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"Everybody Else" Part 2

There is this balance that i'm trying to live in - a balance I wish others would try to live in as well. It's the balance of caring and not caring and knowing what we should be caring about in the first place. I tend to care too much about what others think. I would admit to you that I am closer to one side of the scale...not good. But there are others who would fall on the complete opposite side of the scale. These would be people who have this underlying arrogance about themselves...not good either. Most times the over-confidence is a cover up to something they don't want people to see. Many people are drawn to this type of person or personality but usually only for a season. At first their strong opinions and social class seemed desirable but after hanging around them for a while you just want to say, "Who are you? Who put the crown on your head...did I miss the ceremony?"

Here's my plea for all of us who find ourselves on one side or the other. Seek God and others to help you see what you may not be seeing. Let's stop being lowly people trying to measure up to others' expectations. But let's also stop rolling over people with our opinions and arrogance.

It amazes me how much of this is going on in the Church. Do we really know how to love? Donald Miller, in "Blue Like Jazz," talked about spending a couple of months in a hippie community. He said that those people demonstrated unconditional love better than the churches he was a part of.


Let's start the journey of making our way to the middle. It's the place we find Jesus waiting for us. That's where we find who we really are - who we were originally created to be. It's there, with the right map and compass, that we can begin to start living in peace.


I'm pretty sure I remember reading something about being for one another, seeing and believing the best about each other. I also recall reading something about not comparing ourselves with others and not falling into the trap of looking to the world for our worth.

Thanks for listening.






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