Sunday, September 07, 2008
Love is patient, love is kind, was a topic covered during the communion today. Imagine if God wasn't patient with us. I don't need to say what would happen. The conclusion was that love is patient because God is patient.
There are many illustrations for when we lack patience. Such as on the road, and I'm also guilty of that. I'd scold a driver for their poor driving skills, when I'm no better myself. And when I commit a mistake, I know that I'll deserve that honk that comes, because I understand that patience is hard to muster. But when that honk doesn't come, I feel bad because I know I was in the wrong.
Patience is so hard to gather, we sort of already learn to forgive and understand when another person lacks the patience with us. But when someone does practice patience with us, we find it too hard to believe, we feel bad, we feel like we're undeserving, and sometimes we just want to do something out of spite so that the patience that was put into practice will go away, and we will feel like it's all right again.
Irony? Perhaps. Which would you rather be? The one practicing patience, or the one having patience practiced upon? If we would like to be both, then why do we sometimes shoot down the one practicing patience? Classic example of a public good? But I shall not go there.
Dan
7:00 pm
