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?
