Confession

The other day at BSF class, I did the unthinkable. While all the chairs were all roped off, I unroped one of the rows and just picked my favorite aisle seat. Of course the poor usher was having a heart attack. He gave me this what-are-you-doing look. Since he was standing quite close to where I was, he walked over and verbally said to me, “What are you doing?!!!” With a big smile on my face, I told him “to make his life interesting!” (while laughing in my mind. I was so bad!).

Just before the lecture was about to start, guess what the usher did? With all the still available seats, he came over and sat down right next to me. I was like… OH MAN!!! WAH!!! He being so tall and with everyone so packed in, I was really feeling his presence and feeling my guilty conscience. For the whole entire lecture, I was feeling really really bad. After the lecture, the dude just got up and walked away, without saying a single word. Yeah, did I mention my increasing guilt?

Days after, I am still feeling bad, hence the confession :p. I have been reflecting on this and realizing that I am not very good in following directions. (No wonder I am always lost!) But more importantly, I realized how I am naturally disobedient. Never mind the Israelites are disobedient. I am too. Thankfully, despite our disobedience, God still loves us by showing us His mercy. (Hey, this is from last week’s BSF homework! ;)

Yeah, the dude did show me his mercy too without telling me off after the lecture. I guess next week, if I have the opportunity to see him, I will apologize. Isn’t it interesting how God can work in our hearts even with something this small?