“I’m sorry! It won’t ever happen again.” How many times have you heard this line from a student in your classroom? The typical student is pretty good with the “I’m sorry!” but they tend to fall short on the “It won’t ever happen again.”
I love my church family! Since I’ve rarely had family close by, my church family has always been very important. Every Sunday, I look forward to talking with the parents of my son’s grade-school classmate after church. I smile at the joy-filled sounds of the three-year-old twin girls who sit behind me in church, especially when they just can’t wait to show me their new sparkly fashion accessories.
You may remember a time when the Church used the term Holy Ghost for the Third Person of the Trinity. I admit I was very confused about the Holy Ghost as a kid. This confusion was best demonstrated for me at my cousin Jim’s Baptism. John, his older brother, was about three or four at the time and went up with his family for the Baptism. As the pastor baptized Jim in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, John’s eyes popped open wide in terror as he loudly repeated, “Ghost?”
“That I may be His own . . .” What a reassurance those words are to me. They bring to mind the way I felt when I was away at college or my first job and would finally get to come home. I loved college and being out on my own, but there was nothing as warm and wonderful as coming to the place where I belonged, to my family. Being all on my own could be pretty scary and lonely at times
How much are you worth? I suppose it might depend on whom you ask. You’re worth a whole lot to your spouse, your kids, your parents, and your students. To the stranger on the street, maybe not so much, right? To someone who doesn’t like you, probably even less.
Lost and condemned? Really? I may have messed up a few things in my life, but I’m not that bad, am I? Really? Heavy sigh. I don’t like to think about who I really am, deep down at my core, deep down in my original sin. I don’t want to be lost or condemned. That feels awful, but it’s true. I am fully aware that without my Savior, Jesus, I would be lost and condemned for eternity.
Jesus is true God, begotten of the Father from eternity, and true man, born of the Virgin Mary. And even more, He’s my Lord! Wow! Even though I’ve known this as long as I can remember, sometimes it still blows me away. Other times, it makes complete sense and I rest in the perfection of it. All the time, I find it so wonderfully reassuring to have a Savior who knows me not only because He redeemed me but also because He has walked the human path.
What would you say about a mother who completely ignored her newborn child? How about a parent who regularly sent an elementary-aged child to school without lunch and without a coat in subzero weather? What about a father who verbally berates his son for poor performance on a test or at an athletic event? As teachers, you would probably report these parents to child protective services.
Way back in 1984, a young and up-and-coming Christian music artist released a song about the invisible protection of God’s mighty angels. Amy Grant would go on to win the Grammy Award for Best Gospel Vocal Performance for her rendition of “Angels.” For the next few years, you couldn’t turn on Christian radio station without hearing “Angels,” recounting the work of God’s messengers protecting the faithful.
The small town of Petersburg, Kentucky, is home to a very unique museum. Under the theme “Prepare to Believe,” the Creation Museum dedicates itself to proving the truth of the biblical creation narrative. After visiting this museum with my family, I came away feeling strengthened in my conviction that God created the world in six twenty-four-hour days.