Original first draft of the Emancipation Proclamation |
Your true friends, who are they? The imperfect one says this to himself, and his true friends:
"Understand something please... you are and always will be good enough, regardless to what anyone else ever says."
The imperfect one has been told at least once, well more than that he's pretty certain, that people were doing something for his benefit. The part where your parents tell you that they are grounding you, or going to punish you for your own good, well that part's true. When a person claiming to be your friend tells you that, you know it's time to take cover. What that person is telling you is that you are not worth the effort.
February 13, 2013 marks the 150th anniversary of the Emancipation Proclamation. For the benefit of a people, and a nation, slavery was abolished. Freedom is a wonderful thing isn't it? It is until someone sends a family or another individual out with no food, no funds, and literally no way to survive. That type of freedom is not for their benefit. That type of freedom is not beneficial to anyone.
"I'll be around ain't going nowhere..." |
The INterview |
The imperfect one finds it overly humorous that someone would say that other people don't know when to shut up, or that they totally ruined a good time because of too much talk, then overtly teach someone else how ridiculous it is to make such statements because all they know how to do is run their mouth. Unfortunately it takes someone else to show us that sometimes we are that person to other people. Sometimes to the talker we talk too much, go figure. Is anyone listening yet, or are you waving your hands and talking bad about the IMPERFECT Christian now too? Were we sharing and venting way too much when we should have been caring and circumventing? Sometimes you have to go around the nonsense to get to the heart of the matter. To do that we have to walk in silence and listen. Therefore, today the imperfect one would like to apologize for talking to much, and saying the unnecessary things. Yes, even to the talker, because the imperfect one should have loved you enough to keep his big mouth shut and listen. He will try to do better next time if you will let him.
Guilt should not be confused with hurt. Business as usual, did you have to do that, or did you really hear something tell you how wrong you were this morning? For the good of who? "I'm doing this for the good of you!" Well for the good of you friend, like Jesus I will call you friend and mean it, even if it means the death of me. Jesus went to the cross for all, but only some accepted. So goes life when you give your all to a friend. For some that's still not good enough, but it doesn't mean that you are not good enough. Don't be a doormat, just be a friend. I know how all of those words, and actions have made me feel, and I know what it's like to have someone look you dead in the eye, and more or less tell you with not only words but actions as well, that they do not care if you live or die for another second. Well the imperfect one cares. The imperfect one may not have all the answers, and he is definitely no savior, but he is a friend that will listen. He is having a hard time learning to listen like Jesus though. Listening after betrayal is a tough pill to swallow, but unfortunately the imperfect one knows that it can be done. He knows from Jesus' teaching, and from personal experience.
The imperfect one also knows what it's like for someone to tell him that they are going to do something, and find out that it was only lip service. "Let me come help you!" "I'd do anything for you!" "I'll always be here." The only soul that will guarantee any of those things is God, and a true best friend, if one is fortunate to know either of them. The imperfect one is grateful for the true best friend. If he needed $1,000 there are a few that would give it if they had it to give. There are few that would truly give, but thank God for the few. The few that you would give to someone that they didn't even know. The few that would give to someone after being neglected, abused, betrayed, or misused in the worse way if the need was real. Even if that person wasn't appreciative of the giver! Jesus was that friend.
The imperfect one knows a little something about what Jesus faced in being falsely accused as well. The imperfect one knows what it's like to be rightly and falsely accused. He knows that it's painful to face the music sometimes. He also knows that it's very difficult not to think about revenge when he walks into the concert hall of lies, and anger strikes after the music has been playing out of tune, the lyrics lie, and he can only think about wanting to smash somebodies pipe organ! He understands but wishes that he didn't understand the latter feelings as well as he does.
He knows what it's like to feel less than worthy of someones love, and appreciation. He knows how it feels when a friend says that they never felt good enough. You dear reader may be saying that you have been hurt, and mistreated too, that you are not good enough. Well there are some of us that know those feelings too, you are not alone. Be encouraged however, and know that even when a friendship is on the line, or perhaps even a life is on the line, you have a friend that is right there! The imperfect one wishes that he could be for a lot more of his friends, but he knows that even when he can't cover you, that Jesus has got all of us covered. You dear friend that cared enough to read, were and will be better than just "good enough" to me!
It wasn't about money, or an exchange of favors, in fact it wasn't anything remotely close to that, it was simply about two hearts needing another heart to understand and be there. I want to take time to say thank you for taking time not just to read my "rambling," but to care enough about me to be here for me. So to conclude, if I don't get out and knock on those doors, or have the in person lunches like I would like to, then let me say today, that I love you for being "good enough" to care. That makes you "good enough" in my book for a lifetime.
Peace, Blessings, and Joy... that real PB&J
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