I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was hanging on every word coming out of the radio. An interview of a man whose son was murdered by the mother of his child was the cause of my amazement. By amazement, I mean the bad kind where you are dumbfounded at what another person has deemed proper and normal to life.
This man was being asked about the loss of his son and his answers seemed like the right ones. But something was amiss. There was no grief, no sense of wondering what he could’ve done differently, no longing for his son to be alive and with him.
Then it got bizarre. He began to make an appeal for employment, which seemed out of place.
Then he brazenly established that the employment would have to be under the table so he could still collect his government benefits. My jaw dropped . . . this was one of the most popular radio shows in Cleveland. Hundreds of thousands of people were hearing this along with me. Does he not know how much of a fool he sounds like?
The final statement was the last straw. When the interviewer asked him about his responsibility to father the children he was responsible for with a plethora of women, he simply made a sexual joke, which abruptly ended the interview. The interviewer even sat in silence. Even he knew his listeners needed a moment to gather themselves, even if it meant there would be dead air, which is a no-no in the radio business.
God’s Word unearthed itself in my memory:
“The way of a fool is right in his own eyes.” -Proverbs 12:15
That guy doesn’t even know he sounds like an idiot.
“… a fool flaunts his folly.” -Proverbs 13:16.
He thinks he’s exercising his wisdom, but he is parading his own stupidity.
But then the Holy Spirit kicked in and turned those thoughts inward.
About fifteen years ago I applied for my first “big boy” job. I hadn’t finished college yet. In fact, I was one of those guys who squeezed a four-year degree into seven years. The guy interviewing me for the job showed concern about the process I was taking in pursuing my undergrad. When he asked me if I had planned on finishing my degree soon, my response dropped his jaw:
“I dunno . . . uhhhh, maybe, if I need to.”
If that sounded careless, it’s because it was.
So the above Scriptures apply to me, too. Not just back then–but time and time again–and particularly in my judgment of the guy being interviewed on the radio.
Thanks be to God whose grace is sufficient for me when I’m an idiot.