I shared this story in my sermon yesterday. It’s one of those I just don’t want to forget.
Last week, one of my girls, came into our room just before school the other morning telling her mom that she needed to wear a different pair of shoes to school. According to her, the P.E. Teacher told her that her shoes were inappropriate for the playground, and made her sit out of P.E. that day. As we pressed her a little further, suspecting she may have gotten the details a bit mixed up, I asked, “So if I were to call the teacher and ask her why she made you sit out, would she know what I was talking about?”
She stood there for a minute, thinking, and said, “Oh Wait!!! That was someone who looks just like me! It wasn’t me who had to sit out.”
Suddenly Mom & I realized we had been misled. Time was escaping us, and dealing with lying would not be possible in this moment. So later that afternoon, I sat with my daughter and we discussed why she felt the need to lie. Tears began to flow, and as best as I could understand her answer, this is what she offered: ”I had a lie down inside of me, and it just HAD to come out.”
Man, I wish I had thought of that one when I was a kid.
