I value her friendship more than my right.
Let me clarify that by saying she and I met on the internet. I once tweeted an "oh my God" a time or two and she found the bravery to graciously express her concern. Sure I don't have to change for her and to do so would be as shallow a facade as any.
But more than risk a current friendship, what of future friends who may not be brave like her to ask me? Do I want to risk their not listening and distancing because I choose to exercise my right?
I will not let small words
drive people away,
when there is so much
big to say
that will do that anyway.
#2. Why distract from my meaning?
God has put strong words in my soul and I intend to express them well. If most were said outright it could easily offend and possibly confuse. Why muddle my meaning with unnecessary verbiage?
It is a classic rule of writing; every word and phrase must earn its keep. In the storytelling of life, my momentary emotional passions must submit to the greater purpose of passion being fulfilled.
What is this "greater passion" which would absorb and neutralize my desire to drop a word bomb venting injustice? Oh but that would be telling...
I cannot yet conclude for this resolve has a most interesting result.
What Happened When I Stopped Swearing Forever
Why do we swear? We swear because we are angry.
Anger is like heat. Heat must always go somewhere even if it means dissipating into the cosmos. Anger also, must always go somewhere. Its productivity is in how we use it. A raging fire can warm a house or burn it - along with the neighborhood surrounding.
Why do I mention this? Well fairly often, as a byproduct of being human, I get angry. My new resolve challenges how I use it.
Before I diverted my anger secretly and metaphorically burned the nearby bushes so to speak. I'm very glad my mother forgives me.
I am now challenged to express my anger in a God-honoring way. He gets angry too you know. And He very rightly honors Himself.
Factually speaking, what does this look like?
I've gotten blunt. Very blunt.
I'd like to think I have self-control in regards to the timing of interpersonal release. However, I do myself the favor of verbalizing my real opinion to myself.
This is a change for me. There was a time when I did not like to acknowledge anything even slightly ill of another. I don't know how Jane Bennett did it. Oh right, she's fictional.
The workmanship on the bathroom cabinets was extremely shoddy.
Her attempt to manipulate me was very disrespectful.
The overuse of theatrical lights distracted me too much to watch.
All of the above real life situations have elicited very real vocal anger. I like to think God is not offended by volume. It's the attitude of initiative that matters most.
"In your anger do not sin." He said it. I heed it. But yes, I am now blunt.
Beyond the bluntness though, sentences are now forming to express the words God has placed in my soul. More quickly and clearly than ever before I might add. This is His Grace.
Why settle for "mildly off-putting" when the option of "speaking truth well for the purpose of revolution" is granted those speaking in obedience?