Hey everyone--just a little story I felt led to share. Hope you guys grow from this.
To make an extremely long story short, yesterday a girl cussed me out and humiliated me in my class. In my embarrasment and anger, I said some rather rude and unkind (to say the least) things in retaliation.
I went to church yesterday evening and felt God start to prick at my conscious. Then when the sermon was over David praising Saul, his enemy who tried to KILL him, I was pretty convinced what the point was.
Though it wasn't easy, this afternoon I came up to her, endured some mockery and more humiliation, and apologized. Why? Because I knew it was the right thing to do, and because the Lord told me to.
I was a little dissapointed. Where was the shocked look on her face, where were the "burning coals" I supposedly heaped on her, where was the sense of relief in doing the right thing? I didn't feel anything afterwords, not even fleshly regret of swallowing my pride.
O Lord my God, teach me to do your will even when there is no reward in it.
I guess the moral of the story is this: even if you don't want to, even if you don't feel any better for it afterwards, listen to the Lord. Do what He asks of you. Remember the words you say and the things you do, because you are a Christian, are what people will think of when they think of Christ. I for one don't want to make her think that my God is a prideful, vengeful one with a nasty tongue to shoot the slanders back. He's done so much to us, it's the least we can do to obey Him in whatever Christ would ask of us. So yeah, even if I don't feel like a better Christian because of it, in truth, I am confident I passed the test. And more than a humble reply or a spiritual uplifting, my reward is that the Lord still talks to me. As often as I run away, as often as I give in to what I want to do, He still wants to use me and guide me and speak to my heart. And that is worth a little humiliation, don't you think?