Your dominion: established in God

My brother, as a rambunctious eight-year-old, once had an overnight guest who was not only timid but easily impressed. At bedtime, not long after the lights were out, my mother heard screams of terror and rushed into my brother's room to find her young guest crying uncontrollably. "Stephen told me there's a wolf under the bed," he sobbed. My mother reprimanded Steve and assured Jimmy there was no wolf for miles around, let alone under the bed, but moments after she left the room, the crying started all over again. When she returned my brother was quick to defend himself.

"I didn't do anything, Mom, honest," he insisted. "All I said was, 'I don't think there's a wolf under the bed."

In next week's SENTINEL
May 13, 1996

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