I’m at the age where the Lord gives me small glimpses of Heaven.
The message on Facebook last evening came from a classmate of one of my sons. They graduated from high school nearly 30 years ago, so the event he refers to happened that long ago.
Matt said, “When I finished high school, I wanted to go to college but didn’t have the money. You paid for my first semester and bought my books.”
I have no memory of any of this.
He said, “But I goofed off and did poorly, and wasted your money.” He was apologizing.
Matt went on to say later he got his act together, went back to school, and received both bachelor’s and master’s degrees, and is doing well in life.
He said, “Squandering your gift has bothered me all these years.”
I assured him he had not squandered it, that it would appear the incident taught him lessons not available in classrooms, making it money well invested.
I added that I’m sorry he has felt poorly over this because in truth, I have no memory of it at all.
Later, I wondered if I should have told him that. Does he think he was unimportant to me? (I barely knew him even then. As I recall, Matt did not go to our church.)
A minister named Randy once told me something his father did. I said, “That is the most perfect recipe for misery I can imagine.” Here’s what he did….