If you don’t watch the news, don’t listen to the radio, haven’t looked at a computer or a newspaper recently, and aren’t on social media of any kind, you may walk away unscathed and oblivious. Come back tomorrow for Finer Things. As for the rest of you?
Ugh. It is so loud in here!
I hear you. I hear all of you trying to shout over each other. Making your point heard and your stance known. Your well-intentioned certainties trampling over kindness and manners all in the name of “the truth.” Liberty and Justice for all.
I hear you, but I’m not listening, because you’re obnoxious.
And? I call bull.
My Jesus is the God of compassion. He sees right through your equal signs and your no-equal signs and your equal signs made into crosses and your eye-rolling arguments and your uneducated rhetoric and all the dadgum noise.
He knows your heart and your purpose, but would he recognize your screeching voice? Tone it down a little!
Meaningful, insightful discussions can be enjoyed with calm, quiet voices. I promise. I know, because I’m in the middle of one with a dear friend. We disagree. We explain. We learn. Slowly. Quietly. Respectfully. It can be done!
Stand up for what you believe in. Of course! But stand up with respect for your fellow man. Love for your friends. Compassion for the misunderstood, and quiet humility laced with heaping grace because I don’t care who you are, you’re not in heaven yet. Maybe… just maybe… you don’t know it all. (I certainly don’t!)
I do not care if you are right. I will never know if God Himself is directing your words, because I can’t hear past the noisy gongs and clanging symbols.
Does social media sometimes feel a little loud to you? Oh, and please don’t bring the debate into my Finer Things home. That’s not what this is about.