posted on Aug, 13 2017 @ 02:14 AM
I have another one!
When I was 4, and I was attending pre-K or nursery school, we were working at something and something messed up and I exclaimed "Jesus!" because i'd
heard adults say that when something went wrong. It wasn't too loud, but a little girl nearby heard me and put up her hand and told the teacher - "HE
SAID JESUS!" in response to which I was duly scolded (for what I really had no idea) and told not to say that again, which was fine by me. However,
the same little girl with an impish grin, asked me to tell her again what I said, but I said I couldn't say it, but she pleaded with me to say it just
once more, so I went ahead and said it (maybe I was being seduced), quietly, "Jesus", immediately upon which she blurted out - "TEACHER TEACHER, HE
SAID IT AGAIN!", upon which the teacher warned me, in no uncertain terms that if I said it one more time, I'd be in big trouble. So that was that. But
lo and behold, doesn't this cunning little vixen not come back to me, now whispering in my ear (maybe this was her way of liking me, who knows with
little kids), "please tell me just once more, don't say it out loud, just whisper it in my ear", and somehow I was taken in, since we were only
talking about a whisper and I wouldn't be saying it out loud, so I leaned in and whispered in her ear ever so quietly, "Jesus".. well
you can guess what happened next.
"Teacher, teacher, he said it AGAIN!" He said JESUS!" (she could blurt it out as loud as she wanted without any recrimination whatsoever!).
I was then made to stand in and face the corner of the room for the rest of the time get this, with a dunce cap on my head, like one of those orange
highway cones but not as thick or heavy.
Now if that wasn't bad enough, that same day, while on the way back home to the nearby apartment buildings, a girl (not sure if it was the same one,
but it probably was) pointed out that my shirt was on inside out, so with some embarrassment I took it off, turned it rightside out and put it back on
again, and then the strangest thing happened, maybe it was the eye-opening quality to the days events amid all the embarrassment, but I just stopped
at that point, and I turned and looked around at the sky, the grass, the tall apartment buildings and I said to myself - "Some day I will be an old
man, and I will look back and remember this day, this moment, for the rest of my life" and lo and behold isn't that my very first memory.
Fastforward a bit, my father, who was a taxi driver for a while, gets "the call" to go into Ministry, and he goes back to University, gets his MDiv
and does just that, resulting in me living out the rest of my childhood in the church's house called a "manse" of a few different "charges" or church
locations. But what's more, my mother, having been a nurse for many years, also in the mental health profession, she also becomes an ordained
Minister, so now I'm sandwiched, cornered, with the church on both sides of me and a double PK (preachers kid). What a predicament of sorts.. and it's
not easy. And don't worry they were very liberal and I stopped even going to church as a teenager the moment that I didn't have to any more.
But it has it's influence where it might said that what you resist, persists.
My ridiculous absurdity seems to involve a "churchy" dimension that might even have originated on that fateful day, and Jesus, well Jesus is still
just alright with me, and there's absolutely no reason whatsoever to face a little person in the corner and force them to wear a dunce cap for saying
or even for whispering, his name, provided that it's not in vain, which I don't do (I guess i learned my lesson well).
Thus, my signature below represents my attempt to get out of the corner and get the dunce cap off my head, even though in the final analysis as it
turns out, I and others who's lives I've touched owe that mischievous little girl and mean teacher a big favor, because Jesus is the best part of who
I really am.
So i was four and my eyes were opened for the first time because I hit my thumb and said the Lord name in vain while having to reverse my shirt to the
teasing of other children, and boy don't I get the last laugh and all the treasure!
And in my job I'm a fisher of men as a recruiter.
It's all connected.
I'll bet there are burly men out there right now driving giant construction equipment in huge pits and excavations simply because they didn't get a
certain Tonka Toy for Christmas.
Life, and God works in very mysterious ways..