One day when my son Tommy was in the first grade, I received a phone call asking me to come to his school right away. A boy had thrown a rock while the children were on the playground, and it had hit Tommy in the eye. As I hurried to the school, I turned to God in prayer. I asked to be guided by love in all that I said and did—and this included loving the other boy, too. It didn't matter what the circumstances were. I knew that both of these children were part of God's creation and that this creation could consist only of good—because God is totally good.
Both these children were part of God's creation.
When I arrived at the school, Tommy looked terrible. He was bleeding pretty badly and said he couldn't open his eye. I put my arm around him and told him that was OK—he didn't need to open his eye right then. I suggested, instead, that he focus on the ideas he had been learning in Sunday School. We talked about the fact that, as the child of God, he was completely spiritual. And you can't hit something spiritual with a rock. As we discussed this, Tommy began to calm down.
