Because I make mistakes. I sometimes say things that offend people without realizing it. People hurt, and it makes me so sad that it was at my words.
I don’t know if our society is more sensitive in the last several years, or if being on social media has made me see it more. People, in general, are easily offended. Even I (I’m pretty hard to offend) have been terribly hurt at times when reading an offhand remark, only to realize later that the person had no malice and needed my grace and forgiveness.
If I’m honest (and I always am, that’s part of the problem), sometimes it makes me want to ignore diverse populations, rather than fully embrace. I have dear friends with special needs, friends with diverse racial, socioeconomic, political, and religious backgrounds, and I love them. It’s because I love them that I feel like retreating sometimes… hiding out. I hate when I hurt people. But it is SO hard to consistently monitor for something that might possibly rub them the wrong way.
I shouldn’t feel this way. But I do. I cried tonight after I inadvertently hurt a friend. It happens rarely, and it cuts me to the heart every time.
Do you ever feel this way? What can be done? Is it perhaps that God wants to keep us with a humble, repentant heart, which can only happen when we realize we are weak?
The tongue has the power of life and death,
and those who love it will eat its fruit.