The day is Sunday, the place is Saint Mary’s Anglican Church, the who is primarily me, the what is an event wherein I am confronted on two fronts with an aspect of my behavior that I need to change, and the why I cannot say for sure, but taking a shot in the dark I would say that God is both holy and he has a sense of humor.
As I am sitting in the pews, amidst my family, both tracking the sermon and working on this sense that there is some part of my soul over which I need to relinquish control and acknowledge the intimate sovereignty of God, I overheard the priest talk about impatience and waiting. In giving an example where his impatience is most acute, the priest shared how he tends to project frustration on people who are in front of him in line, and how he reacts with the thought that such people need to hurry up because his time is important. As he was sharing, I found myself completely identifying with him and I began to pray. In the midst of acknowledging my need to work on this subtle, but grossly egoistic expression of falleness, my son, Ethan James, leans in and quietly says to me, “You are like that when you drive the car… Everyone is in your way.” Yes, indeed, my ten year old son, a prophet unawares, functioned to deepen the awareness of my need for change. And now, I am sitting here writing this, thinking about how Jesus once said that a person who accepts a prophet in his name will receive the reward of that prophet.
A closing prayer:
Lord, on the day I stand before you, please remember to share some of Ethan’s reward with me, as I have accepted your words through him. Amen