“Just Ignore Me”

Which is what I had to tell the bride this afternoon, painstakingly admitting to chronic daftness and pleading for the mercy of the court.  For the second time in sixteen hours I had nobly offered my unsolicited opinion about someone she was talking about.  You must know my opinion was a monolithic leap toward unrealistic conclusions.  It was overly harsh.  Judgmental.  Mean-spirited.  Carnal. 

Something the “old man” would say, not me!

Sandy just looked at me like ‘where did that come from?’ and I commenced to pull a “Maybell”.  Of course, Maybell is our seven-year old ‘chihuahua/corgi/something-else’ dog and whenever she does a no-no sets to wagging her tail like a windshield wiper, hoping you’ll overlook it because of her charming personality and big brown eyes.  When you don’t, that tail begins to decelerate and come to a complete standstill, then tuck and fall in a single parentheses between her hind legs. 

That’s what I did, in a manner of speaking.

“Just ignore me.  That was uncalled for.  I repent.”

Why is it that so much yuck seems to surface when your desire to let Christ live through you is the strongest?  Have you noticed that?  Does the ugly side of you seem to materialize more frequently the closer you get to Christ? 

I know my Lord is after something in me: the perfection of His Son.  And (thank God) He cannot and will not ignore what frustrates that. 

Amen and oh me…