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Mentors Matter

Four! That's how old I was when I learned mentors mattered. Don't think more highly of me than you ought. I was not a precocious child with wisdom beyond my years. Instead, I learned it the hard way. One sweltering summer day when I was playing outside, I saw an older neighborhood boy zoom past me on his bike. Wanting to feel the thrill of the hot dry wind blowing through my hair, I went to the garage, took out my older sister's bike, and hopped on it. When I climbed up, I tried to steady myself by pushing the left pedal down with my left foot so I could lift my right foot up and onto the other pedal so I could propel the bike forward. But when I did, the front wheel jackknifed flinging me over the top of the handlebars landing me flat on my face. Too stunned to cry, I untangled myself from the bike, brushed the gravel off my knees and elbows, and put the bike back. I wanted to pretend nothing happened. But when I went into the house to get some Band-Aids for my cuts, I looked in the mirror and saw gashes, bumps and bruises on my bloodstained face and knew I couldn't.

That day I learned that mentors matter. I thought I could successfully ride my sister's bike by relying on myself, but when I tried, I fell flat on my face. King Solomon said, "Two are better than one because they have a good return for their work; if one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!" (Eccles. 4:9-10). That day I had no one to pick me up and everyone who saw my wounded and tear stained face pitied me. Yes, the weeping eventually came; it always does when we try to go it alone. That incident was the first among many that taught me to humble myself and surround myself with godly mentors.

Have I fallen on my face again since that incident? Not physically, but I have metaphorically – many times. And I have had many bumps, scrapes and bruises to my ego as well as a few shed tears along the way. But today I no longer bandage myself up and pretend nothing happened. Instead, I humbly confess my sins and let my mentors pick me up and put me back on my feet again.

Soli Deo Gloria ~ Patty

Patty Houser is a writer, teacher, speaker and Christian apologist who has a passion to equip women to share and defend their faith in a culture hostile to Christianity. She holds a M.A. in Christian Apologetics from Biola University and a B.A. in Psychology from the University of Minnesota. Her passion stems from her own spiritual journey when she surrendered her life to Jesus Christ after a 10 year journey through the world of Christian apologetics.
pattyhouser.com | patty@pattyhouser.com

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