What if the worst thing I ever did to you was to NOT tell you how wrong you really are?
What if in being your friend, in loving you, in living life alongside of you, I was too caught up in not being pushy and not causing you more to deal with that I didn't tell you the truth?
What if the "little" thing that we don't talk about is what would actually make your life different?
What if it isn't about what works for you? What if I really am right? And you are really wrong?
Would it be that bad if that's the worst thing I ever did?
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This series of questions grew out of some people watching/listening, oddly enough with VERY different situations: trivial errors at work/perfectionism and ways you do things with the same end result, how you treat others/raise children, finding health and salvation itself.
I was shocked, intrigued and honestly heart-broken that everything seems backwards. Is it really considered more important for me to prove I am right when someone just made a mistake than when you are harming yourself or someone else (even if you don't think you are). What if you are influencing a child in a way that will make their life harder? And wow...when Hell vs a loving God comes into play, it is the worst possible thing for someone to help a friend see the Truth.
Where did all of the absolutes go in this world? The scale is so backwards....who cares if you are right about the stuff that won't last? It is hard for me to watch you hurt yourself/others when I see that you are refusing to deal with the real issue. I am sorry that it offends you, but I still want you to know the Peace, Comfort and Hope that comes with a personal relationship with God. <3
As I mentioned, these questions came to mind with a trivial mistake where people were appalled that I found it so trivial and did not "prove" myself, but it made me ask myself, "when do I need to make sure people know when they are wrong?" Seems simple.
That was the beginning. As I observed so many other situations, I kept hearing the same things I had thought during my trivial situation. And my mind pondered the questions as people (including myself) avoided confronting people they care about...many times because they knew that the receiving party would not actually receive this truth. I kept envisioning apologizing to friends after everything was said and done for withholding the secret to the situation. It is one thing to be confronted about not telling a friend that you knew they made a mistake, but what if they harmed themselves or had hurt someone else so much or...died or...went to Hell...and you said nothing. What if...
**It bothers me even more how many times I avoided typing things out during this blog. Sigh. I would try to skirt the issue even as much as it infuriates me...too worried to hurt someone's feelings or upset them to say what I know is true.