Bonehead

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. (Proverbs 17:22 ESV).

Larry Terherst tells a wonderful story of a prison inmate he taught. His name was Alvin C. Hass. The other inmates in the prison class didn't use the name "Alvin Hass" when they introduced him. They introduced Alvin as "Bonehead." Here is his story of “Bonehead”:

Immediately, I felt uncomfortable with Alvin's nickname. The tall, soft-spoken inmate wouldn't look at me as he shook my hand. Needless to say, "Bonehead" was bald-headed. The hair that he had on the sides went way down past his shoulders. I felt as though I were staring at him and tried not to look. But there was a large (and very intimidating) tattoo on top of his baldhead. (Yes! A tattoo on his head!) The tattoo was of Harley-Davidson wings and covered the entire top of his head. As a teacher, I try to maintain excellent composure during stressful times, and I made it through that first day of class. At the end of the period, "Bonehead" slipped me a note while he was filing out of the classroom. I thought, "Oh no! He's telling me that I'm going to be 'taken out' by his other "Harley" buddies if I don't give him a good grade or something like that." A little later, I had a chance to read the note. It said, "Teach (he always called me "Teach"), breakfast is an important meal and if you're not in by then you're in big trouble! - Bonehead, the Mountain Hippie." Bonehead completed a series of six classes with me over many months. He was an excellent student who seldom spoke. However, he handed me a note nearly every day with some type of saying, tidbit, anecdote or other wise advice for life. I looked forward to receiving them and became a little disappointed if by chance he didn't give me one. I still have them all today. Bonehead and I clicked. Somehow, I knew that each time I opened my mouth to teach, he understood me. He silently soaked up everything I said. We were connected. At the conclusion of the course, each student received a certificate. Bonehead had completed the course doing excellent work the entire way through and I was excited to give him his certificate. We were alone when I presented his certificate of completion. I shook his hand and briefly told him what a pleasure it was to have had him in my classes and that I appreciated his hard work, excellent attendance and superior attitude. His response stayed with me and continues to make a deep impression on my life. In that soft voice of his, Bonehead said, "Thank you, Larry. You're the first teacher in my life that ever told me I did anything right." As I walked away, I was awash with emotion. I could hardly hold back the tears thinking that in all of Bonehead's growing-up years, no one ever told him he had done anything right.

“At-a-boy” is a phrase we use all too seldom. Perhaps the reason why most of us don’t compliment and encourage others lays in our own sense of weakness. When I pastored First Baptist Church, Mt. Pleasant, I had an older man who never failed to present me with an encouraging word before each morning sermon. I. C. White was one of God’s very special people for so many reasons. He was comfortable with himself and therefore he could make others comfortable around him. No one of us will ever be perfect, however as we find ourselves at rest within Christ, we can find a peace that will make it possible for us bring others to the same sense of rest. There are many “boneheads” around us who simply need to hear a good word. Start by hearing a good word from your heavenly Father who loves you and will never leave you alone. He has made you very special in His eyes. Celebrate that uniqueness and pass it on to others.