 Posted on Thu, Apr 8, 2010
How many of you remember the '70s TV show "Happy Days"? It was a show that was set in the 1950s and dealt with a small circle of family and friends. For the most part a very likable bunch of characters. Nerds, jocks, honeys, class clowns, and adults that tried to be understanding and caring. But I dare to say if you ask anyone who has ever seen the show, and even a few that may not have, to say the name the first character that comes to mind they will answer be...Arthur Fonzarelli aka Fonzie or The Fonz. Most likely one of the coolest character to ever grace a TV screen. The Fonz was many things to many people in his TV reality. Ladies man, mechanic, best friend, defender of the less fortunate, etc... He was in his own way very articulate. Even though his vocabulary at times was nothing more then the phrase "Aaay" or even just a snap of his fingers you knew what he was saying. But what some of you may not remember was that even with all of his coolness Fonzie had a speech inpediment. Arthur Fonzarelli had a very difficult time saying he was wrong. Everytime he had to do so it was like his tounge was stuck to the roof of his mouth. Now you might be wonder why I bring all of this up on this weeks blog? Well I had a similar thing happen to me this past week. No I did not have trouble admitting that I was wrong about something. No it was another word that stuck in my mouth. My youngest son has just been paroled from prison, and I have attended his last two meetings with his parole officer. Well what can I say about his PO? And PO is what this guy has done to me. I know deep down he is doing his job but the way he does it just rubs me ALL the wrong ways. I came home after this last meeting madder than I can ever remember being in my whole life (BC days included). After several hours of trying to blow off the anger I finally went to bed for the night. As I laid there I knew I needed to pray over this situation. So I started out by telling God I was sorry for blowing my cool like I did, and that I was WRONG to do so ( see I can admit it. LOL). And for my son to find favor in the eyes of his PO. And next I said," I wanted to forgjwd;klghe". No that is not a typo that was what it was like for me to say I wanted to forgive the PO. All the sudden I had the speech inpediment. I couldn't forgive someone for the wrong they had done me. I tried a couple of times to get the word out of my mouth, but it would not come out. The pain that I was feeling was just to great. As of this writing I am still very hurt by the event of that meeting but God has brought this to mind. Luke 23:34, Then Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.” This was said from The Cross. How much pain, how hurt was Jesus when He spoke these words. As a follower of Jesus Christ I am called to be like Him. So how can I not forgive a man who hurt me with words when Christ ask God to forgive those that not only hurt Him with words but with actions to gruesome to describe.
In HIs Majesty's Service
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