Yesterday morning, I exploded. My wife and I had a huge blow-up, and I exploded. Not the firecracker kind, not the M-80 kind, but the atomic bomb kind of explosion. I had been biting my tongue for months and all of the anger that has been building up inside me finally surfaced. And I’m not proud of it. I offended my wife, and I scared my 4 ½ year old son.I felt nauseous all day at work as the Spirit of God worked to crush me and my pride at the foot of the Cross. I wanted to justify my actions, point fingers at my wife’s actions, and not take responsibility for all I’d done. This time around was extremely difficult for me to admit my sinfulness, so I wanted to share how that transformation came about.
Because my mind was obviously reeling, I didn’t want to listen to the usual Christian programs I listen to throughout my work day. I was drawn to one talk program in particular, however. The host was Paul Edwards and he was interviewing the president of Peacemaker Ministries . The part that struck me was their conversation about “the gospel’s relevance for today and that it’s not simply a trail of historical events that occurred 2,000 years ago. Jesus Christ is the gospel. The person struggling with _____________ needs the gospel, and God is progressively sanctifying us every day. The gospel is very much for today.”
I didn’t hear an audible voice of God. Whatever you want to call that “voice” inside my head, though, was telling me, “You need Me Mike. You are broken and you need Me. Your wife needs Me. Your sons need Me.”
So, in a freeway median in my patrol car on this snowy day, I finally broke down and confessed my sin to God. I knew the next step was to confess it to my wife and son. In fact, my stomach was knotted all day because I knew I needed to apologize to both of them, but especially to my frightened son. I don’t have any memories of my father ever apologizing to me when I was a boy, and I was scared to death of him. I know he was sorry, but I now know I needed to hear him apologize way back then. My dad needed the gospel and I needed the gospel.
Today, I would be humbled and live the gospel (in spite of how badly I didn’t live it yesterday) to my wife and son. They needed the gospel, so first thing this morning I humbled myself before my pride regained footing and I apologized.
It wasn’t easy.
It didn’t solve all of the problems that rose to the surface, and it didn’t take away my sinful behavior, but it needed to be done anyway. I don’t want to flippantly dismiss my bad behavior by saying, “God forgave me so that’s the end of it.” I know I have a lot of work ahead of me.
The reason I share this is because I marvel that God could use two faithful ministers of His Word on the radio to break down my pride and sift through my anger and resentment to convince me I still desperately needed Him. The best part is the assurance that He has not given up on me and will not give up on me. (And I hope my family hasn’t or doesn’t either.)



