Nevin was in the habit of emailing his parents throughout the week as a way of updating them. His emails also served as a running diary of what was happening in his life without it being a formal diary. A newfound faith in God directed his path and he felt he had to share it.
“Mom, Dad, I’m excited to share my new convictions based on what I’m seeing. Job’s going well and it’s paying the bills for now until I can go into full-time ministry. Still questioning if that’s the right thing or not. I’m convinced God will have me working with children in some capacity in the future. My generation is failing them and they need strong, creative leaders to meet the challenges ahead for them. Lots of thoughts about that. I’ve told my pastor of my desires and he’s praying with me on the matter and guiding me along that path. He’s such a great mentor for me. So practical and approachable. I hope you get a chance to meet him some day.”
“Gotta run but I’ll leave you with what might very well be my life verse: Psalm 22:6.”
An hour later, his dad texted Nevin, “Everything ok, Son? Got ur email and was concerned.”
“Huh? Lol.” wrote Nevin pulling up his email again to see what he said that might’ve caused confusion.
“Your verse, Son, Psalm 22:6. Everything okay?”
Nevin scrambled to find his Bible.
“Psalm 22:6. But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.”
“Er, make that Proverbs 22:6, Dad. Proverbs not Psalms. Typo.”
“Proverbs 22:6. Train up a child in the way he should go: And when he is old, he will not depart from it.”
Typo. I, for one, don't believe in Freudian slips.