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Psalm 32:1-7
Hear, my child, your father’s instruction, and do not reject your mother’s teaching. -Proverbs 1:8 (NRSV)
My parents had gone shopping. As I stood alone in Mom and Dad’s bedroom and my grandmother was napping in another part of the house, I noticed a box of matches on my Dad’s bedside table. As I picked up the box, I could hear in my mind my father’s voice saying as he had many times, “Don’t play with matches!” Behind the table were lovely white curtains. What would happen if I struck a match and touched the curtain quickly? A small hole appeared in the curtain. I was horrified and quickly tucked the curtain behind the table. Maybe they would never see it.
That night as I got in bed and pulled the covers over me, my stomach began to hurt. It got worse, and I wept. My father came to me and asked, “Son, what is the matter?”
I said, “I have a bad stomachache.”
My father sat quietly by my side, “Where does it hurt?”
He put his strong hand on my chest and asked, “Does it feel like a burned curtain?” Then he said, “Son, I think you have learned your lesson. I love you. Now get some sleep.”
My stomachache immediately stopped. My conscience was clean. I never forgot my father’s quiet wisdom. Through the years as I have grown in my faith, I have come to understand that God’s love and forgiveness clear the conscience.
Hear, my child, your father’s instruction, and do not reject your mother’s teaching. -Proverbs 1:8 (NRSV)
My parents had gone shopping. As I stood alone in Mom and Dad’s bedroom and my grandmother was napping in another part of the house, I noticed a box of matches on my Dad’s bedside table. As I picked up the box, I could hear in my mind my father’s voice saying as he had many times, “Don’t play with matches!” Behind the table were lovely white curtains. What would happen if I struck a match and touched the curtain quickly? A small hole appeared in the curtain. I was horrified and quickly tucked the curtain behind the table. Maybe they would never see it.
That night as I got in bed and pulled the covers over me, my stomach began to hurt. It got worse, and I wept. My father came to me and asked, “Son, what is the matter?”
I said, “I have a bad stomachache.”
My father sat quietly by my side, “Where does it hurt?”
He put his strong hand on my chest and asked, “Does it feel like a burned curtain?” Then he said, “Son, I think you have learned your lesson. I love you. Now get some sleep.”
My stomachache immediately stopped. My conscience was clean. I never forgot my father’s quiet wisdom. Through the years as I have grown in my faith, I have come to understand that God’s love and forgiveness clear the conscience.
Woody
A. Adams (North Carolina, USA)