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wanted her to give me another canister. Of course no one knew where my lead was. It was trapped on the inside of the leg of my desk!
Miss Kline pressed the issue. “Did anyone take Richie’s lead?” Upping the charge to thievery made me feel even worse. Miss Kline ordered everyone to empty the contents of their desk. She walked around and inspected the students, looking for the culprit with two canisters of lead. This search, of course, turned up nothing.
She returned to the front of the classroom and told us to put our heads down on our desk. “Before I come around and begin searching your pockets,” she said in her calm, sweet voice, “I’m going to give you one last chance to confess what you have done. One of you took Richie’s lead. Jesus knows who did it. If you don’t confess that you are the one who took the lead, Jesus will be disappointed in you.”
This hadn’t started out as a lie. I simply wanted my canister of lead back. I kept silent about what happened to it, thinking that the truth would fade away and Miss Kline would simply give me a new piece of lead. Now my silence had turned me into a liar. The entire situation had turned into a complete dilemma. I could tell her the truth, or let her search every student in the class. I raised my head and walked up to her large desk at the front of the room.
Between sobs I managed to say, “I did it.” I still thought she might paddle me, but I could not lie to her any longer and I added, “It’s in my desk.”
“Why did you tell me that you didn’t have it?” She was disappointed in me, I could tell.
“Because…” I cried harder, “because, I got it stuck in my desk.”
She walked over to my desk and knelt down on her hands and knees beside it. I showed her the hole in the bottom of the desk where the leg attached. “It’s in there,” I said. Now, everyone’s eyes were on me.
Miss Kline emptied my desk and turned it upside down. She retrieved the lead and handed it to me. “Don’t lose it again, okay?”
“No, ma’am.”
I was too ashamed to look at my fellow students—I had been a goody-goody. Now they saw me as flawed. A liar. Almost willing to get them in trouble to save myself. A few minutes later, Miss Kline said, “Richie, come with me.”
This was it! Well, at least Miss Kline paddled her students in private. I followed her into the lobby. She seated me on the bench underneath our coat hooks and knelt down in front of me.
“Richie, you lied to me. I’m very disappointed.” She let this sink in before continuing. “Jesus doesn’t like it when we lie to Him.”
I started crying and shook my head.
“Have you ever accepted Jesus Christ into your heart as your Lord and Savior, Richie?” She asked.
So that’s what she wanted to see me in private about! Even though I had done something wrong, Miss Kline was being kind. No, I hadn’t been born again.
Through my tears I smiled. “No, ma’am.”
She asked me if I’d like to be born again and I eagerly agreed. I bowed my head and repeated a little prayer after Miss Kline. I told the Lord I wanted Him to forgive me of all my sins and to come into my heart. I felt so much better, my tears stopped flowing. I smiled.
“Why didn’t you tell me about losing your lead in the first place, Richie, why did you lie to me?”
“Because…I didn’t want you to paddle me,” I said.
Miss Kline looked shocked. “Why would I paddle you?”
“Because Mrs. Hand paddled me last year,” I said.
“I see,” Miss Kline said, not smiling.
I followed her back to the classroom. All eyes were on me, wondering what had been my fate. I didn’t say a word to anyone.
Years later, I learned that Miss Kline had informed my mother about the paddlings I had received at Tabernacle. My mother would tell people that, according to Miss Kline, I was the sweetest child she had ever met and that there was no reason anyone should have paddled me in kindergarten.
Unfortunately, this
Miss Kline pressed the issue. “Did anyone take Richie’s lead?” Upping the charge to thievery made me feel even worse. Miss Kline ordered everyone to empty the contents of their desk. She walked around and inspected the students, looking for the culprit with two canisters of lead. This search, of course, turned up nothing.
She returned to the front of the classroom and told us to put our heads down on our desk. “Before I come around and begin searching your pockets,” she said in her calm, sweet voice, “I’m going to give you one last chance to confess what you have done. One of you took Richie’s lead. Jesus knows who did it. If you don’t confess that you are the one who took the lead, Jesus will be disappointed in you.”
This hadn’t started out as a lie. I simply wanted my canister of lead back. I kept silent about what happened to it, thinking that the truth would fade away and Miss Kline would simply give me a new piece of lead. Now my silence had turned me into a liar. The entire situation had turned into a complete dilemma. I could tell her the truth, or let her search every student in the class. I raised my head and walked up to her large desk at the front of the room.
Between sobs I managed to say, “I did it.” I still thought she might paddle me, but I could not lie to her any longer and I added, “It’s in my desk.”
“Why did you tell me that you didn’t have it?” She was disappointed in me, I could tell.
“Because…” I cried harder, “because, I got it stuck in my desk.”
She walked over to my desk and knelt down on her hands and knees beside it. I showed her the hole in the bottom of the desk where the leg attached. “It’s in there,” I said. Now, everyone’s eyes were on me.
Miss Kline emptied my desk and turned it upside down. She retrieved the lead and handed it to me. “Don’t lose it again, okay?”
“No, ma’am.”
I was too ashamed to look at my fellow students—I had been a goody-goody. Now they saw me as flawed. A liar. Almost willing to get them in trouble to save myself. A few minutes later, Miss Kline said, “Richie, come with me.”
This was it! Well, at least Miss Kline paddled her students in private. I followed her into the lobby. She seated me on the bench underneath our coat hooks and knelt down in front of me.
“Richie, you lied to me. I’m very disappointed.” She let this sink in before continuing. “Jesus doesn’t like it when we lie to Him.”
I started crying and shook my head.
“Have you ever accepted Jesus Christ into your heart as your Lord and Savior, Richie?” She asked.
So that’s what she wanted to see me in private about! Even though I had done something wrong, Miss Kline was being kind. No, I hadn’t been born again.
Through my tears I smiled. “No, ma’am.”
She asked me if I’d like to be born again and I eagerly agreed. I bowed my head and repeated a little prayer after Miss Kline. I told the Lord I wanted Him to forgive me of all my sins and to come into my heart. I felt so much better, my tears stopped flowing. I smiled.
“Why didn’t you tell me about losing your lead in the first place, Richie, why did you lie to me?”
“Because…I didn’t want you to paddle me,” I said.
Miss Kline looked shocked. “Why would I paddle you?”
“Because Mrs. Hand paddled me last year,” I said.
“I see,” Miss Kline said, not smiling.
I followed her back to the classroom. All eyes were on me, wondering what had been my fate. I didn’t say a word to anyone.
Years later, I learned that Miss Kline had informed my mother about the paddlings I had received at Tabernacle. My mother would tell people that, according to Miss Kline, I was the sweetest child she had ever met and that there was no reason anyone should have paddled me in kindergarten.
Unfortunately, this
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