Today it is only an anecdote, but then I had wanted to swallow the earth. Course, which was a few years ago the junior year at a German school. From the entrance examination, there was a skin issue with a teacher. For some curious reason, we do not bear it.
He was about thirty years and this server, fifteen. Possibly, all born when in the middle class, I was surprised by drawing a caricature of each of the teachers. So, two by three, the ironic phrase I froze the body: "Gebel, come forward and tell us what to laugh and laugh all, come and make one of his cartoons." I think the thing became personal. We repelled each other.
a Sunday, God spoke to me deeply in the church, and that day, I decided I could change the troublesome situation. From one day to another, I spoke to all of a marked change in personal life, and on one occasion, even preached in a voice high enough to hear my enemy. For if the change was not clear, and that there were no hard feelings, I took my desk a rule that said "The Lord is my Shepherd." The teacher looked at askance. A week later, another professor, wanted to break the ice of the class, asking our opinion on the other teachers of the establishment. It was my great opportunity to say everything!.
For a moment, I forgot to change my life, and dispatched me at ease talking about my distaste for the teacher in question. "It is an enlarged - said, amid laughter and approval of my colleagues - is intolerable and takes tests only to fail, they should throw him out of school for bad guy y. ..", as he spoke, someone touched my shoulder . Chavo looked like a scene from speaking ill of the teacher "sausage." Behind me was the recipient of my words. My teacher enemy. I do not know since when was there, but heard to-di-to. Had wanted to disappear or jump out the window in a last act of courage and common sense. The teacher did not seem offended, but with the same irony as always, took my seat the rule that said "The Lord is my shepherd" and smiled. He just smiled as he discovered the trick the magician. He played with the ruler between his fingers and smiled again. Then he turned and left as he entered, silently.
No more words between us. But I understood that wry smile: "There used to preach about love or whatever, if you do not live your life." For a while I did not dare to preach for a change of life to restore my testimony. My back preached more than my words. I did not talk about it with the teacher and I never dared to talk about to apologize. But I set out to be a model of truth, from that messy incident. I wish again to find the professor, I'll tell you if you ever happen.
(Pastor Dante Gebel)
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