Psalm 119:163 “I hate and abhor lying: but thy law do I love.”
Matthew 12:34 “O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.”
Stephanie Hovind was riding in the van with Grandpa one day. She saw the green button on the dash and it reminded her of the time they had pushed it before. It made them go back to visit Grandpa when he was a boy her age. Now that she was in fourth grade she wondered what Grandpa was like in fourth grade.
“Hey, Grandpa, some of the boys in my class say bad words and then laugh about it. I don’t think it makes Jesus very happy. Did kids do that when you were in fourth grade?”
“Oh, Steph! You wouldn’t believe me if I just told you. I think I would need to show you how it was in my school. Would you like to push the button again and go back to visit me when I was in fourth grade?”
“I’d love to go, Grandpa!” she said excitedly.
“OK, but remember, we can’t tell him who we really are. He will never understand you are his granddaughter from the future. We will just tell him we are visiting from Florida. Can you handle that?” laughed Grandpa.
“I sure can,” said Steph. “Let’s go visit your school.”
“I know just the time when we need to visit, too. You won’t believe it but this really happened. Buckle up, hang on and push the button please.”
Steph held tight to Grandpa’s arm and pushed the green button and POOOOOF! Before she could even blink they were in East Peoria, Illinois at Pleasant Hill Grade School standing in the hall way. Just then the bell rang for the kids to go out to recess and about thirty kids came out of the fourth grade class room all excited to go play. The last boy out was walking kind of slow and looking sad. He had short blond hair. He didn’t follow the other kids out to play. Instead he walked to the principal’s office, walked inside, and sat in a chair by the wall.
“Grandpa? Is that you?” whispered Stephanie.
“Yep! That’s me,” sighed Grandpa. “Let’s go talk with him for a minute. You can ask him why he is here.”
“They walked in the office and sat in the other chairs beside young Kent and Steph said, “Excuse me young man. You look sort of sad. Why aren’t you out at recess with the rest of the class?”
“Oh, hi,” said Kent in a sad voice. “My name is Kent. I’ve been coming into this office every recess for two weeks now. They say I wrote a note with lots of curse words in it calling my teacher lots of bad names and put it in her car window during recess. I denied it but they won’t let me go out for recess until I confess to writing the bad note.”
Just then the school principal came in and sat at his desk. He looked pretty mean! He had a hook instead of a right hand because his hand got cut off when he was younger. He also had one eye that was blind. Instead of a black spot in the middle it was white! He was big too! Kent held very still. The sign on the desk said, “Mr. George Bunell~Principal.”
Mr. Bunell leaned over the desk and handed a note to Kent along with his book where Kent had practiced his penmanship. “Now listen here, Kent Hovind,” he said in a voice that even scared Stephanie, “You’ve been coming in here every recess for two weeks now. I have asked you every time if you wrote this note and you say no. Look at this note and then look at your penmanship book. The handwriting is exactly the same. Your teacher said she saw you go over to her car and throw something in the window during recess the day she found this note in her car. I think you wrote this note and I think you are lying to me. Did you write this note?”
Young Kent looked at the note and the book and said, “No sir. I did not write this note.” Steph couldn’t believe it! Even Steph could tell he was lying about it but he was stubborn! He would NOT admit he had written the note!
Just then the phone rang and Mr. Bunell answered it. He had just started talking and was leaning w-a-a-a-a-a-y back in his big wooden chair to put his feet up on his desk when c-r-a-a-a-c-k! The chair broke into a hundred pieces and Mr. Bunell fell to the floor! Kent was s-o-o-o-o-o scared by the noise of the chair breaking and seeing Mr. Runell fall down! Mr. Bunell jumped up off the floor, slammed his hook down on the desk with a loud bang, looked right at Kent, and yelled, “DID YOU WRITE THAT NOTE?!?!”
Kent burst into tears and said, “Yes! I wrote that note and I am s-o-o-o-o-o sorry!
Mr. Bunell said, “Would you like me to tell your teacher?”
“No, sir,” said Kent as he wiped the tears away. “I would like to tell her.”
Mr. Bunell pushed a button on the intercom and called the fourth grade classroom. Pretty soon, a tall, stern-looking teacher came in the office.
“Mrs. Albright, Kent would like to tell you something,” nodded Mr. Bunell in Kent’s direction.
Mrs. Albright sat down in one of the chairs and looked at Kent. “I’m sorry Mrs. Albright. I did write that note and throw it in your car window and I’ve been lying about it for two weeks. Please forgive me.”
Mrs. Albright gave him a big hug and said, “I do forgive you, Kent. Thank you for being honest with me. I want you to remember this lesson for the rest of your life and never lie to your teacher again. Do you promise to try to do that?”
“Yes, Mrs. Albright. I never want to lie again to anyone!” sobbed young Kent.
“Alright then. You may go outside and play now.”
Kent went out the door and Steph and Grandpa followed him. “Wow!” said Steph. “When that chair exploded I almost wet my pants!”
“Me, too,” said Kent. “I’m sure glad that’s over! I’ve been in that office t-o-o-o-o-o long! I’m ready to go out for recess! It feels good to finally admit the truth. I should have done that right away.”
“What did the note say?” asked Steph.
“Well, all the boys say bad words so I just wrote them all down and called my teacher all the bad words. I don’t even know what most of them mean but I wrote them anyway. That was pretty stupid wasn’t it?”
“Hang on, Steph,” said Grandpa. “Time is up. We are headed back.” Just then POOOOF! They were back in the van again.
“Wow, Grandpa!” said Steph. “Did you really do that?”
“I am sorry to tell you that I did, Steph. I didn’t know Jesus back then. I didn’t get saved until I was sixteen years old. That was seven years later. I sure wish someone would have led me to Jesus when I was younger. It sure would have saved me a lot of trouble!”
Steph was really quiet for a few minutes. Then she said, “Grandpa? I’m sure glad I know Jesus already. I read His Word and try to obey Him as best as I can.”
“I know that, Granddaughter, and that makes me s-o-o-o-o-o proud! Maybe some of the boys in your class don’t know Jesus and that’s why they say the bad words? Maybe you can tell them about Jesus during recess or after school. You could always give them one of the Creation DVD’s to watch. At the end of every DVD it tells people how to be saved. The Bible says in Matthew 12:34-36 that what is in person’s heart is what comes out of their mouth. Those boys don’t just need to stop saying bad words. They need a new heart. Only Jesus can do that!”
“That’s a great idea, Grandpa! I’ll try that tomorrow.”
And THAT is a true story!