Tuesday, April 27, 2021

The mouth, it's always the mouth...

My written communication skills are far superior to my verbal.
Oh, I don't mean I don't speak well
or have a proper command of the English language,
I mean I am not quickly comfortable in conversations.
I can make prepared speeches -
or even impromptu ones -
in front of thousands and enjoy it immensely,
I can reveal my heart to the world in blog form,
but social mingling,
whether with a single person or a small group,
leaves me quaking in my boots!
 
I am a relatively quiet person.
It normally takes me a long while
to feel comfortable sharing much of myself in conversation.
I do understand that those of you who know me well
and with whom I am comfortable
are scratching your heads in amazement.
Just think back to when we first met.
Polite, attentive, rarely commenting
revealing little personal depth when I did.

I especially dislike dissenting conversations,
even with those I know well.
My daughter is fond of saying 
I can call a person a dirty so-and-so in writing
and make them like it.
But I am lousy at conversational confrontations!
In writing, I have time.
I can form my thoughts,
write them down,
change the phrasing,
soften the words,
make my "tone of voice" gentle and kind.
However, because I avoid confrontation
and am more likely to just let things slide,
by the time I am willing to speak in disagreement,
I am too passionate and emotional to do it well.
 
And yes, I am a passionate and emotional person.
I do not apologize for that.
It is how God created me.
But His intention was for me to use my passions and emotions wisely,
for His glory and honor,
and my tongue cautiously,
not just act and speak on them willy-nilly.
 
A few months ago,
I had such a confrontation.
It was with a person with whom 
I was struggling to build a relationship -
somewhat unsuccessfully for reasons unknown to me.
One day, I was in the presence of this individual
who was speaking with my husband, not me.
And I commented.
Now, what I said was completely unoffensive.
But it was in disagreement with the person's opinion.
It led to a longer conversation.
One that we both found "appalling".
They said some things,
I said some things.
They wrote two letters to my husband,
who was part of the conversation,
explaining in explicit detail
how offensive we, I, had been,
that my comments were "horrible".

I didn't mean to be offensive.
But I offended the person
and that made it offensive.
And when I reflect honestly on the conversation,
I can see that some of what I said could have been heard offensively.

I was not wrong.
But it was inappropriate of me to speak.
And because I was so shocked at some of the comments,
my emotions and passion took over,
and my tongue was not controlled.
My comments did not change either of our convictions that we were in the right.
It did, however, confirm to them that they were right about me,
that they had been right in refusing a relationship with me beyond cordialness.
Now, the relationship I had prayed for and worked toward,
will very likely never be.
More, it appears to have cost me relationships with three people,
who have no doubt heard the other side of the story,
whom I love, admire, and deeply respect,
and with whom I had excellent relationships.
It is the only explanation for the cool politeness I now receive from them.
The cost of my speaking out was far too high!
 
The fact that what I said was true does not matter.
It probably did need to be said.
But not by me.
It was inappropriate under the circumstances.
And it was inappropriate from me.
Most egregious of all, I did not listen for 
the Holy Spirit's leading before I spoke.

Isn't that the way?
I suppose there are times when we feel we "got away with it",
when the consequences are not as obvious as they were in this case -
or as painful.
But just because they don't show
doesn't mean they aren't there!
 
I find that I remind myself in this instance
of a well-known public figure.
I agree with most of what he says,
but most of what he says
should be kept to himself
until he has had time to think and get some advice on how to say it -
advice which should be heeded.
This is not the person I want to be!
 
The Book of James
has been my "go to" for many years
when dealing with the issue of my passionate emotions and tongue.
I have read and reread it so often
that I have it memorized in a couple translations.
And yet...
 
Lord God, help me to learn!
 
My dear brothers and sisters,
always be willing to listen and slow to speak.
Do not become angry [emotional] easily,
because anger [emotion] will not help you live the right kind of life God wants. 
 
~~ James 1:19-20 NCV ~~ 

Friday, April 2, 2021

Oh how He loves you and me!

I want to talk about love.
Love is good!
In fact, love is GREAT!!!
I love love!
But I have come to the conclusion that
most people don't understand the difference
between love and affection.
And there is a difference!
A HUGE difference!

You see, affection is that warm squishy feeling.
The feeling that makes you weep when you hold your newborn.
That feeling that makes you swell with pride
when they walk across the stage.
That feeling that gives you butterflies
when "he" walks into the room.
That feeling that overwhelms you
when "she" walks down the aisle toward you!
Affection is what I get out of love.
It feels good!
It warms me to my core!
It's easy!

As long as things are going well.

Affection is the emotion of love.
And emotions are fickle!
They can quickly turn from warm and squishy
to hurt or anger or hatred.

But love,
love is different.
Love isn't what you get
it's what you give!
And sometimes it's really, really hard!

Love is what you give to that sweet newborn
who has turned into a sassy teenager
and you don't "take her out of this world".
Love is what you give when "he" has said or done
something insensitive and hurtful
and you forgive ~
and diligently work to forget! ~
instead of making him pay.
Love is what you give when she comes home
with three new outfits ~ 
and shoes and purses to match~
and you tell her how beautiful she looks in them
rather than saying that she spends too much.
Love is what you give to someone with whom you disagree,
and maybe don't even like very well.
Love is what you give when you stay
even though it would be easier to go.
Love is what you give to those 
who behave badly.
And it is what's given to you
when you are behaving badly!

Love is a gift you give ~
and receive ~
when what is felt
tells you to behave differently than you want to or should!
Love is that thing that God gave
in the gift of His Son,
that thing that made Jesus 
not call 10,000 angels to take Him off the cross.

As I have thought of Jesus during this Holy Week,
the adulation of the crowds,
the Last Passover Feast He would celebrate as a man,
the arrest, mockery of a trial,
the abandonment and betrayal from those who knew Him best,
the cross,
"My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
the tomb...
I am awed that He loved me so much!
 
I find myself thinking of Peter,
with whom I identify strongly,
and wonder, would I have said,
"I don't know Him!"
I think of my impassioned emotions
saying how I love Him,
how desperately I want to be His reflection
in all I say and do.
And I wonder.
 
I wonder if I love as He loved,
no matter what.
Enough to forgo my own wants and needs
for those who dislike me,
don't appreciate me,
turn on me.
I wonder.
 
May God's Spirit so fill me
that I would willingly climb on a cross
if He asked me to!
Not just for those who give me warm, fuzzy emotions,
but for those I struggle to love.
 
Teach me, Daddy God, to love well,
to love as You love!