Four years ago, I rode in the backseat of a van through the Mongolian countryside. Gany and I had joined an American mission team to visit the Genghis Khan Equestrian Statue. Gany brought up a topic her church had recently discussed.
In Shrek, the Gingerbread Man’s legs are ripped off and crumbled into cookie dust, yet he spits in Lord Farquaad’s face and yells, “Eat me!” when asked the location of his friends. It isn’t until Farquaad reaches for his purple candy buttons that the Gingerbread Man caves, saying, “No, not the buttons! Not my gumdrop buttons….I’ll tell you.”
Gany said, “Before we say we will follow God, we have to give him even our gumdrop buttons, the things we value the most.” Continue reading