Thursday, April 29, 1999
I said, "O LORD, be gracious to me; heal me, for I have sinned against you."
(Psalms 41:4
NRSV)
He had to think of something. Finally he said to his
sister, "We'll bury the goose, and hide it and we won't tell
anyone." I'll promise to do whatever you want if you will not
tell dad about this goose. The plan seemed to work well. He
worked out all the details. That night when his father came in,
the goose wasn't missed.
Everything seemed to be going well until after supper.
When it came time for him to dry the dishes and for his sister to
wash them, she said to him, "you're going to wash the dishes and
dry them, too. If you don't, I'm going to tell dad." Well, that
was all right with Bobby. He thought, once, that's not bad. But
this happened day after day after day. He found himself doing not
only his work, but his sisters chores. And each day she would
say, "if you don't do my share, I'm going to tell dad that I bet
you killed the goose." This continued until he could tolerate it
no longer.
So one evening when his father was coming in, he met him
in the street, and he confessed what he had done. He discovered
that the end of the world did not come and that his father was
understanding. His father forgave him. He went on into the house
for the evening meal feeling like a different Bobby than he had
in several days. After the evening meal, his sister said, "if you
don't do my part, I'm going to tell." The atmosphere was
completely different. He said, "You go ahead and tell. I've
already told dad, and I've been forgiven."
Forgiveness is sweet. Unconfessed sin brings anxiety and
frustration.
Ronald Newhouse, Texas, USA
It was a game. Bobby liked to play soldier. Today he had
made himself a sword out of a stick. He tried to get his sister
to play with him, but this was too rough for her. He chose the
family goose for his opponent. He attacked! Around and around
they went. It was great fun until he miscalculated, and the
homemade sword fell upon the goose' neck. Fear filled his heart
as he saw his father's favorite goose lying on the ground dying.
His sister didn't help matters as she began to yell, "I'm going
to tell daddy what you've done; you've killed his goose."
Prayer: Dear God, forgive me, for I have sinned. Amen.
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