I can remember some of the things I did as a boy that I got punished for. My mom believed in old-fashioned spanking. She would use whatever was most convenient at the time. Don’t worry, I do not feel warped, abused, or have suppressed memories of hating my mom. I deserved every dispensing of justice I got…probably a lot more, to be honest. I did get her to laugh so hard one time that she did not spank me, though.
This particular crime did not make me feel like I deserved to be punished, but my mom saw it differently. She sent me outside to get a “switch,” since she was busy doing something. That is a small, flexible tree branch for you those of you too young to remember actually having to get up to change the TV channel, not something you use to turn on a light. A switch was not harmful, but it really stung. Now I may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but I knew that I had just received a major break. My mom was too preoccupied to choose her weapon, so I got to choose for her.
I chose wisely.
I brought in a switch. Actually, it was more like an embarrassment to switches. It was about six inches long and virtually inept at inflicting pain. Well, this infuriated my mom. Her face turned red, her veins stuck out on her neck, and I thought I saw steam coming out of her ears. She informed me that if I did not make a “proper” selection that I would get even more of a spanking because she would go get her own “instrument of instruction.” Still not willing to concede, I went to my dad’s tool shed and found an ax. I walked into the woods behind our house and chopped down a small tree. It was about fourteen feet tall and several inches in circumference. I chopped the branches off and then drug it into the kitchen where my mom was working. I mustered up my best “puppy-dog eyes” and with a quivering lip I asked her, “Is this one big enough to fit the crime?” She laughed so hard that I got out of a spanking.
I remember some years later that my son, Brandon, committed the exact same crime that I had on that particular occasion. I was ready to spring into action. Just as I was about to begin dispensing some well-deserved discipline, my mom looked at him with a big smile on her face and said, “You little character, you.” Are you kidding me? She used so many switches on me at that age that I think it started global warming. Now she looks at her grandson and says, “You little character, you.” That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? Tree hugger!
Maybe she was just testing my character.
I always have to remember that God wants to test my character as well. When things get tough in life I have to recall that God has a plan and a purpose for everything. The Psalmist wrote, “Until the time came to fulfill his dreams, the LORD tested Joseph’s character.” Psalm 105:19 (NLT)
Commit this to your memory. God will always wait until it is time to fulfill my dreams. Until then, He will test my character. He knows what I am made of. He just wants me to find out too. I think, just maybe, there are times when I imagine He is getting out His big switch, but actually, all He is doing is winking at what I cannot see and saying, “You little character, you.” He has a way of developing little characters so that we become more like Jesus.
Peace. Ritchie