“We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.”
The morning started out quite normal. 5:30 am exhaustion, a check of email, scripture reading, and disgruntled children complaining about their siblings. We got in the car to head to school and the eldest was quiet. I should have known then she was a powder keg getting ready to explode…
So we park and walk and hugs are exchanged except for the eldest whose look of death has hit maximum capacity. We start to talk and in mid conversation she tells me that I appeared disinterested while she was telling me a story indicating to me that she thought I didn’t care. That may have been all well and good, but she hit the proverbial drop mic and exit button and started to walk away. This gave way to a conversation where I repeated every word she told me that day.
That’s not the point mommy. You weren’t interested.
Back up several hours in the midst of prayer about something completely unrelated when Jesus answers my prayer by telling me, the Truth is offensive. That stuck with me as I jotted it down, meditated on it and whisked the kids into the car. It ruminated inside of me until it slapped me in the face. I wasn’t offended because her comment was disrespectful, I realized I was offended because she was telling the truth.
You know, we get called out for all sorts of things. The Truth is deeper and wider than the words they speak. Like Jesus’s conversation with the Pharisee Nicodemus in John 3:12:
“If I tell you about earthly things and you do not believe, how will you believe if I tell you about heavenly things?”
My daughter was not upset because I wasn’t listening. She was upset because it appeared as though she didn’t matter, she was upset because in her eyes my actions didn’t celebrate her story. As many times as I’ve told her I will fail her, she still thinks I’m God. She still thinks she needs to be someone in my eyes. Being my daughter in of itself is not good enough. Are we not the same way with our heavenly Father?
I’ve written some controversial and some not so controversial posts on here. The ones I thought may garner the most discussion have not. The typical Christian positions on an array of social issues has sometimes been mere echoes. Most Christians agree on these things and so preaching to the choir sometimes has its flaws. The others may be disgusted but may not say anything since politics generally don’t have a common ground and those arguments are a dime a dozen. I have found that it is the writings that speak of this selfish, destructive and me generation that garner the most attention.
I can honestly say that the thoughts behind what I write have already been written by the Holy Spirit who speaks through me. I sometimes become afraid or upset because I’d like to write about the loving words in the gospel and run a blog that talks just about that. But the gospel is not all love, or at least as the secular culture understands it. It is about standing up for the truth and suffering for it, even if it means an untimely death.
Martyrdom may not exist so much in the physical sense here in the United States, but martyrdom is not just about death of the physical body, it is about so much more. The word has been used in everyday culture to paint a portrait or mockery as in “oh you’re such a martyr (roll of eyes)” but the word is deeper and painful. The spiritual person understands the martyrdom of the saints, the worldly person sees it as a cry for attention.
If we are living for Jesus, our words will be controversial even when we don’t mean them to be. The person on the receiving end of our declarations may think it is about them, when in fact it was never intended that way. That thought crossed my mind when my daughter said those words to me. Her statement was true, and that is why I felt convicted.
It’s a good time to examine our lives and ask ourselves why we are so offended. May there be some glimmer of truth in the words that hurt us? As much as we are followers of Christ and want to remain unseen, do we still yearn to be noticed by the world? We are sometimes just as guilty as the world.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on this topic. Thanks to Fat Beggars School of Prophets Blog for the quote and blending of this topic. To be continued…