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Dammit. Did it again....

"Pushing Back the Darkness" - artist Gwen Meharg
I did something stupid yesterday. (I did a lot of stupid things yesterday, but I'd like to focus on just one.)

I saw this funny meme on FB. I have a friend who would also think it funny. It gently poked fun of his particular Christian denomination.

After I posted it to his wall, he replied. A friend of his then jumped in with a rather snarky comment about one of the popes.

And then I did something stupid.

I rose to the bait. I wanted to win. To be right. To show her! I had Truth on my side.

In the last few weeks (longer, really, but most especially the last few weeks) it has seemed like the world is imploding. Political battles across the globe, hashtags reminding us to pray for yet another city mired in violence or terrorism, just plain meanness. This is not the world I want to live in, nor is the world God intended.

Yet what did I do? I jumped right into that nasty world with both feet, eyes ablaze, sword lifted high. Duh.

Writer Ann Voskamp prays, "Make me speak praise, not poison ... Make me do doxology, not destruction." Yes, Lord. Let me speak praise. Let me avoid poison. Keep me from destruction.

And I would add, Lord, save me from my stupid, sinful self.

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