Taking Aim

I’ve been dealing with an organization that had assisted me in paying for some classes. All the payments were paid except for the last one. Two years later, after forwarding on the requests for payment, the school asked the State Revenue to place a lien on my income and a hold barring me from receiving any State Grants for more schooling.

After three months of negotiating, the bill was finally paid by the organization. However the hold on receiving any State Grants is still in effect. The Head of the school’s Financial Aid office was contacted and the message passed back to me that I had to call the school and explain everything all over again and ask them to contact the state to fix this. 

Can someone say “Extremely Frustrated”? I wrote the organization a quick note nicely saying that this is their mess, they will have to finish cleaning it up. Please.

The anger and frustration I have felt over this situation reminded me of a story I had come across, again, just recently. It really hit home this time.


A young lady named Sally relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her Professor, who we’ll call Dr. Smith. She says Dr. Smith was well-known for his elaborate object lessons.

One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for another fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone who they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person’s picture.

Sally’s girlfriend (on her right), drew a picture of a girl who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend (on her left) drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased at the overall effect she had achieved.

The class lined up and began throwing darts, with much laughter and hilarity. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart.

Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn’t have a chance to throw any darts at her target, Dr. Smith began removing the target from the wall. Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus.

A complete hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus, holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced out. Dr. Smith said only these words, “In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me.” No other words were necessary; the tear-filled eyes of each student focused only on the picture of Christ.

“And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” Matthew 25:40

(Author Unknown) If you know who the author is, please let me know so credit can be given!

Father, please forgive me for my anger with those involved. I do not want to throw darts or anything else at them, now being reminded that I’m really throwing them at you. Please clear this matter up quickly and thank you for forgiving me. In Jesus name, amen.


About coalowl

My eyes are green, my hair is white and the rest changes without notice and frequently does! I've been a volunteer with the American Red Cross since 1972 and currently a MN State Certified Emergency Manager.
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