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"Confessions of Potato Race Cheater!'" I only came to the church Halloween party as a gesture of support for our youth and the people who were working there, but that wasn’t enough: they also made me play in those silly games. First, I was blindfolded and told to smell, feel and taste various gross objects such as putrid socks, sour pickle juice and a peculiar pudding. Ecch! The youth enjoyed the thrill of having a minister at their mercy. In return, I got a sour taste in my mouth and a tiny piece of candy… It wasn’t worth it. The next game, however, got me in serious trouble. Another youth leader and I were asked to get on our hands and knees and see who could push a potato from one end of the room to the other the fastest. Oh, did I mention that the only part of our body, which could actually touch the potato, was the nose? Can you picture in your mind how this race must look? Oh, the shame of it all. The youth leader, Russell described the rest of the sequence of events in Sunday school several days later where I was forced to publicly face the consequences of my sinful actions. He solemnly declared: “I was putting my nose to the spud-stone, so to speak working my nostrils off trying to win the race. Blood was spurting on the floor, but I didn’t mind because it was all for our youth. The next thing I knew a potato went flying past me straight to the finish line. No mortal nose could send a spud flying with such velocity. It was obvious to me what happened. Larry cheated and threw the potato.” |
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Three witnesses in the Sunday school class agreed that I indeed maliciously and without any sense of shame picked up the potato with my hand and threw it over the finish line. “Holy French Fries, you’ve got me dead to rights,” I cried out. “I confess! I confess! The frustration and shame of Russell beating me by a nose was too much to bear. I plead guilty to the shameful crime of illegal potato throwing. Please forgive me!” After the laughter died down our Sunday school class began to talk about the real sins we commit from potato-race fibs to the horrendous terrorist acts of September 11. We all make mistakes, stray away from God, so how do we atone for our sins? Psalm 32 gives some encouraging answers: “Blessed is the one whose transgressions are forgiven...When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy upon me...” (1,3,4)
“Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, ‘I will confess my transgressions to the Lord’ -- and you forgave the guilt of my sin.” (5)
“Therefore let everyone who is godly pray to you while you may be found.” (6)
“...But the Lord’s unfailing love surrounds the one who trusts in Him.” (10)
I still throw potatoes occasionally along with other sins, but it is comforting to know that if I am willing to face my mistakes, confess and seek God’s help there will be a promise of love and encouragement to see me through. You can bet the spud ranch on that one! Even on Halloween during these dangerous, uncertain times, it’s possible to find something of God, if you are willing to look for it. But let me give you a warning. Beware the youth and their games…
Last modified October 26, 2004. |
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