Tuesday Re-mix –
“The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ Luke 15:21
“A stiff apology is a second insult… The injured party does not want to be compensated because he has been wronged; he wants to be healed because he has been hurt.” G.K. Chesterson
I have a pretty tough apology to make this week. I will confess to you that I do not want to have to do it. The more I think about it, the more my sinful mind begins thinking other thoughts…alternative thoughts…thoughts of deflecting the fault to someone else, or even of feigning my own “hurt” from the situation in an attempt to distract from my fault. Do you ever have those kinds of conversations in your head?
My Dad called it “Loser’s Limp”. I was about 10 years old. I was the second-string quarterback of the Bellaire Panthers Pop Warner football team. I was running plays with the second-string offense against our very formidable first-string defense. I called a simple running play in the huddle, came to the line, called for the snap, and proceeded to turn the wrong direction to hand-off the ball. It was a busted play and I got smeared all over the field by our entire defense. I was the last to get up. I was humiliated, and maybe just a little bit injured. Maybe. I did not want to face my coach, so I slowly but emphatically limped off the field, hoping everyone would forget my mistake and just feel sorry for me and my injury (which was growing worse and worse in my mind). I got to the sidelines and met Dad’s gaze. He was giving me the disappointed look (I didn’t …