A Day In A Life
As I start writing this entry, I realize that I have been posting for a year. August 31, 2005 marks my first entry on this page. Well, since this is not a leap year, I am still officially one day short but what is 24 hours between true friends. I would love to be able to say that I have had a revelation over that period of time but that would be misleading. What I have experienced is the visualization into words my reaction to the events in the world around me. It has helped me to cement my view of how things are and also to grow as a Christian. When you see the way people treat each other, you realize that there is so much more to do.
We celebrated my son’s 11 birthday earlier this month and had the grandparents over for cake and ice cream. We were talking about high school reunions and how much my mother and mother-in-law enjoyed seeing their school mates. They were very enthusiastic about seeing people they hadn’t seen in years and said that they had changed significantly since graduation. All the people that were preps, or jocks, or partiers had all mellowed with age and made an effort to be genuinely friendly. I explained that I did not care if I ever saw anyone from high school again. I did not enjoy the experience and had few pleasant memories of those four years. I went on about how the school bully and his sycophantic friends used to torment me by throwing food in the cafeteria, dumping my books and just harassing me. That bully had been injured on an oil rig after graduation and was now a quadriplegic and I gleefully exclaimed that he got what he deserved. As those words came out of my mouth, I realized that I hated someone who had not thought about me in years and that I had a problem, not the other way around. That was my revelation about Christ and forgiveness.
I had heard that the bully had passed away so I will never be able to ask for his forgiveness for harboring those thoughts. I have since forgiven him in my prayers and asked for God’s forgiveness for feeling that way toward someone for so long. I can feel the weight of that emotion lifted from me and although I have not changed my mind about high school, I feel more positive about seeing my class mates. Whether I attend another high school reunion remains to be seen. I guess maybe I should have titled this a year in a life. So much has changed but so little is different.
Icool
Cobb
We celebrated my son’s 11 birthday earlier this month and had the grandparents over for cake and ice cream. We were talking about high school reunions and how much my mother and mother-in-law enjoyed seeing their school mates. They were very enthusiastic about seeing people they hadn’t seen in years and said that they had changed significantly since graduation. All the people that were preps, or jocks, or partiers had all mellowed with age and made an effort to be genuinely friendly. I explained that I did not care if I ever saw anyone from high school again. I did not enjoy the experience and had few pleasant memories of those four years. I went on about how the school bully and his sycophantic friends used to torment me by throwing food in the cafeteria, dumping my books and just harassing me. That bully had been injured on an oil rig after graduation and was now a quadriplegic and I gleefully exclaimed that he got what he deserved. As those words came out of my mouth, I realized that I hated someone who had not thought about me in years and that I had a problem, not the other way around. That was my revelation about Christ and forgiveness.
I had heard that the bully had passed away so I will never be able to ask for his forgiveness for harboring those thoughts. I have since forgiven him in my prayers and asked for God’s forgiveness for feeling that way toward someone for so long. I can feel the weight of that emotion lifted from me and although I have not changed my mind about high school, I feel more positive about seeing my class mates. Whether I attend another high school reunion remains to be seen. I guess maybe I should have titled this a year in a life. So much has changed but so little is different.
Icool
Cobb
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