A rock that I had told him a dozen or more times to leave alone.
I got really upset. I ranted and raved and told him how upset I was not only because he broke the rock but also for his disobedience. I even started to cry. As the tears streamed down my face in my angry rant, he too started to cry.
This was not just any rock mind you, but a rock that belonged to my father, one that sat on his desk. He used it as a paper weight and as a reminder. Its one of the very few mementos that I have in my possession that were among his things. A rock he had picked up on one of his many road trips through the desert. A rock on which he had written the words "1st Stone".
The irony of the words printed on that rock are not lost on me.
As I sat there looking through tears at that rock and at my sons confused tear stained face I was caught up short in how ridiculous it all was. It's just a rock for crying out loud. The issue wasn't about a broken rock, but of obedience. I was caught up short by my own disobedience towards my heavenly Father. How many times have I broken something, my word, a promise, or a command? How many times have I come to the throne of grace in repentance, seeking forgiveness? Not once has He scolded me as I scolded my son, but rather extended a nail pierced hand and freed me from my shame.
In the gospel of John 8:1-12, Jesus faces a mob that is eager to stone to death a women who has been caught in adultery and in verse 7 he says "He who is without sin among you, let him throw a stone at her first." A reminder for us not to judge others when there is sin in our own lives that needs to be dealt with. However the lesson for me this day is what happens next. As the crowd disperses the women is left standing alone with Jesus and he asks her "Where are your accusers? Has no one condemned you?" When she answers "No one, Lord. " His reply is "Neither do I condemn you; go and sin no more."
He has given the woman hope. Hope for a new life. Hope for salvation. Hope to live a life freed from sin and the assurance of forgiveness.
He has given me hope.
" . . . He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life."
So I dried my eyes and those of my son and as I embraced him, I asked for his forgiveness and offered him mine, telling him that everything was going to be alright and that he was more important to me than a broken rock and that I loved him so very much, no matter what.
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