There have been a few moments in my life when I have had the need to apologize to someone for something. It began at a very early age. I was carefully taught that this is something I had to do in order to continue my life. In other words, my mother made me.
I am so glad she did. We have all known people who have a hard time with words of backing-up and turning around, and they are not always pleasant to spend quality time with, are they? I want to believe that I am sensitive to other people and always willing to throw my mouth into reverse, and yet the truth is that I have been humiliated and shamed by people coming to me privately and telling me that they forgave ME for something that I had done to hurt them. The horrible thing was that I honestly had no idea that I had wounded them. Sometimes I didn’t even remember the incident to which they were referring. [Read more…]
“The LORD said to Moses, . . . ‘This is a day you are to commemorate’” (Exodus 12:1, 14).
Instructions are very helpful. They can be very important—even vital. When you are making something, you need to know what is involved. The appropriate ingredients, the correct steps to take, the right order in which to take those steps . . . [Read more…]
I remember a dinner when Steve and I were out with a group of friends at a nice restaurant, just having a good time and our waiter came up to our table practically quivering with excitement. He said, “Do you know who just drove up?” Our answer was, “No . . .” and he could hardly contain himself—“Bon Jovi!” And I said, “Oh?” It didn’t really mean much to me at that time, but some of the people at our table were appropriately impressed, and we talked about it a little, like, “why here?” and Hmmmmm. Well, then they walked in. I knew we were in the presence of greatness just by the way they walked. It was obvious that they were VERY important. They strutted. They pranced. They flipped their hair with each stride. Their demeanor practically screamed “Look at me!” So we did. And so did everyone else in that restaurant. [Read more…]
When I was a child, I was passionate about justice. I sought it continually. As a child, what did I even know about justice? By observation. And how did my passion for seeking justice display itself? “It’s not fair!!!” My form of justice really meant that all I was concerned about was myself. Me, myself, and I. And how the rest of the world treated me.
Let’s take an informal poll right now . . . [Read more…]