Occasionally comes a conversation I may wish the next day didn't exist.
Just had lunch with a spunky-hearted friend. I love seeing her at church on Wednesdays, Sundays and on social media. We pass each other in the hallway by the sanctuary with hearty hellos. In the Facebook world we give each other the "little blue thumbs up" in agreement with the other's post. We don't, however, agree on everything.
We caught a glimpse of the infamous George Zimmerman trial today while sharing chips and salsa.
Blast!
I told myself I wasn't going to mention it, but I knew immediately I was lying. It came out something like "I'm going crazy watching this trial". The response included a request for my thoughts on the case. I knew I was treading on shaky ground. The George Zimmerman trial is so emotionally charged. If you've watched it or read about it for a few minutes, you probably have an opinion. I have, (though I promised myself I wouldn't) read every article written about the case. I have watched much of the trial live. I shout at the TV and shake my head in disagreement. I growl and Google information to prove a reporter's information incomplete or erroneous.
I care so much I tell myself. I'm passionate and intense.
There are causes and issues that often times steal my heart.
Abortion? (I can barely type the word it's so emotionally weighted).
Alcohol abuse-How much alcohol is ok?
Homosexuality-Do people living the lifestyle belong in boy scouts? Should they be allowed to marry?
Racism/Reverse Discrimination- Does everyone discriminate to an extent?
Child Abuse -What constitutes Child Abuse? Is it ok to spank your kid?
I read the news. I read the Bible. And I think. I consider both sides of an issue, turn it into black and white, and I make my stand.
I find the bottom line; the line that's toed by people who stand for goodness (in my holy opinion).
It's good to know right from wrong; surely everyone thinks they do.
It's good to know the bottom line.
But behind every bottom line there are people; some on my side and some that aren't.
My facts and figures wound tight in my emotions make that bottom line so large in my vision that the people behind the bottom line become hard to see.
More important than facts I can easily recall from forensic experts in the Zimmerman trial, are the broken families. Both sides. Behind the bottom line, you have one family who has lost their son, and one family who fears, no matter the verdict, that their son will, in a sense, be lost too.
Right is right. And wrong is wrong. But aren't people who are, in our mind, wrong, more important than our being right?
If people don't know that we love them, nothing we have to say matters.
23 ........ don’t get involved in foolish, ignorant arguments that only start fights. 24 A servant of the Lord must not quarrel but must be kind to everyone, be able to teach, and be patient with difficult people. 25 Gently instruct those who oppose the truth. Perhaps God will change those people’s hearts, and they will learn the truth. 2 Timothy 2:23-26
"Gently instruct" comes finally after Don't get involved. Don't quarrel. Be kind. Be able to teach. Be patient.
I genuinely love people, but there have been times they have come after the bottom line.
Lord help us to remember that there are people behind the bottom line. Help us to understand that, really, people are the bottom line.
We pray that our helping people to know you, and trust you, will always be more important than anything we know.
Dedicated to my brother; my favorite person to argue with.