Have you ever been in a group and one of the most influential people decides to ridicule either a member that is absent, or one you know is an easy “target.” What do you do?
I do not like confrontation, but I hate even more when I see someone, even if they are bigger and/or more important than me, being the butt of someone’s joke. I have always been this way, I have considered it “defective” because, honestly, who am I? Why would anyone care…if I care?
I was talking to someone about this exact subject last week. I tried to stick up for someone years ago and it went no where. Again, who am I? Who really cares what I think? And then God…
“If a person sins because he does not speak up when he hears a public charge to testify regarding something he has seen or learned about, he will be held responsible.” Leviticus 5:1
In my time with my Heavenly Dad, he gave me this. Wow! I am not defective (well, at least in that respect 😉 ). In the quiet He was whispering about the sin of silence. He went on to tell me that when I do feel the knots in my stomach, when the “inside jokes” are being told, that is His love coming out to protect His children. He went on to explain that if I suffer in silence, hurting for that person or persons, it will eat away at my joy. I will loose myself in resentment and bitterness.
“Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will grow to become in every respect the mature body of him who is the head, that is, Christ.” (Ephesians 4:15).
Sooo, let me get this straight, if I don’t speak up, I will not grow to maturity in Christ? It will stunt my growth? How does that work?
Sometimes I think it would be great to be a toddler. What cares do they have? All of their needs are provided for: food, shelter, toys, medical care, clothes, and they are always happy, right?
I was at the Depot the other day waiting for Taylor and this little person was screaming at the top of their lungs. They were in the cart, safe, no worries about how they were going to pay for what was in the basket, they had had their lunch, the vehicle in which they ridden hadn’t broken down, so, why were they crying? According to the previous paragraph they are always happy, aren’t they?
This was a reminder that if I had everything the world says is important and that I think I need, I still would not be happy. I would find something as a crutch, something to complain about: I’m tired, life is hard, this isn’t the path I signed up for, I didn’t ask for chocolate ice cream I wanted strawberry, blah, blah, blah. Let’s face it, though all of his needs and most wants were provided, the toddler was stuck in the cart. I don’t want to be a toddler. They do not have the freedom for adventure or self-expression. They cannot achieve either until they reach a certain level of maturity, and that brings us back to the beginning of this post. Did you see the circle?
I cannot be the person God needs me or I want to be if I do not grow in maturity in Him. I cannot grow unless I am obedient to Him, attend to those knots in my stomach, and speak (the truth in love) up for the defenseless (even if technically they could defend themselves if they were there).
It’s nice knowing I am just a tad less defective than I originally thought.
In battling my attacker this morning, through music, my Heavenly Dad gave me this:
Until tomorrow, Blessings!