The Wrong Finger

"Of course I'm a Christian!" Easton told his friend Micah. "I go to church with my mom and dad all the time. Dad's on the church board, and Mom teaches Sunday school." Easton paused, then added, "During the church service last Sunday, they both gave testimonies about how they were saved.""So what?" said Micah. "That doesn't make you a Christian.""Does too!" Easton insisted.A little later, Micah left to go home, and Easton came into the house. "Micah and I were tightening some screws on our bikes, and my hand slipped," Easton told his mom. "My finger got cut!" He held out his hand to show her. "It still hurts.""Well, come on in," said Mom as she inspected Easton's finger. "Let's go fix it."Mom got a small strip bandage from the medicine cabinet. She looked at it thoughtfully as she tore it open. Then she very carefully put it on her own finger. "There," she said. "Does that bandage make you feel better?"Easton stared at his mom. Then he laughed. "Mom! It's my finger that's hurt. I'm the