|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.