Over these two weeks, our hope is to overcome Sleigh Track Logic, sorting through all of the things that make sense and determine what makes the most sense. When I was growing up, I became convinced that the Bible was magic. My parents were believers, and therefore, I was by default, but I really didn't concern myself too much with those things. But, whenever I was angry, or wanted advice on something, I opened up that 1400 pg book, always to a random page as a test, and without fail, there was advice that helped. As a child, I just thought that's how God worked. Today, if I wanted to do the same thing, I'd be conscious of where I was opening, knowing that if I crack open the Bible towards the middle, I can probably hit a Psalm that's generic enough to give me guidance. But, as a child, it happened enough to convince me that there was something supernatural about that book. That was my first God moment that led me to desire others.