Have you ever felt compelled inside to talk to someone
or help someone, but didn’t because you were scared you would get rejected by
your peers, social class or even your family? If you are reading this and
wonder “Man I have done that?” then keep reading this.
Once I heard a story of highly educated church leaders.
Twelve to thirteen of them had an early morning meeting one Sunday and as they
all got in there cares and drove off, on the way to the church building there
was a van with a family in it stuck in the mud. These men, in there suits,
white shirts and ties drove by thinking, ‘I have to get to the meeting’. As
these men showed up and were waiting for the meeting to start, their leader not
there. They waited and waited, but still, no leader. Finally, the door opened
up and in walked their leader his suit and white shirt, covered in mud and said,
“Sorry I am late.” Does the way we dress influence our culture and how we treat
someone else? Does the money and image we have keep us from doing what is
right? Are we governed by what is popular and what others think, rather then
what we know within our heart that it is right?
Put yourself in these shoes: you just went into the
mall and bought a brand new outfit, with fancy new shoes. You then head back to
your house and notice a car stuck two feet deep in mud and five yards off the
road. As you have an urge to help them, but notice that you are wearing your
new outfit and don’t want to get it dirty, would you stop? Or would keep
diving? Would you let your clothes influence you? Have you ever had thoughts of
“I can’t talk to him or her because he is not my type or he looks weird”? Have
you ever said, “I am way better so I can’t talk to him,” or “Why is this guy or
girl talking to me? They’re not as cool as I am” Does our culture effect the
way we act? Yes it does. I am not perfect, I still judge and still think like
this sometimes, but I am trying.
There are two points that I would like to talk about
that I have learned in my life. One is the fear of rejection or the fear of
what others think. “If I help this person will my friends disown me because
they’re not part of our group?” Or, “If I help this person my popularity will
decrease.” Friends, don’t listen to that lie. It is only life, you don’t know
what your friends think or how they will react. After all, it only takes twenty
insane seconds of courage to do the right thing and others will follow.
The second thing is to check yourself. I have to do
this every day, multiple times a day. I ask myself: “WHAT MATTERS MOST”. Is it
the clothes, the money, or your image that matters or is helping someone’s soul
be healed? Is it the grade that matters or is it what you learn that matters
most? You can always buy new clothes and shoes, you can always earn more money.
YOU CAN NEVER BRING BACK AN OPPUTUNITY THAT YOU LOST. And some of the words
that hurt us the most are: “I should have done that.” I should have been
kinder, I regret not helping. I should have done this or I should have done
that. My friends, you have the power inside you. Next time you don’t want to
talk to someone or help someone out for fear or rejection, ask yourself what
matters most and do it. Flip the switch and watch your feelings inside of you
change as you take the stand and do it. Live your life with passion and love
because we are all good enough.
I like what you said regarding what matters most. I have learned that every activity is the bridge to a relationship. The relationships in our life matter most, and it can be easy to get distracted by the activity.
ReplyDeleteYour thoughts hit close to home. I remember driving with grandma from Santa Fe to Grants and it was raining really hard. There had been an accident and as we pulled up, I realized I had on a very expensive pair of shoes I bought in Italy. And sadly, I sat in the car trying to DECIDE what to do! Why was there hesitation about ruining my shoes when people needed help?? The answer I chose was to hurry and put on grandma's shoes so I could "safely" get out in the rain. The good news is no one was hurt and the emergency vehicles were on their way. The bad news is had someone actually been hurt, the few minutes I wasted worrying about my shoes could have made a dreadful impact. Admittedly, I chose poorly that night and that experience haunts me a little...I like the haunting because it reminds me of what matters most.
ReplyDeleteI have always thought that if we would look beneath the surface, we would find we have a lot more in common with each other than we do differences. Great post.
ReplyDeleteGood advice Trent! Carpe Diem!
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