The water was just right. The bubbles were crawling up my arms. The steam was surrounding my face and dispersing the cold air over my forehead and through my hair. The jets were soothing to my joints. But I did not notice the malfunction. The temperature was rising incrementally. The harm came slowly and the destruction was irreversible. I couldn’t even see what was happening to me.
The temperature of distaste eases into distrust. The temperament of disgust erupts into outrage. The words of disagreement become shouts of indignation. The freedom to say my piece turns to shouting down those who disagree. And then like a frog in a kettle, I do not see what is happening to me. The chance to care has been lost forever. The one I am shouting down is the same one that Jesus has sent me here to be gracious to, show loving kindness to, and speak quietly with about more important things, ultimate things, and eternal things.
“Take care what you listen to” (Mark 4:24).
“But we proved to be gentle among you, as a nursing mother tenderly cares for her own children. Having so fond an affection for you, we were well-pleased to impart to you not only the gospel of God but also our own lives, because you had become very dear to us” (1 Thessalonians 2:7-8).
“This you know, my beloved brethren. But everyone must be quick to hear, slow to speak and slow to anger; for the anger of man does not achieve the righteousness of God” (James 1:19-20).
Written by Stephen Williams, 01/21/2021