I’m just going to start with it.
Good golly, Miss Molly.
As a writer, I pray that my life matches my words. We all know it’s humanly impossible for me to live purely and consistently – doing exactly, every minute what I talk about with you. Like being brave or less worried about clutter.
Sometimes I do swing for the fences, working toward a life that honors God all the time, 100%. But the truth is this: if you’re batting 1000, you probably went up to bat only once or twice.
Unfortunately, we do not have that liberty. We go to the plate every single day. And living is just so daily. Most of the time, it’s the same old same old. Same drama in the news and at home. Same people talking too much, others not enough. Same people being hurt, same people being promoted.
This isn’t a political statement. It’s just true.
So, occasionally I return to my own words as a reminder of what I said and promised. I have to be diligent about walking the talk. And, of course, I crash and burn spectacularly in almost every category of life.
This morning, I re-read My 3-part check-up plan. If you don’t remember or didn’t see it, the short version is this: Do I love everyone?
I published that on January 20, 2017. Yeah, not even three weeks ago.
Please don’t ask me about all the times I felt less than love for someone. Reliving some of the more growl-y moments scrolling through Facebook is painful and embarrassing.
And that’s not all about politics either. Have you seen some of the nonsense that gets shared – endlessly? And some of the evil that happens right in front of our noses – in our own neighborhoods? And some of the “comments” which are simply rants and insults disguised as “opinion”?
What is happening?
I am equally annoyed by people who believe that there are quick fixes to every problem and those who believe that there is no hope because the world is just going to hell in a handbasket. Grrr.
Ok, some of it is political, too.
But I think you’ll find me nothing short of amazing. In fact, you could bet long money that I can break all speed and distance records when it comes to “jumping to conclusions.” Sometimes I can decide whether or not we can be friends simply by a single “thumbs up.”
And the effect of those assumptions makes a non-refundable impact on my commitment to love everyone.
Sure, I often change my mind, soften my initial knee-jerk reaction, and get to know the thumbs-uppers. Maybe I don’t meet them – literally or virtually – face to face, but because we have a mutual friend, I make peace with them. Good for me.
Of course, it’s not just social media. I find myself growling when I’m trying to turn left in traffic or while I’m shopping or standing in the USPS line.
But, honestly, my lovelies, what a waste of time and emotional energy.
I’m not sayin’ that we are gonna all be friends. I’m not sayin’ that we are all gonna EVER agree.
But that is absolutely not the point. The point is that we are called to love. Not “like” or “follow,” not get coffee with, not agree with, not excuse, not condone. Just love.
As I write these words, I hear the sound of a record skipping – “gotta love…” “gotta love…” “gotta love” “gotta love…” “gotta love…” “gotta love” “gotta love…” “gotta love…” “gotta love” “gotta love…” “gotta love…” “gotta love”..
Maybe I’m the only one that needs to hear the same message over and over.
But I’m pretty sure we all need a little nudge every once in a while: