It’s the end of the first week of school. I rounded the corner to find a jacket being catapulted down the stairs. Oops! The two young boys weren’t expecting The Principal to show up at that particular moment.
To the jacket-thrower, I simply said, “Please go and sit in the office.” To the jacket-owner, I softly/firmly said, “Not again, please.”
I returned to the office after bus duty. The jacket-thrower had plenty of time to think about things. He was pretty somber and barely looked up as I quietly talked with him. He understood exactly what happened and the role he played. I didn’t need to throw any additional words at him.
I’m pretty sure he went home and spilled the beans to his mom. He has a gentle, soft spirit that wouldn’t allow him to hide or hold in his (pretty minor) wrong-doing. And, even if he didn’t, his older sister probably would be glad to ‘help’ him confess. 🙂
What if all students had such a teachable spirit? How might God be able to mold and shape each one? What a terrific, strong year it would be!
Then, of course, the Holy Spirit brings it back home to…me. Does it take a soft, gentle word from Him to get me to ‘see the light?’ Or, does it take a spiritual sledge-hammer? I pray it is the former….just a gentle nudge.
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