I’m working on a short story.
Wanna hear it?
Okay, here goes. . .
Once upon a time, maybe a month or so ago, in a location far, far – okay maybe not that far away, a person said something to Joyce.
The something that was said made Joyce really mad.
Joyce was so mad she could spit fireballs and smoke was coming out of her ears.
Joyce knew she was right.
Joyce wanted the world to know she was right.
She prayed for direction (and maybe some sweet vindication).
She desperately wanted to be heard.
She NEEDED to be heard.
Joyce realized regardless of who was right, the bigger issue was that her love was growing colder by the minute.
Joyce felt really sorry and realized she had no control over the other person, but that she could always control her own reaction. So she did speak, but she spoke in a way that gave her opinion without trashing the other person’s.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Okay, so maybe not so much short story and more just life in motion, but a true story nonetheless.
There is a lot going on in the world right now. . .
Were you team Hilary or team Trump?
Wait,did I go there too soon?
Okay, how about civics.
Where do you stand on the debate regarding law enforcement and race?
What is your stance on how terrorism should be dealt with?
If you’re breathing, you probably have an opinion on each one of these matters, with compelling reasons for why your opinions are the right ones.
These are all important issues.
Issues that affect communities and nations.
Issues that need to be talked about.
Issues that need to come out into the light.
We need to be heard. But our need to be right cannot override our love for people.
But Joyce, you say, these are really important issues.
Yeah. Yeah, they are. The future of our country, the upholding of justice, and human lives are all really important.
But what if in all of our arguing and trying to be heard, we are slowing tearing one another down?
And then, going from bad to worse, it will be dog-eat-dog, everyone at each other’s throat, everyone hating each other. . . . For many others, the overwhelming spread of evil will do them in—nothing left of their love but a mound of ashes.
Matthew 24:10 & 12
What if we gave people the freedom to make their own choice without the name-calling and volunteering to help them pack for the long trip to Canada.
My beloved friends, let us continue to love each other since love comes from God. Everyone who loves is born of God and experiences a relationship with God.
1 John 4:7 (The Message)
Easier said than done, huh?
How the heck do we speak up when the world has gone mad, and when we want to be heard?
I always find that coffee helps.
I mean, who are we kidding.
Coffee pretty much fixes everything.
Surround yourself with the reminder that God loves people.
And once upon time, you and I did too.
And you pray.
Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns.
Philippians 4:6 (The Message)
And trust God.
Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.
Philippians 4:7 (The Message)
Does that mean we shouldn’t talk about these things?
If it’s stealing your love for people, it’s not worth it.
I thought the whole Team Edward/Team Jacob debate was crazy but Team Trump/Team Hillary wins hands down. I gotta be honest, I’ve really struggled with this, the last few months. Holding my convictions in my hands without losing the love in my heart for people.
And funnily enough, it was Twitter that convicted me.
Yeah right Joyce.
No really – I promise.
Bill Johnson tweeted this: “This election is the most bizarre in my lifetime, yet it’s not confusing. The spirit of offense is robbing people of their ability to discern. Pray for wisdom, without the accusations. For wisdom, seeing from God’s perspective, is really all that matters.”
The man even tweets revelation.
So, you’ve made it all the way through this blog and here’s what I hope you take away from it today:
Your voice DOES still matter, and it’s okay to be excited if you were a part of Team Trump.
And it is just as okay to be disappointed and angry if you were Team Hillary.
And it’s okay if you voted third party and are disenfranchised with politics altogether.
I’m not here to tell you how to feel.
But the fact that you feel something means you cared.
So. . . take all the time you need to process this election, and remember that God works all things together for the good of those who love him.
He’s got this.
And he’s got you.
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Yes! Thank you for this. I cried actual tears this morning because I’m so sad at how people are treating each other. People are more important that opinions.