“Do not
let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for
building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who
listen.” Ephesians 4:29
Her text stung. Sharp. She was a dear friend.
Why would she respond to me that way? I quelled the gut instinct to shoot back
something snarky. Instead, the hurt took root. I wanted to call her and talk
about how badly the text hurt. Work it out. Tell her the truth about what she
had said and how she had spoken was unkind to me. Another friend, privy to the
situation, wisely pointed out she had sent the text out of her own place of
hurt.
I took a step back to consider and realized this was true.
My dear friend loved me, but the conversation we were having at the time of
the incident had struck a deep chord of hurt in herself. I had done nothing
wrong, but the truth I had given her had been too much to bear, so she defended
by lashing out.
Hurting people hurt people. I had a choice to make. Be the
hurting person or be like Jesus.
Jesus was hurt by hurting people. Rejected by his hometown.
Denied by Peter, one of His closest friends. Betrayed by Judas, another close
friend. Jesus felt disappointment. He knew the burning irrationality of being
offended. He was tempted to turn His back on the ungrateful. He had feelings
too. I believe for Him to understand my struggles in life, those feelings got
hurt.
But He handled it all with grace and gentility, truth and
love. Every wounded, hurting person handled with care. He never excused the
adulterous woman’s sin, but He also did not condemn her. He got His hands dirty
with spit and mud healing some. He was thrown out of towns for healing others.
Somehow, the way He spoke to the woman at the well made her love Him more, even
though He pointed out her every wrong.
The hurting who encountered Jesus were not always told
truth, but they were always shown love.
Jesus set the example for how to handle the hurting. I’m
sure He felt the rub of wanting to speak truth, correct, guide, offer advice,
but in His wisdom, He chose to simply show up and be present instead. He must
have felt that sensation in the pit of your stomach when you don’t want to say
something, but you know you must, so in His wisdom He spoke truth with grace
out of love and concern and in the need of the moment. (Ephesians 4:29)
Our conviction and passion are too often received as
condemnation when they are not delivered in a package wrapped by love and grace
and given amid relationship.
It’s our motives that need a quick check. Speak the truth
God has revealed to you but with the intention to show love. Speak it with the
intention of offering grace to someone drowning in shame. Speak it to offer a
hand of camaraderie or commissary, letting the other person know you are with
them and for them. Take time to build or repair the foundation of the
relationship, gaining trust, before speaking hard truths.
Because truth is an anchor. It is sturdy and solid. It will
ground your faith; be a firm foundation. It will not move when the storms of
life come. But it is heavy. To a drowning person, it is heavy. To a person
soaring high in the clouds of life, it can be heavy. To the person on a long
journey, it is heavy.
Truth may be exactly what someone needs, but you may need to
get in the water and help them tread with the weight of it. You may need to be
the counterbalance to the weight of the truth, keeping them from crashing. You
may need to join them on their journey before you hand them truth to take with
them.
Jesus got His hands dirty. He spent hours eating and
conversing inside the homes of the hurting. He made Himself available for
one-on-one conversations. In those moments, in those ways, when He was doing
life with people, He spoke hard truths. Then He offered Himself as the means to
help them carry and live that truth.
The sooner we accept we are all hurting people hurting
people, the sooner we can get around to figuring out how to be healing people
that help each other heal. If I’m not the hurting person, my words and actions
can be a healing a help, building up my friend according to the need of the
moment. Benefiting her heart and mine.
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