I often convince myself that I want to know exactly how life is going to go. I want no surprises. I want what I want when I want it. I often look at opposition to my plans as a part of the evil that goes on around me. That’s a lot easier than stopping and re-evaluating things and admitting, “I’m doing it wrong.”
Sometimes, God sends someone along to show me that I’m doing it wrong. I snicker and think to myself, “They’re doing it wrong.”
Other times, someone will just come right out and say, “You’re doing it wrong.” I won’t give it a second thought since it is obvious that they are doing it wrong and want to take me down with them.
I guess I need to stop and listen to whether the words are advice or condemnation. I’m afraid that I may be tuning out a lot of good advice while I am tuning out all the crazy condemnation that is spewing forth all around me.
I also need to stop and listen. Am I really being told that I am doing it wrong or do I want to be right so bad that I hear any words of encouragement to improve on things as criticism and put-downs?
Proverbs 12:1 To learn, you must love discipline; it is stupid to hate correction.
Honestly, I’ve had most of this backwards for most of my life. I’ve hated discipline, I’ve hated correction and I’ve toiled on through life doing things wrong despite wisdom and great advice being within arm’s reach and earshot. I’ve fought hard against learning anything except for thinks from hard knocks and it takes a lot of lumps and brokenness far too often to let a lesson sink in.
I’ve taken discipline to mean imprisonment and refused it so that I could submit to the captivity that comes as the consequences of my own foolish actions, many of which would not have occurred had I learned a bit more along the way rather than thwart learning and gone the way of hard knocks.
It is time to shake off the concussion syndrome and work harder to submit to discipline and correction, allow the fog to clear and stop doing so much wrong. I need to seek out God’s word for wisdom, people that offer support finding wisdom and living wiser and swallow my pride long enough to admit there is a possibility that I am wrong more than I like to believe.
That way, I don’t seem so foolish when I decide to stand up and let fools tell me how wrong I am when I am right. No one is going to listen to a fool say, “Get in out of the rain!” when he is battered and bruised by staying out in a hailstorm.
When I change my wrongdoing by first ceasing to deny it and seeking to be corrected, my actions and words will be more credible. I haven’t arrived on this journey yet. I have a lot of wrong that needs adjusting or complete rebuilding. I don’t have to be afraid to do it. I need only to be afraid to ignore it.