We who preach and write, do so in a manner different from which the Scriptures have been written. We write while we make progress. We learn something new every day. We speak as we still knock for understanding...If anyone criticizes me when I have said what is right, he does me an injustice. But I would be more angry with the one who praises me and takes what I have written for Gospel truth than I would be with the one who criticizes me unfairly. -Augustine


The Missing Ring, Part 1

Recently I received the following true story from a mom who had learned a very valuable lesson:

After doing some housecleaning, I went to retrieve my wedding ring. (I routinely remove my ring to avoid damaging it.) But today it was missing.

Suspecting that my daughter must have tried it on, I called:

“Debbie, do you know where my ring is?”

“No.”

I searched everywhere and questioned Debbie repeatedly. The ring should have been easy to find. I reminded Debbie how special the ring was, lecturing her about honesty and how much more important our relationship was than any possession.

My plea for help had quickly turned into an interrogation. My daughter continued to deny any knowledge of the missing ring. I tried to act as if she was innocent, but I had already mentally tried and convicted her.

At bedtime my daughter prayed that I would find my ring. “Let me check your bed,” she continued.

I curtly replied, “It’s bedtime–check tomorrow.”

Later that evening, I pulled back the covers and, to my shock and surprise, discovered my ring! I was furious, sure that my daughter had planted my ring there and had been lying to me.

The next morning, I continued to question Debbie while hiding the fact that I had found my ring. When she persisted in avowing her innocence, I finally decided that I had to let the situation go. I was convinced that she was responsible for the whole charade, but I was also distraught that she continued lying. Yet I had no proof, and Debbie obviously had no intention of confessing. I put my ring back on my finger and assumed that we would never speak of it again . . . until . . . until we hear the rest of the story tomorrow!

Published in: on November 13, 2011 at 5:34 am  Leave a Comment