Making It Personal
Allow your teen to see how you
strive to grow so they can understand how to confront their own limitations and
pursue character and faith.
COLLISION STORIES
By Tim Walker
I’m not the most
coordinated person in the world. I can trip over my own two feet just as easily
as I can trip over an object in my path. There’s a good reason for it. I have
“athletically challenged syndrome.” It’s a real disease. Okay, maybe not yet.
But if we can get enough people to petition without injuring themselves with
pencils, paper cuts, etc., we’ll get organized.
So, needless to say,
I know a thing or two about collision.
I’m the guy who stood
in right field, praying the ball wouldn’t collide with my head.
I’m the guy who
jumped off the bus at a band competition, thinking I could re-enact the 1980s
“Oh What a Feeling”/Toyota commercial jump only to come crashing on the
pavement, bloodying my knee and tearing my pants.
I’m the guy who had a
head-on collision with my brother on a motorcycle trail. We both swerved. I
just swerved the wrong direction.
It’s a gift, I know.
And while I’m not so
great at moving around (my wife has a strict “please don’t do that” regarding
my dancing), I am very grateful for some of the collisions I’ve had in my life.
Like the person who
hit the bumper of my car when I was a newly licensed driver. Someone at a
traffic light thought the light had changed and hit the gas, giving my car a
bump. That moment taught me to allow space at the stoplight and to make sure I
knew what was going on around me.
But I’ve also had
some collisions in my life that have had a great impact on me personally as
well.
Like my Sunday school
teacher in high school, Phil Harley. He impacted my life in a huge way. He made
a misfit, uncoordinated kid feel like he was a wanted part of the world. It’s
why I looked forward to church and loved being around Phil and his family.
Or the time when I
began to see the themes in my Lit class play out in the Bible, and when I began
to see that all of life was a mere reflection of the story that unfolds in the
Bible.
Or the time when I
was driving on the Interstate, pouring my broken heart out to God and He
brought both comfort and joy.
Or the time I met
someone from another denomination who really loved God and I realized that my
particular church didn’t have a monopoly on Him.
There are many other
collision stories, moments when God’s truth collided with me, God’s people
crashed into me, God Himself showed up in my life in ways that I never saw
coming—much like a baseball soaring in the air or the tree that suddenly jumped
into my path.
What about you?
What are the moments
when God crashed into you?
What about the
moments when His truth showed up somewhere you didn’t expect and He showed you
something about who He is? Was it in the face of one of your children, your
spouse or a total stranger? Was it in a sunset or in a book or a movie?
Take some time today
to think about the ways God has collided with you, and you with Him. And how
not only you collided, but you were changed.
Then do one more thing for me . . . tell your teen. Let your son or daughter hear about the collision from your own lips, let him or her into your story and get a glimpse of your collision stories.
And when he or she
hears your stories about a God who collides with us, changes us, maybe they’ll
be intentional about colliding with God as well.