Shocked and Amazed

I REMEMBER AS IF IT WERE YESTERDAY.
It was a hot summer day and as usual, I was shoeless. My little five-year-old feet carried me into our small storage room where I was determined to find out why my Dad had warned me; “Never stick anything into a wall socket.”  I had a screwdriver in my hand.

Two small steps led down to the cement floor storage room where the wall socket stood, waiting, next to an old refrigerator. Light shone through the open door illuminating the 110 voltage receptacle of electrons and protons.  It was calling to me.

I walked over and slowly moved the long flathead toward the socket.  “Yes, yes,” it whispered.  A trickle of sweat ran down my face as the tip of the screwdriver entered the small hole. Nothing.  “Further,” it called to me.  I gripped the screwdriver tight and pushed.

The next thing I knew the outlet reached out and grabbed my hand and violently squeezed so tight I thought my hand would crush.  At the same instant, proton and electron minions flew out of the outlet with an evil laugh and started jabbing my arms, shoulders, and legs with millions of tiny needles.  I tried to let go of the screwdriver, but the wall socket just sneered and shook me so hard my teeth rattled.

I tried to scream, but the protons had zapped all the air out of my lungs.  At the same time, the electrons opened a valve without my permission which allowed a rapid flow of a certain fluid to exit my body.  I would later try to blame the dog for that particular mess, but my soiled pants and frizzy hair told a different story.

After what seemed like several hours but in reality was only a few seconds, the evil socket simply let go and slunk back into the wall.  The angry protons and electrons sat around pricking my skin for a while, but finally left leaving behind wobbly legs, ashen skin, and glazed eyes.  When I was finally able to catch my breath, I let out a blood curdling scream that caused my Dad to leap some 10 feet into the air before running to my rescue.

I don’t remember much else about that little experience, except thinking I was surely going to be in big trouble for disobeying my Dad and almost electrocuting myself. Instead of being punished, however, I remember lots of hugs and kisses that day. Even, I think, an extra scoop or two of ice cream.

All too often, I feel like I repeat this experience with God. He says,

“Listen to me, my son. I’m telling you this because I love you and know what will happen if you disobey. That’s why I’ve told you, don’t have any other god but me. Don’t misuse my name or try to replace me with some worthless idol. Don’t murder or commit adultery. Don’t steal or lie or even covet what someone else has. Honor your father and mother and remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.”

But there I stand… screwdriver in hand and puddle on the floor thinking, “Oh, oh, I’m in big trouble for disobeying.” Then, instead of receiving what I deserve, I’m totally shocked and amazed with hugs and kisses and a powerful reminder of what Jesus did for me.

While Jesus has fully paid the penalty for our past, present, and future sins, God does correct and chasten us. Sometimes, in other words, He’ll let those protons and electrons shake us so hard our teeth rattle. But He disciplines as a loving father whose love for His children is beyond imagination. As the Psalmist says, “He does not punish us for all our sins; he does not deal harshly with us, as we deserve” (Psalm 103:10). And that is very good news.

Back in 2007, my Dad wrote a book titled, “The Ten Commandments; Godly living in an ungodly world.” In it, Dad explains how obeying God’s laws not only please the Lord, but affect every aspect of our lives. Throughout the book Dad explains how following God’s laws leads to a life filled with love, hope, and fulfillment while disobeying His laws leads to a life filled with all sorts of heartaches, discouragements, and adversities.

Those are powerful reasons to have a better understanding of God’s laws—especially if you’re like me, standing there “holding a screwdriver.”

Therefore, I am very excited to say that I would love for you to have a copy of Dad’s book. With the generous help of a handful of faithful friends and partners in ministry, with your gift—of any amount—to LOGOI from now until April 15th, we will send you this book! (Limited to one per person or family.)

We are so grateful to the Lord for you and your partnership with LOGOI. It is an honor to serve the Lord with you. What an amazing God we have, One who “lavishes His unfailing love for a thousand generations on those who love Him and obey His commands” (Deuteronomy 5:10).

Forever!