Marcus said as he and M.J. stepped from the family Escalade. “You’re responding to all this like a pro, a real champ.” “Like I keep reminding you, Dad,” M.J. replied, “I’m a few months away from hitting the big one-eight. I know how to handle myself.” He was getting pretty tired of reminding the old man of this. Marcus frowned as he stepped alongside his son. “Life is about more than ‘handling’ yourself. As heirs with Christ, it’s about knowing when to handle ourselves and when to let God handle things.” “Oh.” M.J. tipped his head back, winking at his father. “Like you let God handle things with that crooked cop, huh?” “I reacted in the flesh, and I was wrong,” Marcus replied, grimacing as the words escaped through his tightly set mouth. “So that’s a case where you can learn what not to do from my example. By threatening Whitlock, I only inflamed the situation.
