It is fun to watch my 2-year old boy eat. Anything with frosting or sauce is immediately spread all over his face, shirt, pants, and anything within arms reach. When we visit restaurants, I often want to put down a tarp to catch his crumbs and splashes. Imagine if my boy, covered in food, were to turn to me and complain that I had a speck of food in my beard. It would be funny, largely because a child did it. The same messiness in an adult, with the same acknowledgement of food in my beard, would be funny for a different reason. In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus taught his followers this basic...
