Monday, May 23, 2011

I'm no marksman

Most blogs, tweets, status updates and the like, I shoot from the hip.  Sometimes that shot comes from a pistol and hits it's intended target.  Other times it comes like a shotgun and has a wide spread with a lot of collateral damage.  You'd think that shooting from the hip with a shotgun would cut off my hand and cast it off where it belongs but no, I'm stuck with it and the consequences of it's trigger happy index finger.

Let me be straight with you, I like to be as transparent as I possibly can.  I don't much hide my feelings unless I first recognize those feelings to be sinful.  What you see is what you get.  The way I see it, I can't learn from mistakes I don't make.  Don't get me wrong, I don't set out to purposefully make mistakes.  I do set out to make something and sometimes that something is a mistake.  I read today that you can't get to the fruit unless you go out on a limb, I think there's some truth to that.

So why am I writing all this and wearing my heart on my sleeve?  Well, I'm glad you asked and if you didn't or don't care, feel free to find better use of your time.  Here's the deal-e-oh.  My thoughts made public offend people.  No big shocker there, right?  Here is what may surprise you:  I LIKE THAT.  I don't want to be the contentious know-it-all that the Bible says we should avoid.  I'm not deliberately being contentious or quarrelsome with anyone.  I'm just being honest.  You disagree with the things I say?  GREAT!  Let's talk about it and see how we can sharpen and build one another up.

Doesn't that sound like fun?

Well it's not.  It hurts, it's abrasive, it's hard, and it's not very enjoyable while were breaking off one another's rough edges.  But it is necessary if we are going to be who we are together in Christ as different members of the same body.  The rewards greatly outweigh the pain.  

I have no desire to be a shiny plastic person with a mask who dances on eggshells.  That's not my kind of party.

So, since I desire to have dialogue with those who disagree with me, why don't you participate in the conversation?  If my words shook you up, let me know.  I'm not the arrogant horses rear that your friends say I am.  Those of you who know me and have taken the time to talk with me should know better than to be offended by what I say and that I love a good conversation over a group of yes-men.

I just don't get it, it's like my blog or tweet goes out and all of the sudden it redefines who I am in the eyes of the beholder.
Wow, just, wow.  I'm out of bullets now, I'll be back later.


  1. Bobby,

    I love you brother and I appreciate you honesty.

  2. Peter,

    if that makes you happy, you get me. You are officially my friend :)


    I know very well how much you love me. You are the kind of faithful brother that has helped me learn just how constructive criticism can be in our spiritual growth. Without members like you, the body is disabled and iron stays dull.


As in a biblical church gathering, my word is not complete or final. Participation is allowed, encouraged and expected. Please, don't leave without adding something.