The Right to be Wrong


We have the right to be wrong. Isn’t that an intriguing statement? It’s been around for awhile now, but I heard it only last week. Actually there is even a song with that title, written and sung by Joss Stone, an English singer and songwriter.

It is comforting to know that it is okay to be wrong once in awhile. But what is right about being wrong is to own up to it; to admit to it to whomever or whatever has been wronged. In so doing, it creates a learning experience; yes, a learning experience. The same as we learn…or are supposed to learn…from our mistakes, admitting we are wrong frees us from the fear and embarrassment of being wrong another time.

When is it right to be wrong? When a lesson is learned and a wrong has been righted. Am I right?

 

Jesus Was Jew


Lessons in life are sometimes hard to learn but in this chapter I learned  one suddenly, and quickly, at the age of ten.

Each chapter ends with a scripture and starting today, I will include these at the end of each excerpt.

Chapter Ten  –  Jesus Was a Jew

She made me wet my pants.

Freddie Lafferty and I were hurling insults at each other. We were ten years old, and didn’t know the meaning of most of the words we used. It was called the insult game.  The final name I threw at him after he called me horse face was Jew!

As the word left my mouth, a lady came out of nowhere dressed from head to toe in black. She pierced me with her black eyes, and whacked me on the arm with her oversized, black purse.

“Shame on you,” she said, “Jesus was a Jew!”

I felt the hotness running down my legs, and began to wail. I ran home as fast as I could. Lafferty’s voice screeched after me, his skinny body bent over in laughter.

“She peed her pants! She peed her pants!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. The mean old lady trundled off down the street with a final, “Shame on you!” thrown over her hunched shoulder…….

 

But no man can contain the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.  (James 3:8)