Seeing God in Nature. Quiet Spirit |
After we reach a certain age, we remember events and
stories from our pasts. One that came back to me recently was from something
that happened when I was in grade school. I choose to share this with you, at
this time.
A couple of times each school year, we had a skating
party. I believe I was in the sixth grade when this particular event happened.
It was the afternoon of a skating party. I came home from
school and started looking for my ticket. The principal’s office at school sold
them and we couldn’t get in if we didn’t have one. When I couldn’t find it, I
realized I had left it in my desk at school, I panicked. My dad worked nights
and already was at work. My mother wouldn’t get home from her job for another hour
or so. I took it upon myself to call the principal at his home and tell him
what had happened. He told me to go ahead and attend the skating party.
When my mother dropped me off at the skating rink, I
entered the building and saw the principal waiting for me as he stood in a sea
of elementary school children. He put his hand on my shoulder and told the
person taking tickets to let me in. He then told me to bring my ticket to his
office the next morning, which I did.
He believed me. He chose to not say anything to me about
my being careless. He responded in
kindness. I found out later that he was a Christian.
After I graduated from the sixth grade, I did not see him
until I was in high school and became more regular in church attendance. He and
his wife were members of that church.
When our son was in high school some twenty years later,
the church we attended planned to see a showing of a Billy Graham movie at a
local theater. Also, at that particular event was a group from the church of my
youth and in attendance that night was that school principal who showed me God.
My only regret is that I didn’t tell this gentleman how
much I appreciated his kindness toward me, one of numerous children under his
care and guidance over the years of his career.
Isn't it wonderful when the Holy Spirit brings such stories to our remembrance? Thank you for sharing. Maybe this principal is still alive? You could send him a thank you note...
ReplyDeleteThank you , Marja for your kind thought. I rejoice that the principal is with Jesus. I'm a bit sorry that I couldn't thank him when I saw him at that movie. Peace and blessings to you.
DeleteI know we all have things we wish we'd said or done and now it is too late, but I can't help but believe that your Principal realized how much you appreciated his kindness. He saw in your life how you matured into a Christian woman and mother, and that was the most important thing of all. Maybe you'll still get to thank him someday in heaven!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pam. Your words uplift me. Peace and blessings to you and yours.
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