Snarky. The last two blog posts I attempted to write were incredibly snarky, and probably inflammatory. They both were inspired by real-life, snark-inducing events. While I doubt that the subjects of those posts would ever read my blog, if they DID happen upon it, they surely would recognize themselves in my words. I don’t want to be that blogger who uses my posts as a virtual diary, so raw and transparent that they serve no purpose but to vomit out the angry contents of my brain with no attempt at finding any redemptive lesson in the thing.
As I’ve contemplated these two blog-inspiring events, I did see a common thread, and perhaps even that redemptive lesson.
I have a sister who is nearing the end of her teenage years, eagerly anticipating the end of her drama-filled high school days. I wish I could assure her that the drama does, indeed, vanish when you hit adulthood. I wish. These two recent events in my life, one of which is actually a long-term situation rather than a single event, are full-on adults-causing-drama events.
1) Adult person hates myself and all of my adult immediate family members for no apparent reason, with no explanation. “Hates” is my word, not theirs. But they have cut off all contact with us, defriended us on facebook (and we know that facebook friendships can be merely perfunctory, with no real value….even that was intolerable to this person), avoided being in the same place as us.
2) Man-boy (technically an adult, but barely) verbally abuses someone I love (among other unmentionable offenses), and makes disparaging remarks about my children. Man-boy is a product of his environment, but as he is an adult, that excuse doesn’t fly with me. Time to suck it up and act like a decent human being.
Both of these situations can be attributed to the offenders being
jerks ignorant petty <—ok, truthfully, those things, too, but mostly they are….
Broken. They are sad, and miserable, and broken. That is the only reason I can think of that a grown person would participate in such drivel. There may be a small percentage of adults that actually like drama, and even thrive on it, in the same way that many teenagers do (you know, the ones who are always simultaneously posting about how much they hate drama and giving a play-by-play of the intimate details of their lives). But I do not believe that the majority of adults fall into this category. (For the sake of humanity, let me be right about that!)
No, the ones who continue to lash out in hateful and hurtful ways….they are broken. And guess what? Bottom line is, they need Jesus. They need Him just like I need Him, to make them whole. I have to remind myself of that, when these things resurface, as they always do, and threaten to disrupt my happy world with nastiness and hurt. I need to see them as Jesus sees them. And even (gasp) love them.
I’m not in a position to love either of these people in an active sort of way. They are not directly part of my life, nor do I wish them to be, for the time being. But I can dial down the reciprocating animosity in favor of compassion. I can dismiss the ranting in my brain in favor of a quick prayer for them. In fact, whenever I feel my anger rising again, I can combat it by praying for them. There is peace available from my Savior. For them, and for me. Thank you, Jesus.