a field, reminding him to till straight lines. “Select an object on the far side of the field, and plow straight at it.” Later when the father checked on the boy’s progress, there wasn’t a straight furrow to be found. Every row was uneven and wavy. “I thought I told you to select an object and plow toward it,” the dad said. “I did,” the boy answered, “but the rabbit kept hopping.” A straight line, like a good life, requires an unmoving target. Set your sights on the unchanging principles of God. Let