‘But I like telling things out! I don’t know how to keep them in!’
19 Understand [this], my beloved brethren. Let every man be quick to hear [a ready listener], slow to speak, slow to take offense and to get angry. 20 For man’s anger does not promote the righteousness God [wishes and requires].
I have a huge problem with keeping thoughts and stuff to myself. It gets worse when someone displeases me.
Case in point.
Dad gives me a ride every morning and after making sure there’s no car exiting, he pulls up into the side of the road and onto a street with apartments not very far away. So this Indian lady leave the apartment block and wants to join the road but she can’t. Why, my dad is blocking the entrance and the cars on the road won’t let my dad rejoin the morning traffic.
As I was walking off, this lady hoots. I stood, turned round and stared at her with my mouth slightly ajar. She notices and starts point and dad’s car. I don’t know she said but I eventually walked off. My dad is able to drive off and she joins the road and goes off in the opposite direction.
This took less than 45 seconds.
For a bit I wondered what was wrong with her and how honking was rude, but now that I think about it, I should have just continue walking. If anything I probably made her angrier which isn’t cool. And as verse 20 says, I did not promote the righteousness of God. If anything I should have apologized because from my behavior I was assuming that 1) it wasn’t an emergency and 2) she would understand and since I am not all knowing, is pretty foolish.
In as much as it was not verbal, this seemingly display of ‘anger’ is just wrong. Being angry or passive aggressive to someone who has wronged us is just bad. And I do this all the time. If I don’t like what someone have said or done, it will show verbally or non-verbally because I am anything BUT slow to take offence.
My take away from this is not to give people a piece of my mind until I have cooled off, sort God for it, and if I can brush it off, I will. If not, I need to make sure that my words of correction come from a place of love.
Me standing by the kitchen sink washing my hands. Someone comes and pushes me to the side.
Me: “Oh my gosh! Who raised you?”
I need help 😀