Sunday, April 24, 2011
Sticks And Stones
So devastating were those words, at that moment in on my developing psyche, that for nearly five years I couldn't even make eye contact or even say hi to a girl I considered pretty, and for more than twenty years, wouldn't be caught dead without gum in my mouth.
While nearing the pinnacle of childhood singing fame on rural Utah later that same year, a friend leaned into my ear and told me that I sang like a girl. I promptly beat the unholy hell out of him right in the middle of Jr Sunday school singing time, and after refused to sing again until the nearing the end of my ninth grade year.
I knew well the saying, "Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me", but say it all I wanted, the damage had been done. Those two little kids grew up to be great people, and are good friends of mine today, but just as they, innocent, unthinking children with only words as their weapons were able to turn my tender life upside down, so can any of us without intending, cause pain and suffering that is difficult to overcome.
I wonder how many times I've done similarly, and shudder to think of the price that had to be paid by others because of my thoughtlessness. The older I get, the less tolerance I have for meanness, in fact, I am convinced that when we are brought before Jesus Christ to account for our lives, ...we will be judged more by the way we have treated our fellow human beings, than any other single thing besides our attitude toward God. When you think about it though, the two attitudes go hand in hand, ...if we truly love God, then we will naturally treat his other children kindly.