Or don't say it at all.
Unless you can discuss things with a right spirit you need to not talk about it.
Recently I was texting someone. He had asked and said he was trying to figure out, "If people's beliefs are based on the Bible, their upbringing or their own personal beliefs." He was curious, but mostly was looking for a way to prove me wrong. (T'was about my belief that thighs should be covered.) Said he couldn't find any verses.
So I sent him a few.
He started writing with all caps I felt like he was yelling at me, and got defensive. "I'm sure it's in the Bible for a reason." I said. That was true, but also very snotty sounding.
I don't know if it is shame I am feeling, or just the burn of knowing that I was not perfect.
(Remorse is healthy. Obsessing about a minor mistake is not.)
It is important to treat people kindly. Life as a Christian isn't about having the quickest come backs and the best arguments.
Feeling defensive is not a good reason to sound snotty.
I'm sorry.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Of Biking and My Awesome Neighbors
'The Bicycle Girl'
That's what some of my neighbors call me. When I'd not ridden for a while several of them mentioned that they'd been praying for me and had requested prayer at their small family church because, "We knew something was wrong."
Last week I met one of them in town at a car show, "This one." He said turning to my friend, "We usually see her 2 or 3 times a week." Then turning to me, "Where have you been?"
"My bike. It has a flat."
"I have an air compressor. Come by anytime when you see me working outside, and I'll blow it up for you."
I would say I was surprised, but I wasn't. They're neighbors and it was like him to offer.
"Sweet! Thank you! It's not just flat; it has a hole. I can fix it, but do you have water?" Was trying to find out if I needed to lug a bucket or just carry my patch kit...
Yesterday when I came home from work, Mom said, "There's a surprise for you in your room."
A new small sturdy air compressor with blue air tubes.
From my neighbors.
That's what some of my neighbors call me. When I'd not ridden for a while several of them mentioned that they'd been praying for me and had requested prayer at their small family church because, "We knew something was wrong."
Last week I met one of them in town at a car show, "This one." He said turning to my friend, "We usually see her 2 or 3 times a week." Then turning to me, "Where have you been?"
"My bike. It has a flat."
"I have an air compressor. Come by anytime when you see me working outside, and I'll blow it up for you."
I would say I was surprised, but I wasn't. They're neighbors and it was like him to offer.
"Sweet! Thank you! It's not just flat; it has a hole. I can fix it, but do you have water?" Was trying to find out if I needed to lug a bucket or just carry my patch kit...
Yesterday when I came home from work, Mom said, "There's a surprise for you in your room."
A new small sturdy air compressor with blue air tubes.
From my neighbors.
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