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Scars Earned Along the Path of Forgiveness

I have a scar on my leg.  I earned that scar.  I was awarded the permanent reminder when I was about ten years old.  I was riding my bike with reckless abandon on the rough and rocky alleyway behind my house in Oak Harbor, Ohio.   In my mind, I was my favorite driver, Harold McGilton.   Driving a race car at Fremont Speedway and I was on the last turn, of the last lap getting ready to pass Jim Linder to win the race.  I had been there before.  I had made that pass a hundred times a day in my mind on that rocky road. Then the unthinkable happened, I lost control and suddenly I was thrown from the bike, flying through the air.  I landed on the sharp, jagged pieces of stone and rocks that paved that gravel road.

Besides a few scrapes and bruises, I had one nasty cut on my leg.  Nothing that needed anything more than some tender loving care from my mother and a good band-aid.  However,  I carry a scar on my leg to this very day.  Every so often, I look at it and it reminds me of a different time, a time of innocence and wonder.  I also look at it to remind me that this was a result of thinking I was invincible and over-confident in my abilities.  It was the start of a lesson that I have learned over the years.  I have learned that almost all the scars I carry on my body were the result of my own doing.  So when I use the term “earned”, I do not use that word as a way of indicating that I am proud of them.  I use that word, in short, to say, I am to blame for the damage done to my body.   I deserved them.

The same can be said of the scars I carry in my heart and in my spiritual life.  Those scars are mostly self-inflicted.  I “earned” them as well.   The result of losing focus and being over-confident in my own abilities.  Yes, my scars, physical or spiritual are almost all the result of my own doing.   Permanent reminders of my failures.

The physical body is very resilient.   With some tender loving care from your mother, a good dose of Neosporin and good band-aid most cuts, bruises and scrapes will disappear.  Nothing permanent except for a bad memory.  Unfortunately, in some situations, physical scars will remain.  The cut was just too deep or too wide for the tender care of your mother and the extra dose of medicine to take care of it.  Those scars will remain.   For the most part, over time, those same scars will fade and at times they are hard to see.

The spiritual body is not so resilient.  The self-inflicted scars that we incur on our spiritual body cannot be fixed by a band-aid and a heavy dose of Neosporin.   All of the bumps, scrapes, bruises, and cuts we experience in our spiritual life can indeed be fixed by the tender loving care of our God and the heavy dose of forgiveness that He provides.   When we ask God to forgive us for our sin and our transgressions, He does just that.  He forgives and He heals.  He no longer sees the scars of our spiritual life.  They are covered with forgiveness and love.

However,  the scars that God no longer sees are still in clear view for those around us on this earth.  Most times the only time I am reminded of the scars of my spiritual life is when other Christian’s point them out to me.  Which has happened more times than I care to remember.  God is faithful to always truly forgive, man is not.  It has been my experience that most Christian’s never really forgive other believers for the failures in their life.  It has been said that Christian’s are the only one to shoot and kill their own when someone fails in their spiritual walk.

This week I was reading from Matthew 18:21-35.     I  have read this passage many times over the years.  I never really ever got past the “Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me? How many times shall I forgive him? Seven times? and the Lord said, “I do not say to you seven times…but seventy times seven.”

But this week was different…I continued to read and really for the first time, I saw something I have never really paid attention to.   As I continued to read the parable that Jesus told about a servant who had an extraordinary debt to pay his master.  There was no way this servant was going to be able to repay that debt.   The master was forced to consider selling the servant, his wife, his kids, and all his stuff to help pay off what debt the servant owed.

This servant was pretty much in deep trouble, and he knew it.  He broke down, pleading with his master to have mercy and to have patience with him, and the master “took pity on the servant, canceled the debt, and let him go.”

But almost immediately, that servant went out, found his own servant who owed him money, and demanded that it be repaid. That servant, too, pleaded for mercy and asked for patience, except that the servant who had been forgiven DID NOT grant him forgiveness; instead, the servant threw his servant into prison until he could pay the debt.

Word got back to the master that the servant he “forgave” did not pass on the same forgiveness that was granted, and the master wasn’t happy.   He was so angry in fact, that he took back the forgiveness that he had given to that servant… “In anger, his master turned him over to the jailers to be tortured, until he should pay back all he owed.” Then Jesus offers these heavy words: “This is how my heavenly Father will treat each of you unless you forgive your brother from your heart.”

The message made me feel guilty.  That’s right…GUILTY.  That’s exactly what it should have done.

A long time ago, I was in the ministry.  I was an ordained minister, but I was not a pastor.  I believe that a man is “called” to be a pastor.  I never felt that “call” from the Lord to be a pastor.  But I was in the ministry as a Christian School Administrator and I loved the opportunity to teach from God’s Word when given the chance. I was in full-time service for over 12 years.  

I made a choice to resign from my ministry and change my path.  I simply walked away. To this day, I knew it was what I needed to do. People were not so accepting of it. Surely there had to be a scandal in there somewhere. For me, I just could not shake the feeling of failure when it came to my ministry. 

For those of you read this post that may remember that time in my life, I am sorry to disappoint you.  Regardless of what you may believe or may have heard, the stories and rumors are not true.  I admit I wasn’t perfect, but I did not leave the ministry because of affairs or inappropriate behavior, drug addiction or drinking were not my problems. God knows the truth and I will be accountable for my actions.  I guess because I did not give a speech about why I was resigning, led to the rumors. At the time, I chose not to defend myself, I became a bigger target. I regret that today.

I shut down and kept everyone and everything at a very safe distance.  There was a period of time, that besides going to work, I would not go out so that I would not (by chance) run into anyone I knew.  I simply withdrew and disappeared from the life I had known.  No one noticed.

Years passed.

They say time changes everything.   I guess in a way it does.  Slowly things got better.   I  started a new career in business management and have been working for a very successful company for over 20 years.

In 2009, two of my closest friends died and I  experienced some serious health issues.  It was time to settle some things in my head and in my heart.  I  knew I could not change the past.  I knew that there would always be permanent scars that would be a constant reminder of me resigning my ministry.  But it was time to get on with life and finally put the burden that I had been carrying for a long, long time down.   After a lot of prayers, I finally forgave myself and I have asked God to forgive me as well.  I now have comfort in knowing that He has forgiven me. But I can’t help but feel that there is something more to be said about the idea – the reality – of forgiveness.

I am learning that forgiveness doesn’t necessarily make things all better.When we are forgiven by God, it cancels our sin debt.  True.  But does it restore us to a full right relationship?   I don’t think so.   I understand that because I was a leader in the church, my failure was more profound.  My failure was public and when a leader falls there is more public scrutiny than if I had been an occasional or non-church goer.  The standard upon which you are held is higher because of the position in the church.  I get it…” to much is given, much is required”. I think that’s reflective of the way my Christian life is now: I am forgiven by God and forgiven fully.  I have that guarantee.  But I recognize that all is not well.

My life wasn’t made ‘all better’ when I  forgave myself or when I was forgiven by God.  People around me, brothers and sister’s in Christ are still dealing with me as a failed man.  Many of them to this very day have not forgiven me. I have men who are serving as pastors, deacons, and leaders in their respective churches that still will not talk to me to this very day.  I have tried to re-establish relationships with those who were my friends all those years ago and for the most part, it has been to no avail. There is tension. There is pain.  There are scars.   Forgiveness is not a band-aid you slap on an open wound.  And though forgiveness is something profound, it is not everything. Healing is a broader process in which forgiveness is a stage.

I mentioned earlier that the message from the parable made me feel guilty. Here is why.  I have to be honest and say that I struggle with my pride.  I still struggle with bitterness towards those that turned their back on me.  I want to convince myself that they are not worth it.  If they don’t offer forgiveness then maybe I should just let God deal with them when they have to face Him in eternity.  But in my heart, I know that I will not truly be free from this burden until I forgive them for the things I feel that they have done unfairly towards me.

My hope is that one day I can be restored and accepted so that I can begin to be used by God again.  If healing is the broader process in which forgiveness is a stage, then I am asking for forgiveness and giving forgiveness so that the healing may begin soon. I have something left to give. I long to teach a Sunday School class again.  But that is up to God’s timing.

Spiritual scars… I will always have them.  Some have faded with time, most still are as deep and evident as the day I earned them. But after a long journey on the path of forgiveness,  finally, I am at peace knowing that when God looks at me, He doesn’t see those scars anymore.

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The Passing of a Champion – Harold “Mac” McGilton # 81

This is a sad week for me.

Harold “Mac” W. McGilton, Sr., 74, of Fremont Ohio, died Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at Countryside Continuing Care Center surrounded by his family.

He was survived by his wife, Betty McGilton, Fremont, OH; children, Michael McGilton, Steve McGilton, Harold “Mac” (Maria) McGilton, Jr., Lisa (Randy) Hammer, Linda McGilton all of Fremont, OH; fourteen grandchildren; and twelve great grandchildren.

I first met Harold McGilton in the early 1970’s. I think I was about 11 or 12 years old at the time. It was a chance meeting and though it was a long time ago…I remember it like yesterday.

Harold McGilton did not know my name, nor did we ever communicate at any time over the past 35 plus years since that first night I met him. However, Harold “Mac Attack” McGilton had a tremendous influence on me during those early years. He just never knew it.

Who was Harold “Mac” McGilton?

Harold was a Welder and Steeplejack by trade…but more importantly he was a race car driver. Not just any race car driver…but my race car driver. I watched in awe as he battled the corners of Fremont Speedway with the likes of Al Franks, Jim Linder and others.

He began his racing career in 1956. Throughout his racing career, Harold won hundreds of features and set numerous track records. He was a two time Track Champion at Fremont Speedway. In 1975 he won the first Speed Week Championship and in 1976 was Co-Champion with Billy Cassella. He traveled to many surrounding states winning numerous titles and events. After retiring in the late 70’s Harold returned to Sprint Car racing, competing and winning at age sixty-five. One of his great accomplishments was leading and finishing third at the Master’s Classic in 1999 in Knoxville, Iowa.

As a young boy, when I rode my bicycle, I imagined that I was Harold making the heroic and dangerous pass on that final turn to win the race. His daughter, Lisa Hammer recently said, “He was a bridesmaid hundreds of times,” she continued. “It took him seven years to get his first feature win.” However, when I played with my “Matchbox” cars…I had a special car that was “Harold’s” car. It NEVER lost a race.

I am sure there were times when in my mind…I was more Harold McGilton than the real deal. He was larger than life and I idolized him.

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Little did Harold McGilton know that on that hot July evening, at the Fremont Speedway, that when he shook my hand he would have had such an influence on a young boy from Oak Harbor, Ohio.

Sadly, as I grew up, I moved on to other interests and other sports. Harold retired from racing.

I often wondered what he was up to and I always wished I could have made the connection with him again and tell him what a positive influence he had been to me. I wanted to tell him thank you for giving a young boy a hero to follow.

But as fate would have it…it never happened.

I came home from work this week and opened the newspaper and read the obituaries…and there it was… Harold had passed away.

In my life, I have traveled around the world. I have met a number a professional athletes, politicians and famous people over the years. I have even had the honor of meeting two Presidents and shaking their hands.  All of these people would be considered heroes for many people, but not for me.

I did not have to travel all around the world to find a hero…

He found me at a little dirt track in Fremont, Ohio.

Thank you, Harold.

Blessings to his family and may God give you peace and comfort in this difficult time.