I’ve been blessed and honored to have women occasionally come to me for counsel about loving their husbands and children. I told my husband that sometimes I feel like such a hypocrite when answering them because, while I am aware what Scripture teaches about these things, I don’t always live it very well.
He smiles at me. Reassures me that the Lord is working in my life, and that nobody has things as perfectly worked out as they ought. True.
But, when someone asks me about honoring her husband, and I tell her that God requires that we honor them, even when we disagree…and then five minutes later I snap at my husband or proverbially roll my eyes…I wonder what on earth am I doing? How can I know what I’m supposed to do and totally disregard it because I thought he was rude. Or I am tired and have no patience. Or I’m afraid of what he is asking me to do.
What’s with that? What place do I have in teaching anyone anything when my life can be a total mess at times due to my sin?
For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate. Romans 7:15
It’s frustrating.
So, do we stop exhorting each other to godliness? As Paul might have said, “May it never be!”
How do we reconcile these two great differences between knowing what we ought to do and doing the complete opposite? I guess it comes down to repentance and moving forward. To not staying there in that place of eye rolling and frustration. Maybe tomorrow will reflect a little more the work of Christ in our lives.
It’s important that we don’t remain paralyzed by our sin, fearful of talking in love with each other because we know we are hypocritical. It’s the godly men and women in our lives who speak truth to us about living in a sanctified way that bring about the change that we can see daily {yearly?}. It’s when we all clam up because we don’t want to have others point their knobby little fingers at us and accuse us of being prideful and judgmental that we start to lose the battle.
Oh, and we really need to stop being prideful and judgmental.
Because someone points us to Scripture in the midst of bad decisions and a clinging to wrong thinking doesn’t mean they are judging us in that all too familiar, overused way. Our feelings might get hurt, sure. But isn’t that pride?
And we need to start being willing to have other women disciple us in godliness. Titus 2 exhorts the older women to teach the younger women…
to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.
One of the things I try to remember when someone brings a word of criticism or correction to me, when I’m in the middle of getting my hackles up, is that there actually might be a shred of truth in what they are saying. Even if they aren’t quite spot on, usually I can find some value in their words. As hard as it might be to admit. I have to confess that when the delivery is less than gentle, I have a really hard time receiving it. At least at first. When I am alone, considering the words, licking my wounds, I often can analyze things better and see their point.
And my heart breaks. Doesn’t yours?
My prayer is that godly women will continue to minister to one another, teaching things that are good. I fear that we have become a faceless society, throwing darts in a cryptic way on Facebook. Maybe it happens on Twitter, too. I don’t know. I’m never really on there. Others might not know what you mean. But you do. And the intended audience most likely does. But it isn’t done in love, with a heart to restore relationships. It’s just too much work to do that. And it’s scary.
So we hide behind our keyboards and throw darts. We might get 100 likes for a “godly” quote we share. But is our motivation to zing someone who obviously isn’t living it?
Or on the flip side, Do we look for zings that just aren’t there? Are we ultra sensitive to what others say, that even though they didn’t have us in mind at all, we find them guilty of thinking ill of us? Of judging us, when we were the furthest thing from their minds? Just maybe that is conviction from the Lord zinging us, pricking our conscience. Maybe. Can we consider that perhaps our friend didn’t grow horns and set out to offend us? And maybe consider those painful words as having a shred of truth in our lives also?
In Ecclesiastes 7:10, we are told
Do not say, “Why were the former days better than these?” For you do not inquire wisely concerning this.
But, boy, sometimes I think we had less occasion to offend when our many words to each other were limited to real live conversations. Please don’t let social media have such a place in your life as to destroy the gift of fellowship with one another. It happens all too often, it seems.
And, if you think I’m referring to you: I’m not. I don’t have anyone in particular in mind as I write this. I’ve not been offended. I am not harboring anger or frustration towards anyone.
As Faith often tells people: God loves you. Go in peace. {She really does!}
I’ve linked up over at Simply Helping Him and Cornerstone Confessions.