The family has a gleeful tradition. One guy will be running his mouth (usually me), and then walk into a wall or something. “Ha! That was God!” comes the delighted accusation of the onlookers, fingers mocking and pointing to the Old Testament justice meted out speedily and painfully. Maybe they’re right…Gimmie an aspirin.
I was writing something yesterday. It wasn’t bad, but it sure wasn’t good. The sun was shining, there wasn’t a storm for miles, but suddenly, the lights flickered, and the power went out for hours. Perhaps Jesus is an editor, complete with annoying pronouns (He/Him/God) in his bio, reminding me to circle back to that and get it right. Later. “Anoint this.” (Speaking of annotations, I once had an editor send back a manuscript with some helpful suggestions, including a simple “?” by an entire paragraph. She had a point.)
I was about to write something today that was even worse…a monstrosity of borrowed psychological ideas, terms I barely knew what they meant, and things so fancy, they were ungrounded in reality. You know, like those shoes that are five hundred bucks and ugly. “But that’s fashion.”
Then I thought of my bee teacher, scrunching up her face, going “what are you talking about, Josh?”
Oh. Good point.
So today’s post is a shoutout and a thank you to y’all for keeping me relatively in line. The lack of Yes Men in my life is something I’m increasingly grateful for.
Many’s the day I’ve waltzed into the lunchroom, and have thirty seniors look up from their sandwiches with a raised eyebrow. “…Oh.” My own great Uncle Eddie, may he rest in peace, was fond of saying “I tells it as it is.”
Don’t stop. The world is twisted enough with lies as it is. Let’s keep it together with the Truthful Word…even if it’s “what are you talking about?”
Josh