Trouble

I often got into trouble in college.  Are you surprised?  One semester I lived in an old house dorm called Whitfield Hall named after the great evangelist by that name.  I was a sophomore and there were two upperclassmen who led me in the wrong way.  Don’t get me wrong, I could get into trouble all by myself.  But those two multiplied my trouble exponentially.  One Saturday night the subject of pizza came up.  I said, “I sure would like a pizza from Mr. T’s.”  Then Rudy said, “If you go get it, I’ll pay for it.”  Then Denny piped up, “If you go get it, I’ll let you drive my car.”  So I did.  I thought, “Those two are great friends.  One is paying for the pizza and the other one is letting me use his car.  Great friends!”  But then I got pulled over by the campus policeman.  It was after curfew.  THEY didn’t get into trouble; I got into trouble.  It was then that I realized that I was the chump, and Rudy and Denny were the users.  When I went to the demerit council, I was alone.  Rudy and Denny weren’t there with me because they were smarter than I was.  I was the sucker.  Solomon said in Proverbs 1:10, “My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.”  Algebra and Literature weren’t the only things that I learned in college.  I also learned what not to do and who not to listen to.  Actually, I’m still learning both of them. How about you?