Don’t Make a Stnank!

Don’t Make a Stnank!

When I was a kid I loved to write (go figure).

When I was a kid, I was horrible at spelling (again, go figure).

I hated the thought of other people seeing when I made a stnank. It terrified me.

Whenever I spelled something wrong, I’d black it out.

Seriously. I would black it out.

I’d rub my pencil over the misspelled word as many times as I could. As hard as I could. Over and over again, until all you could see was a ugly, nasty black spot on the page.

When I got into elementary school, my teachers told me that it would be fine just to draw a line through the misspelled word and write the correct word next to it. But I didn’t want to cross it out. I wanted to black it out!

The other day in Philosophy class (because I go to school now), I was taking notes. I’m the only person on the planet that will ever read these notes, and I noticed I still black out my mistakes stnanks! I don’t even want to see my stnanks!

I started thinking about how spelling words wrong isn’t the only stnank I like to black out.
I try to black out all my stnanks.
All my sin.
But I can’t.
I just end up with ugly, nasty black spots all over.

And I’m not the only one who tries to hide my stnanks sin.

Read Genesis 3 to learn about Adam and Eve’s stnank, and how they tried to black it out.