I WANT MY PACIFIER! 

    The other day when contemplating our current sad political situation, I thought of something that had happened in church some time ago. Sitting on the other end of our pew was a young family. Mother, father, and small child. This child was slurping on a pacifier. The mother had sent the husband out with a bottle of some substance, probably to warm it up or do to it whatever this liquid required. 

  Shortly after the father exited the pew the baby spit the pacifier from his mouth. It dropped to the floor, took a couple bounces and a little roll, which put it out of reach of the mother. 

   The child immediately went into a screaming fit. And it wouldn’t quit. If it had been able to speak it would have been screaming, “I want my pacifier.” 

  The child was not to be consoled. He obviously wanted that pacifier back. The screaming was disruptive to say the least. The baby didn’t seem to care. His only concern was about what he wanted. He didn’t care about the embarrassment he was bringing to his mother, to the rest of the congregation, and to the preacher. 

  Obviously, what he wanted was his only concern. Nothing else was of any consequence. He didn’t care, nor of course was he mature enough to realize that the opinion of other parents toward his mother was sinking lower by the second. Nothing mattered except what he wanted, completely ignoring the unreasonableness of his demands. 

  I hear you saying, but he was just a small child. An adult would never act that way.

  

  REALLY? 

  

  Anyway, like I said, that just came to mind. For some reason.