I want to share a short story with you that happened in my home recently that was a great reminder to me of the simple truth that none of us is exempt from making mistakes (and having them known by others). But in order for this story to make sense, I need to give you the context.

This summer I was involved in a major overhauling of our ministry's website,
http://www.bebroken.com/. We updated a lot of content, changed the navigation structure, and just gave the whole site a face lift. I was the one who actually did most of the changes. One of the components of this massive project was to bring our radio broadcast, Pure Sex Radio, under the umbrella of the Bebroken.com site. To do this required some redirecting of website links to point to the right audio files for all our listeners to access. In the process of doing this, I made a HUGE mistake and ended up deleting ALL our broadcasts off the Internet! Yikes! It took over two weeks to correct the mistake and get all the broadcasts uploaded for our listeners to find. Needless to say, I was stressed and, well, a bit grumpy.
I discovered my error (deleting all the broadcasts) right before sitting down to dinner one day. I was going through a sort of mental log for the day and it hit me what I had done. After a few minutes of, "Oh, no! I can't believe I did that!" I quietly took my plate of dinner into the living room, sat in the corner, and ate in silence (other than the soft, sporadic mumbling I was doing under my breath). I sat there trying to figure out how I would correct this monumental mistake, and how to get through the rest of the evening without dumping a carload of shame onto my already fragile psyche.
This whole scene was witnessed by everyone in my family; wife and kids. I eventually pulled myself together after dinner and went on with as normal an evening I could muster. The next day I went to work, rolled up my sleeves, and got busy with the task of making things right.
Fast forward a couple weeks and you will arrive at the story I really want to tell in this post. I was joking around with my oldest daughter, Haley, telling her how great her mom is. In the course of joking I said, "Mommy doesn't make mistakes, right?" We both laughed (but not loud enough for her mom to hear). Then I continued to joke, "And, of course, you know that I don't make mistakes, right?" Haley laughed (even harder than when the same comment was made about Mommy) and said, "Sure you make mistakes, Dad!" Not content to let the joking stop there, I continued, "Oh, c'mon. When have I ever made a mistake?"
Haley paused, put her index finger on her chin, and gazed toward the ceiling. A fraction of a second later, her eyes lit up and she said enthusiastically, "Remember when you deleted all those files off your computer? That was a BIG mistake, right?"
"Touche" was all I could think to say, even though no words came out of my mouth. The truth is we all roared with laughter, catching our breath periodically to take in the profound truth that my daughter didn't even know she uttered. We ALL make mistakes. At that moment I was glad to know that my transparency about my mistakes could actually pull us together as a family in a fun moment, but I was also deeply thankful that God's grace has covered much more serious mistakes during my life. This fun, jovial encounter with my daughter was a great reminder that I am never above the reality that mistakes are part of life, my life.
Do you have a story where you have been reminded of your mistakes? How about talking with somebody about it and finding comfort in the limitless grace of God?
Your friendly mistake-maker,
jonathan