Two times in the last month have we had our house and vehicle “egged.” Someone wanted the pleasure of throwing egg on our stuff. I spent a good hour this morning cleaning our Suburban from fried egg. You know, if you have egg on a car and the temp rises to very hot, as it does in the sun here, then the egg will harden, it will fry.
By spraying water and vinegear on our Suburban, then cover it with a vinegear-soaked towel for fifteen minutes, I was able to clean the yuck off. If you do not take your time to go through this process, the egg will take some of the paint off of your car.
As I removed the egg from our car just after six this morning I thought to myself what I would do with these vandals if I ever caught up with them. And I came to think of a situation in Uppsala. It was late one night, or early one morning, we were returning from Street Mission. I sat in the end of the bus with only two or three more seats behind me. Suddenly I hear the guy behind me clear his throat, I can feel his aim, I can hear him think “Locked on Target,” I can hear the explosion as his freshly acquired throat-flem shot out from his mouth. Still to this day I can feel the impact in the back of my neck.
This guy had just spit me in the back of my head.
Without Saying anything, I wiped it off.
As this guy walks by me to get off the buss, I reach up, grab his coat/shoulder, jerk his head down to the level of my head (at this point I get scared because he was huge, I had not turned around to look at him), and I notice that he is scared, maybe more scared than me. The only thing that comes out of my mouth is “I Forgive You for spitting at me!”
His reaction was FEAR or confusion. He did not know what to do so he did what most people do, he blamed someone else.
A few months later I learned that my brother had become a good friend of these guys and they showed an interest of coming to faith.
So, back to the egg story. The only thing I could think of to do with these vandals was to talk to them, tell them that I forgive them, and hence witness to them about a loving God.
WWJD – What Would Jesus Do
or,
WWYD – What Would You Do
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Kul story!Tänk vad tider går Peter, kommer du ihåg alla upptåg vi hade på Pionjärerna? Det var tider det
/Janne
I used to be one of those little kids that “egged” houses, cars etc… One time a friend and I threw an egg into someones garage in broad daylight. It made a loud smack on the back wall of the garage and we ran like crazy!
. I took the dollar joyfully!
Later someone else (don’t know who) egged the same family’s van. They thought it was me and confronted me. They made me and my friend clean the van. AFter they gave us a dollar for being honest. Funny thing was…I didn’t egg thier van…I egged their garage
From the perspective of an “egger of things” the best targets were usually those people in the neighborhood that had the “old man” attitude of policeing all the kids in the neighborhood.
So I would suggest just have mercy on the kids, or set a trap in your yard and egg them back. They will probably think you are cool and stop egging you. Don’t be too responsible of an adult, have some fun with them.
Funny blog Peter!
Anthony
It’s fun. ATP Subscribe to the RCC perhaps