In the meantime I was giving commands that fell on deaf ears. "Leave Benny alone!" "I see what he's doing!" "Don't touch Benny!" "Get your hands off him!" "Stop being the police!" "I will take care of it!"
Finally the uproar died down enough for Lee to hear me.
"I hate it when you say I'm the police!" he shouted at me.
I tried to explain. "Lee, I see what Benny is doing. It's going to be Benny's job to pick up these dominos. I will see that he does that. You don't have to. You can tell me, 'Mommy! Look what Benny's doing!' But when you police Benny, you steal my job from me. I can't do it anymore! Now Benny needs comfort. You've got to stop yourself from running in and doing my job. Let me do it!"
And with that, I helped Benny pick up the dominos, wondering how many time I'd stolen God's job away from him.
"So what makes you think God won't step in and work justice for his chosen people, who continue to cry out for help? Won't he stick up for them? I assure you, he will. He will not drag his feet. But how much of that kind of persistent faith will the Son of Man find on hearth when he returns?" (Luke 18:7-8 MSG)