"If she says one more word I'm going to pop her in the mouth!" I seethed. My husband just looked at me with that lopsided grin of his and put the car in drive. Just once I would like to hear him spout off about something, anything - but in our marriage that has always been my job. Of course he is the pastor of our little church and it would be very unpastorlike for him to spout off about a member of his congregation. As we drive out of the
church parking lot I am still seething and he is whistling "This Is The Day".
Okay, I tell myself. Rejoice and be glad. This is the day the Lord has made. Sunday. The Lord's Day for
crying out loud. It's not a day to let idle talk get to me. After all, I'm the preacher's wife. I'm suppose to have armor plating. Right? Wrong.
I am as thin skinned as the next person. I get angry when certain "well meaning" church members take it upon
themselves to enlighten me. I suppose they think God is incapable of straightening me out and it falls to
them to do the job for Him.
I wonder how they would feel if I took it upon my self to straighten them out. Let's see . . . I would say, "Hi
Mrs. Busybody. How are you today? You know I was talking to the Lord before church this morning and I felt He wanted me to let you know that your gossiping and tale bearing is tearing up the church. You're spirit of discontent is robbing the church of its rightful joy. Why it is just like someone has thrown a bucket of ice water over the congregation and I think we would have a better church if you just stayed home and minded your
As I delightfully ponder such a delicious scenerio my husband abandons his whistling and breaks out in
song, "I will rejoice and be glad." Grrr! Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one getting an ear full from Mrs.
Busybody this morning. Brrr! My heart feels frozen. The more I GRRR the more I BRRR and I know God is displeased with me.
I glance at my husband. The sideways grin slips back as he returns my glance. I know while he has been
driving and whistling and singing he has been praying for me. I love my husband very much but I love my
Lord more. And, in a moment of blinding clarity I realize I love Mrs. Busybody. I begin mentally to list her
good qualities. My frozen heart begins to melt. As if on cue my husband and I burst into harmony with "I am so glad that Jesus loves me . . ." When I am unlovable - Jesus loves me. When I murmur and complain - Jesus loves me. When I lived in sin - Jesus loved me, and He commands us to love others as ourselves. I close my eyes and rest in the refreshing of His peace.
The morale of my little tale is this: When others cause you to GRRR and BRRR - Make sure you don't ERR.
Jesus said: "Blessed are the peacemakers, For they shall be called sons of God." Matthew 5:9 NKJV
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