When I was a kid, there was a general rule in the house for when my brother and I were misbehaving, like putting our feet on the coffee table or leaving clothes on the ground, and that rule was: would you do that in front of your grandma?
The answer, of course, was no. This was my mom’s subtle way of telling us to stop the action or fix the behavior.
….Whether we are telling quirky stories about why our grandparents fell in love or we are acting in a certain manner to revere a beloved matriarch, humans tend to respect the rules, lives, and hearts of their forebearers. But do we put the same amount of reference into our relationship with God?
