A small accident... A LARGE Lesson

So tonight I witnessed a 17-year-old boy hit the back of a motorcycle on a back road.  The motorcyclist was stopped waiting to make a left hand turn into a church.  The teen came around a corner, and was apparently going to fast to stop in time before coming in contact with the motorcyclist.  Why am I sharing this?  Before I go any further, I would like to share that both parties were unharmed… just some damage to the motorcycle and car and one very remorseful teen-age boy.  After checking in with the motorcyclist, to ensure no injuries, I was also hoping to defuse any possible negative “verbiage” that might be exchanged during a time where fear turns into anger.  After insisting the teen pull into the church parking lot with his car, a group of men showed up, all apparently going to a gathering at the church where we were parked at, to help move the motorcycle across the street where it currently laid.  I decided that the two teenage boys needed an advocate.  The young man, very clearly said he was at fault and after apologizing profusely and checking to make sure the motorcyclist was unharmed, he kept saying to him that he would make it right.  Again, why am I sharing this?  God showed me something… He put me there for reason and the biggest one I could see within that moment, was this young man needed an advocate.  I just told the motorcyclist that I am going to have him call his parents, for they only lived a mile up the road, to help their son walk through this situation.  As I stood next to the car and waited for the teen boy’s mom to arrive, tears forming in the young boys eyes encouraged me to talk with the young man about accidents.  Thanking God, no one was hurt… I shared with him that the only mistake that would materialize from this event would be if he didn’t learn something from it. 

How often do we make a mistake and don’t even want to come forward and admit it because of being so embarrassed that we would be judged or we don’t even learn from the mistake?  I have so much respect for this young boy knowing that what he did was completely avoidable if he was paying better attention while driving.

We all fall short now and again, but why is it that we get so embarrassed that we are afraid to come forward to the most Gracious Father that exists to receive His forgiveness and advocacy as our Father, Whom will and would walk us through anything we invite Him into?