(Just Tellin’ it Like it Might Be)
There’s a ton of debate these days on Covid19 (mask-wearing, social distancing, fake news, hoaxes, conspiracy theories, “opening up”), and racial equality (policing, which lives matter, equal rights, monuments, fake news, real data). I hear/see a lot of people professing to be malleable, yielding, teachable, curious, etc.—AKA fake humility, humblebrags. But then they tell you exactly how things are.
I was asked to do a super quick video for a collaborative church project. The task-ask was to start with my name and then simply state one of the reasons I’m imperfect—an example of one of my character defects, something yucky I do. I did think it was a little presumptuous that I was asked, but okay. 😉
This exercise made me realize how easy it is to say something in theory, but to name it? To openly confess something specific is another thing altogether.
Theory=easy. Practice=hard.
I don’t think it’s just me. As humans, we like to think we’re a certain way (humble, correctable, open) or aren’t a certain way (prideful, stubborn, closed), but when the rubber meets the road, well, you know, we’re trippin’. People tend to have trouble walking the talk, and truly “opening up.”
Confession is good for you, it’s good for me, it’s good for the whole. Confession can help make us whole.
And yes, I married a saint.