I felt embarrassed, but also guilty, because I knew the glass was there. In fact I was keen to demonstrate the illusion to my family, but I hadn't reckoned on my Dad getting that far out in front. I figured God would get me back for it, but He never bothered. I carried the guilt around for years.
Last week my wife and I attended the nursery school fund-raising auction. After several glasses of wine and a couple of arguments, a weekend in Suffolk came up. She sent me out from the warm glow of the room to get some extra cash.
I was angry about several things: being sent out into the freezing night, my wife's inability to keep sufficient cash on hand even though she spends all day with my cashpoint card, and her insistence that I also walk a quarter mile to buy her some rolling tobacco. I muttered my intentions to skip this errand even as I queued for the tobacco. Then I stomped back, cursing her under my breath. Then I ran into a market stall, splitting my nose. By the time I got back to the nursery school I had blood running down my face. My wife suggested a plaster, followed by rehab.
All the guilt about the previous incident with my dad suddenly left me. Thank you God.