One time when I think I was 14 years old, I got in trouble. I donāt mean I only got into trouble once when I was 14 years old, just that this one time was particularly memorable. I donāt remember why I got in trouble or what I did but every night in my home before bedtime we had a family devotional. On this particular night it was my turn to read a short passage from the Bible. I chose the first few verses in Matthew chapter 7 because I think the Sermon on the Mount was one of my most favorite pieces of literature. I think we had to memorize it, or at least most of it, when I was in Iām thinking the 7th grade.
Anyway, so I did my reading. We had a prayer and sang a song and then we could go to bed or do whatever until we went to bed. We didnāt have devotionals at home on church nights, just on nights where we didnāt have church.
Shortly after the devotional that night, my mom, whom must have grounded me that day for something I had got caught at some time earlier cornered me and told me she knew what I was doing in choosing that passage for the devotional. I didnāt know what she was talking about and I told her that. She wasnāt having it. She thought I chose the passage deliberately and wanted me to know that it wasnāt going to change anything. I was still grounded.
Itās been 50 years since that devotional and I still maintain I did not consciously choose that passage to get back at her. We actually had a great relationship for as long as she lived, regardless of all the mistakes, some significant, that I āmayā have made at some point in my life but that one time still brings a simile to my face anytime I have occasion to recall that moment. Iāve never been able to figure out what she was feeling guilty about. Itās always been funny to me. I mean sheās mom. She canāt be guilty of anything. I wouldnāt believe it.
I wish Bryce could have had my mom. Weād be brothers. Black and White. I like Bryce. Heās one of my favorite players. He would have loved my mom and she would have loved him. jmo.