We put up exteriors daily. As if we don’t care about what people think.
As if I don’t care.
As if I don’t notice the likes, the comments or the lack-there-of. As if I’m stronger than those who need to be told every day that they are valuable in someway. As if I don’t need to hear the words of people confirming me and the things I do.
Deep down we just want to be understood, desperately, pathetically.
Listen, as much as you fight it and act like you are above such longings, if you’re human, those feelings are there.
There’s nothing wrong with you.
To the world, you may look confident. Or you may look hopeless. You may look like someone who has it all together or you’re falling apart at every turn. You may even give a phony smile, and say some cliche things. Or you may spew every careless thought that comes from your mouth in hopes of being real and bold.
But whoever you are… you hate it. Because deep down, we all know that that’s not what it’s about, is it?
As if one kind of wrong is better than the other.
Thank God, you are worth more than than your feelings tell you.
Can I just say something here?
Maybe we are all more alike than we want to admit. Maybe I’m just like that too-faced, self-righteous, rich snob we all avoid. That hypocrite in the church pews. That political maniac who rants day and night on social media, believing that those who are on the other side are the enemy. Or the “tolerant” crowd who are tolerant of everyone… except for those who are intolerant.
Maybe, that drunk homeless man, who reeks of alcohol, sitting on the side of the road asking “food” money, is just like me inside.
In fact, I’m convinced of it.
Pride tells me I’m better than all of the above, but there’s one thing that tells me I’m not.
Because on that cross, Jesus gave his life as much for the hypocrite, as for the drunkard, as for the bitter-old-soul who can’t forgive.
Think you’re better? Then maybe the cross isn’t for you.
…Or maybe, it’s especially for you. Because, friends, the ground at the bottom of the cross is equal. And not one of us deserved it.