Sometimes, people do things that make so hard to feel anything but disdain for them. Not all people are this bad, but when you’re trying to get home and you’re being subjected to sexist, inappropriate, and vulgar comments or you hear about random shootings happening for no reason, it’s upsetting. You almost want to get mad at the individuals that do it and say things like, “why would you do something like that?”
I don’t know, but I’m a pretty sensitive person that in general loves people and tries to believe the good people. However, some experiences make it difficult sometimes to do that. For example, last night as my boyfriend and I were on my way home from some July 4th celebration, we got stuck in traffic and ended up right next to a car of what I assume to be inebriated individuals. For no reason at all, they begin making sexist and vulgar comments about my boyfriend and I, asking really inappropriate questions. I’ve unfortunately had several experiences with guys being inappropriate and sexist to me, so I was scared. This was the first time I experienced anything like this with my boyfriend and I was worried with how drunk people were and how there had been reports of shootings all night that perhaps we would be another case.
So I prayed. It was a broken prayer and a silent one, but I know God heard me because we got home safely and were protected even in that situation. However, it was so hard for me for a while to shake those feelings I had. It wasn’t so much that I was angry, I was just disappointed in people more than anything. I didn’t understand why someone, who didn’t even either of us, felt the need to say such rude and inappropriate things. What joy do you get out of making someone else uncomfortable? How does stealing someone else’s peace bring you contentment?
Then God softened my heart enough to see that perhaps these people were insecure and so discontent with their lives that they felt making someone just as miserable was funny. He actually revealed this to me through my boyfriend first and then in me afterwards. Also just a side remark, my boyfriend is probably one of THE most calmest people I’ve met. I love him for it because we definitely complement each other in that sense. I’m very sensitive and God has been working in me to ease my emotional reactions to things, but he’s just so calm in all situations. At least he was trying to be calm for me which in a situation where someone is feeling afraid, it’s definitely nice to have at least one person to be the sane one in the group.
But I digress…
When I asked him if he was afraid too he said, “No. I figured that they were just really insecure and wanted to say something for that reason.”
He just had so much peace about the situation, which is why I believe it was the Lord speaking and working through him. I admire him a lot for how peaceful he is in situations where most people would freak out. Instead of yelling at them or crying or getting upset, he remained silent. He didn’t get loud with them or entertain their ignorance and instead allowed them to say whatever they wanted to say, ignoring them as they yelled things to us in the car. It may not have been the conventional way to handle that situation in the eyes of others, but it was the best way. It was the way God would’ve wanted him to handle it.
It was really hard last night to stay positive about people in that moment. But just in an instant, God revealed a perspective to me that allowed me to forgive them. He opened my eyes to the possibility of their own discontentment with life that could have also fueled their need to disrespect my boyfriend and I. It still doesn’t make what they did right or make it necessarily any easier to swallow, but it does remind me to pray for them instead of curse them. It does remind me that at one point we’ve all be there. While we may not have said ignorant things to people or harassed them, we might have talked behind their back saying the same things or wished ill things about them. At one point, we’ve all said things out of ignorance, insecurities and pain. At one point, we’ve all been a lost sheep looking everywhere else but the Shepherd for redemption, restoration, safety, and salvation.
I just pray for our society, man. There are so many lost sheep that are wounded and hurt with their hearts hardened to the only One that loved them before they even came to exist. This world is so lost. I really, really pray for it.