Gossip

When you’re enjoying the good part of gossip, its hard to resist. Its like a good meal. It feels so good, and when you have a sense of humour, others will join in and its a laugh fest. Its a huge sorta liberating adventure for all present <recognizing their common ground> and becoming a cohesive group… all except for that person that is being turned on the spit, over the fire, who isn’t there in all actuality, to defend themselves, or give their side of the story, or to enjoy the fun. They contribution to the party, isn’t self sacrificing, cuz they’re not there, but then again, they kind of are there, eh?

My whole life long this has been the way for me. And there’s one man, that’s recently stood up to me, and refused to back down, in his defense of the one not present.

It hurts to be wrong.

It hurts to be wrong at the one thing I so desire to be good at, it hurts to be so absolutely the opposite of what I think I stand for.

My desire, my goal, my mission is, “To Be A Safe Place To Be”

I’d like to tell you the story that’s here in particular, but I’d enjoy telling it too much, and you’d enjoy hearing it too much, and then we’d both be consoling me out the whole notion of repentance.

My point is, its not loving. Its not.

I’m sorry Lord. Forgive me Lord God.

⁹ If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

1 John 1:9 NIV

My own father never made it past the shattering impact of cruel chatter…

Amen