I was a sixth grader coming in off the playground after the bell had rung. I was stuck in the herd when a pair of hands reached in and picked me out and held me against the wall as accusations about my conduct were assailing me. It was a male teacher that no one argued with. Walking into my classroom, I informed my teacher as to what had just happened and related that I had done nothing to deserve such treatment. (Aunt Clara), I mean Mrs. McBreairty went straight down the hall to demand an explanation. Come to find out, the kid who committed the punishable crime had the same first name as I had. The executer of justice came and gave me a public apology. I would rather have had him give me a get-out-of jail-free card, but that was enough for me.
There is a verse about that happening:
For what credit is it if, when you are beaten for your faults, you take it patiently? But when you do good and suffer, if you take it patiently, this is commendable before God.
I didn’t know anything about that Biblical policy in my youth, however I do now. Every once in a while something similar still happens to me. I’m not always successful at handling it, but sometimes I take it, and when I do, that pleases God.
Give it some thought.
Gary