When our son Tucker was little, he would blurt out the most embarrassing things. He would see a ‘person of size’ and say “you fat”.
There was this one time we ran into a non-Caucasian ( I don’t know what the politically correct term is so we’ll go with that) friend of mine. He says to Tucker, “Hey Tucker! Gimme five!” To which Tucker replied, “no! You hand is diwrty “*dirty. To which my friend replied, “boy, my hand’s not dirty! That’s just my color!”
I could go on and on. I was always on guard when I had him out in public. If he saw something that, in his mind, needed to be addressed, he addressed it. And he did it with boldness and confidence.
In think everyone is somewhat like that when they are young, then as we get older, we lose our boldness because we are afraid to offend. The sad part is, a lot of the time, we mask it as an act of love.
Do we really love if we don’t have the guts to tell someone the truth? Is it really caring when we can’t tell one of our brothers or sisters in Christ that they are screwing up? Are we doing a non-believer a favor when we don’t tell them the reality of their fate? Not in my opinion. I think we don’t speak out, largely for the most part, because we are such a self centered people afraid to get our feelings hurt, or to be rejected.
This life isn’t about our feelings. It’s about loving God and each other. Sometimes that requires telling and being told the truth, even when it hurts. Just use more tact that Tucker used to, please!
This is what 1Thessalonians 5:14 says, Brothers and sisters, we urge you to warn those who are lazy. Encourage those who are timid. Take tender care of those who are weak. Be patient with everyone. Life is so short! Let’s do everything in our power to help each other live the lives that God has for us.