Don’t take it personal bro, you’re supposed to be dead. Dead men don’t cry. Iron sharpens iron. Blessed ARE the wounds of a friend. I’d rather offend you than watch you be bankrupt as a believer! We aren’t judging as God judges, but we are inspecting fruit…and yours stinks!
I know, I know…the guy who typed that shotgun paragraph has been beaten and shot for not being “nice” and he certainly won’t get many people to listen to him. However, there does need to be some way to handle the simple task of getting our feelings hurt in the Body of Christ. The loving bending over the knee. The chastening or discipline that only happens when you are cared about enough to not be left alone. I mean, if God only spanks the kids He loves, what happens if you are never spanked…or never allow yourself to be spanked.
This is not a party, it’s a fight…the world, the flesh, the devil are NOT your friends. Pretty much all entities on this selfish rock want you to constantly turn the conversation back to you, the attention to you, putting YOU on the pedestal. It is sheer and total lunacy to think that we can go through life, let alone a Christian or Spirit-filled one, without getting it wrong sometime and needing correction. Here’s a zinger that might be highlighted in Sharpie in your Bible: “…He who hates correction is stupid”—Proverbs 12:1 (NKJV).
And we all learned in elementary school that calling someone stupid is not nice. But sometimes, when we are really being boneheaded, stiff-necked, hard-hearted, or stubborn…we need the right, jolting words to jerk us from, well, stupidity. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to die stubborn and mean and later bow at Jesus’ holey feet and attempt to give excuses why I basically rejected His methods of growth. It sounds ridiculous and idiotic to even think about doing that, but that is what we are heading for when we despise His correction.
So, flawed friend and failed comrade, you are in good company. Hebrews says that nobody likes being disciplined or told “no,” but lets just get used to being wrong. Lets pray for a broken and contrite (flexible) heart that can be taught, molded, or shaped by better hands than ours. Let’s suck it up, grow up, and be who God wants us to be. Honestly, it would be better to do it now…cuz we’re gonna cry uncle someday, might as well be today.
Next time a brother or sister (no!) corrects you or, egad, rebukes you or even tells you they think you are wrong…stop and wonder if maybe they are right. Maybe, just maybe, God is using someone even less mature than you or younger than you or someone you just don’t like to SET YOU STRAIGHT.
Do not, dear friends, think of yourselves more highly than you ought. No your place as a servant, yea even a bondservant who has willingly waved his rights. The Lord grows close to the HUMBLE, but resists the PROUD.
Go ahead guys, go out there and be wrong, be offended, get the swat on the rear that is long overdue. Remember, what we lose in our failures cannot be compared to the strength we gain in getting back up.