The Brotherhood of the Second Cross was established on Father’s Day 2005 where 160 men stood before their wives and children to pledge themselves to purity, self-sacrifice, loyalty, and excellence. Today, hundreds more have joined the commitment.
The first step to learning from a mistake is admitting that you made one.
I’ve learned a lot from my dad–a process that remains ongoing. Among my middle school memories is what I would call a “no excuse” policy. When I would do something wrong, my dad would accept no excuses. I had my ideas of justifications–things I called “reasons”–but they would never change the outcome of whatever punishment was forthcoming. He was after a deeper truth, one that would leave a deeper impression on my mind than on my backside.
“You can’t learn from your mistakes until you admit you made them.” I sure wish he would have taught everyone that.
Today, we don’t seem to be required to acknowledge our part in our own choices. We can more easily be the victim of something–the situation, the dysfunction, or even a birth. Someone else, or the elusive something, are to blame. So my bad choices are the result of an unfair policy, or a genetic tendency, or the actions of another, or the events of my childhood, or…, or…,
So we don’t learn from our mistakes. And when we don’t, we destine ourselves to repeat them. Again and again, we make the same choices until now there seems sufficient evidence to claim our “uncontrollable” tendency is a disease or a birth defect. We must be made this way because we can’t seem to stop doing what we’re doing. So a mistake becomes a life path becomes a condition, and ultimately we can only blame God because He must have made us this way.
Maybe that’s the depraved mind Romans 1 describes at the end of the journey away from God. Not just debauchery or sinful patterns, but the belief that we had no other available road. It’s interesting that even secular solutions to addictions start with admission of a problem, but we’re not understanding if we call sin by its three-letter name.
So we keep on down the “road that seems right” and refuse to accept that our current mess is the promised destruction. Why? Because we wouldn’t admit our initial mistakes, and no one said we had to.