When God Lies

I'm a guy who likes to shop. This tends to nauseate most men, but I view shopping as a challenge and a game. Much to my wife's displeasure you'll often find me sitting down in the middle of an isle comparing the price per ounce or price per 100. Saving money isn't just wise, it's fun! Unless, of course, you don't read the fine print carefully. The best is when you stumble onto that "buy one, get one free" deal only to realize at checkout that the items you had chosen didn't quite meet the requirements of the sale. In the moment though, this is rarely the conclusion we come to. It's more common to hear people railing against the cashier for misleading them. In the moment, we're more prone to say, "You lied to me!" I can't tell you how many parents I've heard say this to God. And you already know what passage I'm referring to: "Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old, he won't depart from