Love of My Life

We never know who might be watching; what people see or hear can be easily misconstrued. That’s the material tabloids and talk shows thrive on. I recall an incident in my own life. It was humorous at the time; yet, prophetic in what it portrayed. The idiom bears true; often there’s more than what meets the eye.

The Chittenango, New York high school boys coach doubled as health teacher. Passing his class in my sophomore year would provide an easy credit. I don’t recall all involved in an otherwise average day class period but do remember what took place after class dismissal.

Apparently, I had stayed to discuss something brought up during his lesson. Details have slipped my mind but what followed I do remember.

The coach had chalk in hand as we stood before the blackboard.

There, he wrote the following letters; P.F. & J.C. The set of initials represented my name of Pam Ford and that of Jesus Christ. A boy I had dated entered and glanced up at the blackboard before we both left and walked out into the hallway.

He quickly asked me a question.

‘Who is J.C?’

Hindsight reveals blackboard prophecy.

If I only I knew then what I know now…

I trusted Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord a couple years later. He is the love of my life.

“For we know in part, and we prophesy in part; but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away (1 Corinthians 13: 9-10 NASB).”