Today I would like to just sit down at “The Pastor’s Table” with a cup of hot tea or coffee with you and share something with you. A couple days ago I had the pleasure of taking my wife grocery shopping. In the day we now live I find it important to take her and to protect her from some evildoer that might seek to take advantage of her. This is a big part of my role and responsibility as her husband. It is a role I take very seriously and with much pride. I have the same role and responsibility over our son. This is intensified when you factor in that he is one of God’s special children.
As my wife shopped, our son and I sat in the vehicle waiting for her to return. When i backed in I noticed that the vehicle in the next parking space next to the passenger’s side of our vehicle was parked almost right on the line between the two spots. I just centered up in my spot (maybe getting a little closer to the line than I would normally have gotten). After sitting there for a few minutes music began to come screaming loudly from this vehicle. Music that I personally cannot stand. No it was not rap or rock and roll. Inside this vehicle were at least three teenagers about thirteen or so and maybe they were younger. They acted about three years old if you ask me.
They made one fatal mistake. The one sitting by the window on our side began to mock our son as he jumped and squirmed and gyrated like a complete idiot. Now, to say I was angry would be the understatement of the ages. I could feel myself beginning to boil. I was so angry that I had visions in my mind of putting my hand through the window of their vehicle and pulling the “intellectual midget” out of the vehicle and beating him senseless. Then it dawned on me that this was not a proper Christian; let alone, a proper pastoral approach. So, I asked God for forgiveness and I started a staring contest with the little, future felon of America. I even pulled out of the parking spot at a crawl staring a hole in the little dirt bag as we slow rolled toward home.
Then something dawned on me. Look at Proverbs 15:1, “A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.” Now, this poor child could not have heard a “soft answer” due to the volume of the sickening music he was trying to share with the entire state of Indiana. Yet, I received the message that the LORD was speaking to me. My response was totally wrong. “But; LORD, he mocked my son!” I thought to myself and Him. There I drove and was deeply convicted and still deeply angry. Yes, I finally settled down and asked for forgiveness. The great part is that I received forgiveness. Now look at the next verse He shared with me in Proverbs 15:23, “A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word spoken in due season, how good is it!” Ah, yes. Conviction is a wonderful thing. Don’t sit there on your own throne of judgement and look down your boney nose at me; because, you know if it were you that you would have responded nearly like that.
So, how are you doing?