(Disclaimer: This was not written with any one person in mind. But I could have written it to myself. And the tone was one of pleading, not sarcasm. Just so you know.)
I am a little sad that I feel the need to write this. But between kids saying mean things over the holiday weekend, terrorists shooting up India and the ubiquity of caustic remarks from the terminally sardonic, it seems the world needs a reminder. And I do, too.
Seriously. You’re not suppose to say mean things or hit people, neither with words or bullets. I know that it flies on TV and in the movies, but in real life, violence isn’t cool or entertaining and being a smart ass at the expense of the person sitting across from you just isn’t ok. Oh, I know. Disguising your anger and insecurity as sharp wit makes it feel ok. But it’s really not. Those wounds are landing on a piece of humanity for which Jesus was humiliated and brutalized.
Everytime you have contact with another person, you have the unique chance to bring him life instead of eroding his spirit. You are given that moment to encourage and teach. Don’t exchange such a significant gift for a false sense of self-importance.
Play nice, kids. Play nice.