Reading through the Bible together
While I was studying aviation in the state of Washington in the United States, I went through a rocky period in my life. One day, while in college, I decided to steal the small plane that I had taken out on a solo training flight and crashing it. But the thought of my mother receiving the news about my death distressed me too much. So I decided to fly the plane some distance, land, and then run away instead. I pointed the plane northward and, several hours later, found myself stranded and without fuel at a desolate airport in Canada.
My mother also was in the United States. I’ll never forget her face when she picked me up at a Canadian police station two days later. When she took me from the jail cell, her eyes were red from tears and worry after two sleepless nights which had etched deep lines of pain across her face.
When my plane hadn’t returned to the airport, my mother had spent hours fearing that I had crashed as a rescue party searched for me. Then she learned that she had to go to Canada to fetch me.
Indeed, as Solomon said, “a wise son makes a glad father, but a foolish son is the grief of his mother” (v. 1).
I remember that moment in my life whenever I have to make major decisions. I never want to grieve my parents again, and I ask myself whether my actions will bring them joy or sorrow. The answer about whether I am honoring my parents tends to reveal whether my plans are also in harmony with the Lord’s will. I never want to grieve my heavenly Father—and that is what counts the most.
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