“What Do You Mean It’s Not All About Me?”
“What do you mean it’s not all about me? I have a lot to say… the world needs to hear it whether they like it or not. My problems; my rights; my needs come before anyone elses, don’t ya know!” Wow! Don’t you hate it when you are around people like that? I hate it even worse when I am like that! It is so easy to only look from our perspectives and not even have a clue as to how insensitive, short sighted and selfish we are being! Yesterday I got a good dose of that…
Ministering at Teen Challenge puts you in situations that can be completely heart wrenching. Yesterday’s event was just that. I was called to the hospital to see about a young mom who is in intensive care. She is there due to a drug overdose. The situation is dire and the outcome is still unsure as I write this. There were family members at the hospital, and as you can imagine, they were scared, sad, and not sure how to handle the situation. A professional from a county organization came in to check on the mom in question. Her reaction… she too was overwhelmed. All she could do was tell the hospital staff and the family how bad this made her feel and how overwhelmed she was to see someone in this young lady’s condition. I watched family members try to cope with her emotions. To be honest, I allowed her emotional responses to aggravate me. We were to be there for the family! At that point, no matter how bad it made us feel, it wasn’t about us. She came to me… I would like to say I was gentle, I was not. I rather sternly told her, “Mam, it’s not about you!” I was wrong in the way I said it, and owe her an apology.
Why do I owe her an apology? Because, I am definitely not her judge! How many times have I NOT looked at the bigger picture and only seen from my perspective? How many times has it been so important for me to be right, that I am “right” to the point of losing relationships? How many times have I rushed to the front of the line to the detriment of others? I could keep going, but I won’t. Everyday I pray that people will see more of Christ and less of me. The only way this will happen is when I yield my “rights” over to Him; when I choose to serve instead of expecting to be served; when I am quick to forgive instead of waiting for someone else to ask for forgiveness; when I take off my judge’s robe and put on my “sinner saved by grace” jacket; and finally, it is when I see people through the eyes of Christ’s love, compassion, and unconditional acceptance. There is a poem that I love. Im fact, my husband and I even altered it a bit and used it as our wedding vows. It is the Prayer of St. Francis: Lord, make me an instrument of your peace, where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury , pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy; O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in the giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. #letitbeaboutHimandothers