk responded.

Their daddy looked down at the two pre-schoolers and said: “You guys each grab a leg. Every time I step, you step.” He then wrapped the coat around them and headed for the elevator. A man in a trench coat with six legs. They boarded what they hoped would be an express to the third floor. The little ones were giggling and fidgeting and making far too much noise, but they were all alone. It was O.K.. To the dismay of the father, at the second floor the elevator stopped, the door opened slowly, and in came the meanest looking nurse in all of nursedom. She looked at the twenty-something man (whose heart began to pound like a low-rider), gazed down at his legs and said, “Never seen a man with six legs before. Must be real hard keeping them all going in the same direction.” Then she smiled. “Where you going, sir?” She asked. “Third floor,” the nervous father responded. “That’s where I’m going,” came her response. Just then a girlish giggle came from under the coat. The nurse just smiled and asked, “Who you going to see?” “Ah, Ed, ah, Ed Lobley,” the father chortled. “I’ll take you right to him,” the now-not-so-mean looking nurse replied.

Off they went, past nurse’s stations and custodians, who were all snickering at the young father with six legs. Into the ward they shuffled. The over coat was opened and out popped a blond boy and a brunette girl. “Hi Grandpa!” They giggled.

“How did you guys get in here?” He asked through gasps for air. “Children aren’t allowed on this floor.” They told him the whole story, and then said something that made his thin face flinch to hold back tears. “We snuck up under Dad’s coat because we love you, and we wanted to see you!”

A few days later, my father-in-law, one of the finest finish men the carpenter’s world has ever known succumbed to cancer. That six-legged journey was the last time my children got to be tickled and teased by Grandpa. All because they loved him.

What journey do you need to make to show your love? It might just be a trip down the hall to a child’s bedroom to kiss a sleeping cheek. Or maybe a stroll to the lady loading the dishwasher to share a hug and a thank you. It might cost you a plane ticket, a bus ticket, three hours in a car, or it may only necessitate a little sneak to the third floor.

By the way, if you see a man in a trench coat with six legs, don’t be concerned. It’s just some dad with his kid’s going to the third floor to visit Grandpa!