
Salvation Haiku:
They’d better be glad
I’m saved! Or else I would have
removed my earrings.
~ Harriet Hairston
I’ve come to learn that many people get Christianity confused with cowardice; meekness with weakness. Just this week three people offered me the distinct opportunity to smack the taste out of their mouths…but for the Holy Spirit within me, I would have. He arrests me when my fists start balling up. He becomes a filter when my thought process degenerates to a tempting desire to show how many combinations of expletives I can combine in one sentence. Inside, I’m hopping mad, but on the outside, my countenance is calm and collected.
You know what? I want to be Jesus for just ONE DAY. Let me have His power when people start mistaking my kindness for weakness! Oh…you want to take me for granted and try to run me over? Here…let me take back my oxygen for a couple of seconds! What’s wrong? Why are you turning blue? Oh, you can’t respond because you can’t breathe? My bad!
Then you have jokers on a positive website like Black and Married With Kids trying to belittle the work being done and the vision being brought to life by the founders here. Come on. Do you really WANT me to go there with you? I’m trying to be nice, but I’m not Jesus by any stretch of hte imagination.
If I had been Jesus…ooo-wee! I would have called EVERY angel to the scene of the crime. I would have done a divine bait and switch to put Judas on the cross instead of me. I don’t even think I would have bothered being born. I would have just ripped my way through a cloud and stepped out on the scene! I would have bullied and judged and condemned every person that rejected me! But what would that solve?
Seriously, though, here’s the thing: Jesus had more power in His eyelash than the people that orchestrated His murder on that cross. I want to give way to my anger at the smallest infraction or libel against my character. Jesus, the Son of God, was SET UP to be MURDERED…and He responded with love.
He didn’t have to go through all that, but He knew if He gave back what was given to Him, crazy people like me 2009 years later wouldn’t be able to blog about how they wanted to smack the taste out of someone’s mouth, but the Spirit of the living God arrested them and showed them a better way.
Besides, His Word states that anger resides in the bosoms of fools. Since my mama didn’t raise one, I’ll continue to calm myself down and replace thoughts of assault and battery (or at least a good tongue lashing) with love, forgiveness and strength under control.
What about you? How do you control your temper? Does it always work?
God bless!
Harriet Hairston, a freelance writer, human resources administrator at an HBCU and creator of the motivational blog, “Can She SAY That?!?” has a unique style that brings readers into her life through her transparent demeanor. She lives in Louisiana with her husband and two sons. You can reach her at harriet_hairston@yahoo.com.
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