Spring means the birth of new beginnings, but it also signals a dawning of mowing the lawn. For many, home improvement ideas begin to dance around in our heads – I for one.

My wife and I live in an older home, and we had a concrete pad in front of the side door for as long as I could recall. The thought occurred to me it would be nice to have a roof with support columns over that.

Having a contractor background, I calculated the material needed and began to build it with the blessings of my spouse.

All went well until the day came to apply the shingles.

It was a Saturday, a warm one, and as I placed the finishing touches on the day’s work I stepped back to acquire my work. I should have paid more attention to where the edge was, because my foot slipped over the side and down I went – falling some ten feet.

I didn’t remember much after that. I’m relying on what my wife said occurred.

She said I walked into the house and sat down at the kitchen table. My face was scratched up, my knee was bleeding, and I complained of pain in my side. Cindy asked me what happened. She told me I said, “I think I fell off the roof … I don’t know.”

After she’d cleaned the wounds, my wife said I told her, “I’d like to lay down for a while.” As I lay in bed, Cindy said I started talking nonsense. I asked her several times, “What happened?”

Her answer always was, “You fell off the roof!”

“What roof?”

“The porch roof, Greg!”

“We have a porch?”

Cindy said I then blurted out, “I think I may have a concussion!”

She asked me if I’d like to go to the emergency room, but I declined. According to her, I chose to take a nap with a cold cloth pressed to my forehead.

Things slipping your mind is a symptom of a concussion, an injury to the brain. I was fortunate to awake a couple hours later with no lasting symptoms.

A concussion is a serious matter and shouldn’t be taken lightly – I’d like to make that clear. Now that I’ve had time to reflect upon that, it brings me to my point and the comparison there of:

When we make mistakes, as we all do, we’re only a breath away from forgiveness. Asking God to forgive us of our sins is an easy thing – if we only try. When we do ask for forgiveness, He remembers the sin no more. I heard a minister once say, “He throws it into the sea of forgetfulness.” An analogy of God imposing a self-inflicted concussion upon Himself is what I compare it to.

Your relatives, or friends, never seem to forget – nor does the evil one. Remember that bonehead stunt you pulled? They may say.

God, on the other hand, can’t recall a thing. “What sin? You sinned?”

Greg Allen’s column, Thinkin’ Out Loud, was published bi-monthly from 2009 to 2017. He’s an author, a former nationally syndicated columnist and the founder of Builder of the Spirit Ministries in Jamestown, Indiana. He can be reached at www.builderofthespirit.org.

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