Yes, as my
previous post reveals, I did not expect to post again so soon. But my busy plans were interrupted by a
knee injury. So about all I could
do yesterday, and that with the help of a friend, is go to WalMart, get
crutches, and rest my knee. And I
won’t be doing much more than that today.
(I think something is strained, not torn. I will rest it for what was going to be a busy weekend and
see.)
This is the
first time I’ve used crutches since 8th grade, and it brings back to
mind an episode back then.
My heroic
B-team soccer career had just been ended when a teammate, during practice, took
out my ankle while going for the ball.
Yes, he was a bit over-enthusiastic. It was a bad sprain, so I was to stay off it. Hence the crutches.
Back then, my distance running had not yet gained respect as it would that Spring, and I was a
frequent target for teasing. One
day right before a class period, a boy took my crutches and ran around with
them. While I was athletically hopping
around on one foot trying to retrieve them, one of the sterner teachers
appeared. She was not happy. It was clear the boy was in trouble.
Now, in 7th
grade, I would have greatly anticipated the justice to come. I had been picked on for most of my
childhood, and I relished those rare times when my tormenters got what was
coming to them. But in the middle
of 8th grade, God had been working on me. Later on that year, on Maundy Thursday, also my 14th
birthday, I made my first profession of faith at Casa Linda Presbyterian
Church.
So something
came over me and, without really thinking about it, I intervened and told the
teacher that we were just joking around.
It was not some difficult decision; it was instinct, and instinct I
surely would not have had a year or more before.
I do not know
if the teacher believed me. She
did not look very convinced and surely had noticed I was a target of teasing at
other times. But she chose to go
with my word and let it drop on the spot.
The boy
thanked me profusely as he returned my crutches. He knew very well I had spared him.
My point is
telling this is not to make you think, “What a good boy Mark was.” I have my regrets from 8th
grade, too. The time I did not
take up for a friend – a friend who was a good friend to me after my mom died –
still bothers me. Jamie Devlin, if
you are out there, I am sorry.
My point is
that there are times to forgive when the recipient of forgiveness has done
nothing to merit it – no apology, no repentance, nothing. Is forgiveness a Christian obligation
at such times? No, and I oppose
such teaching that Christians should always forgive no matter what. I do not think that is what the Bible
teaches, and I do not at all like putting false guilt on victims.
But God chose
to forgive me long before I had it in my mind to apologize and receive his
forgiveness. And surely a good way
to witness about God and his forgiveness is to model it by doing likewise. Not to mention being like the Father
can and should be a pleasure to a child of the Father.
And I have to
admit, even the 8th grade Mark got more pleasure out of giving
forgiveness than he would have out of receiving justice. He did not think it through; it was a
spur of the moment decision. But
it was one of the best decisions he made.