On one occasion, I took on the class bully. A towheaded boy who was lean except for a little round belly, Chris was known for his rebellious behavior. He back talked teachers and lunch monitors, took recess more seriously than any lesson in grammar, and had a reputation for picking fights. Chris was not afraid to do what he wanted whenever he wanted. One afternoon, my class was lining up to go inside from the playground. I noticed Chris had cut in line; this was an unforgivable offense and I was swift to correct him. I grabbed his shoulder from behind, and righteously declared, "You can't cut! Go to the back of the line!" Before I knew it, he had grabbed my right hand and began to swing me around in a circle. He released me just as quickly as he grabbed me, and my bare knees and hands skidded across the blacktop. I had underestimated Chris's knowledge of physical science; apparently, he had learned a lesson on centripetal force from the WWF.
To add insult to injury (literally, as I had been bloodied by my opponent), I was sent to the principal's office as the instigator of the fight. I was no different than my rule breaking foe in the eyes of the law. I attempted to appeal to the principal's reason; I was an honorable citizen upholding the law of the land when no one else would. She didn't see it that way, and my mom was called in for a parent-teacher conference to discuss my disobedience. I was punished and felt a tremendous amount of chagrin (well, as much as a 3rd grader can feel...).
Ah, but the story didn't end there. As dorky and obnoxious as a must have been, somehow I managed to become a favorite pupil to my 3rd grade teacher. Knowing my character, as well as Chris's, Mrs. Reidy came to my rescue. She sang my praises to my mother and suggested that I needn't be punished so harshly since it was my first major offense. With that, my mom canceled my sentence to be grounded, and I repented from being an elementary despot (like a tiny Tracy Flick).
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| Thank goodness my little and big sister survived my unwarranted tyranny. |
A couple of entries ago, I shared with you how my passion for politics trumped my pursuit of God. Now that I'm older, wiser, and so much more mature (giggle now, if you must), I could tell my worldview was missing one major element: GRACE. Without my relationship with God, I fear I may have spent the better part of my life as an adherent to tough justice and unforgiveness.
I was recently listening to the Bible Study Hour with Dr. James Boice. He taught on the parable of the unmerciful servant (here's a link to Dr. Boice's message). This story is about a man who won’t forgive a small debt, even after his own huge debt has been forgiven. I found similarities with this parable in my own childhood story. My third grade teacher showed me mercy even after I had been quick to judge my fellow classmate. As an adult, I must confront this nasty knack to be critical and seek to show grace to others. Just as the master said, "Shouldn’t you have had mercy on your fellow servant just as I had on you?", I can hear God asking me, "Leah, shouldn't you have mercy on your husband, neighbor, child, friend, cashier, family member, fellow drivers, etc just as I had on you?" When I reflect on all the things in my life that God has forgiven, how can I not look compassionately on those around me? It's thanks to God that my eyes were opened.
I want to leave you with a verse from a great Biblical book on justice. Micah wrote:
And what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?
(Micah 6:8)
