Mrs. Schaffer called on me to answer the question. I hesitated.
“Stand up, Ryan.”
I knew the answer; I just did not want to stand up. I had wet my pants.
I was a scrawny kid, and was wearing my oversized coat in my seat. I pulled it off my shoulders and hugged it around my waist—you know… like I always wear my coats. I stood. Slowly.
The taller I got, the lower the jacket went, covering my navy blue school uniform slacks. I had a plan: hide ‘til it dried.
Moments later, without the school bell ringing, a stroke of luck came my way… recess time. What a strange turn of events! In the nick of time, everyone was dismissed.
As I rose to exit, I heard my name. Gently. Softly.
My classmates wasted no time getting outdoors, hardly glancing my way, too excited about this impromptu break.
I glanced down at my pants, then up at the teacher. Uh oh. I’m pegged. How could she tell? It blends right in!
“Ryan, is there anything wrong?”
The rest is history, as they say. It ended up okay. My parents picked me up and I got the rest of the day off school. My classmates were never the wiser, and I returned the next day a new man.
I recently heard an atheist talking about her version of God—a loving grandpa-type of character, but one that would scorch you with lightning if you ever messed up. That’s not God. That’s not MY God. That’s not THE God.
God is like Mrs. Schaffer. Loving. Caring. Gentle. Helpful.
As a kindergartener, I thought that recess was a stroke of luck. As I reflect on it now, it’s obvious that the teacher saw my plight and stepped in to save the day—and save me from embarrassment, too.
God works behind the scenes, in ways we will never recognize until later. Stay faithful. You’ll see Him in your life, even if you wet your pants.